I don't even know why I picked this French class. My teacher was a dick, the class was filled with assholes, and on top of that I was failing with a D. I'm French for fuck's sake! The only thing that went right in that class was the way Rivaille pronounced my name. Sort of like Sean, but with more of a 'J' sound at the beginning. I bet my parents thought they were so cool, having to cart me around while correcting people 24/7 when they said 'Jeen' and not 'Jean'. Why not just name me John instead?

"Kirschtein, pay attention!" My train of throught crashed as Rivaille's metal yardstick practically abused my desk. He was quite a character. He was fucking short. It was comical how he nearly got trampled over when he stood in the hallway as the kids were dismissed. I felt like telling him to go apply for midget porn because he really didn't know how to teach.

"What's the answer to number two?" He asked sternly.

"U-Uhh.. Bonjour?" I muttered in response. Everyone laughed, and I caught Eren smirking at me.

"Wrong as I presumed. You're staying after to make up that D." Levi ordered, spinning around and returning to the board.

Fucking Jaeger was still snickering. "Hey guys, hear that? Jean's gotta make up the D!" He could barely contain himself. I flashed him my best death glare and gave him the middle finger, to which he challenged with a dick-in-mouth gesture.

"If you think I'm giving Levi head to make up my grade, you're wacked!" I growled, feeling myself get a bit flustered. Some swooned over our professor, but I was not one of those poor unfortunate souls. At least I had good taste in men, and would go for someone who looked halfway decent. Sort of like that someone who was humiliating me right this second in the back of the class.

"WHAT was that, Kirschtein? I will not have profanity in my classroom. And never refer to me as my first name again. How disrespectful." The now angered teacher pointed at me, and then turned to look at Eren who was still sucking on a fake cock. The rest of the class didn't know what to say.

"Jaeger and Kirschtein are staying after. We need to discuss some... things." Levi's eyebrows furrowed at the obscene things Eren was doing. "And where'd you learn to make such a good imitation, Eren? Disgusting." He scoffed. Where did Eren learn to look like he was working it like a bitch in heat? And when did Levi get so perverse? It's funny, some of the things you'll realize when you're actually paying attention in class, Jean. Quit staring at Eren for once and maybe you'll learn how to form a sentence in French.

The bell rang and it was a hell of a relief for the rest of the idiots in that class, except for Eren and I. Marco smiled at me and waved as he left. Why was he always so happy? Happy pills? It only made sense. He was kind of cute, but I thought our personalities clashed. I was miserable and he always had a sweet smile plastered onto his freckled face. Marco was someone I could be attracted to, but the hopes for a relationship weren't high. I mean, sure.. If Jaeger turned me down, I might get together with Marco just to see how it would work out (aka make Eren a jealous man).

"Gentlemen, or should I say not-so-gentle men, what you did today was uncalled for and inappropriate." Rivaille stood in front of us. "If it happens again, I'll have you taken out of my class and put into another math block. Are we understood?" He asked. We both nodded, because we sure as hell didn't need more math to deal with.

"Jaeger, you're a decent student. But Jean over here needs some help. I have an incentive for you - if you help him out, I'll bring your grade up to an A. School's almost done with and I honestly can't be bothered. He'll probably understand more with help from a person who's his own age anyways... What do you say? Is that a good enough incentive for you?" Levi asked. This is why he sucked - he could be a lazy asshat who didn't want to do his own job.

"Yes it is.. It's quite a good incentive, actually. I'll take you up on that offer, Monsieur Rivaille." Eren smiled. What a kiss-up.

"Very well then. You boys are dismissed. And don't ever be profane in my class like that again. Do you understand? What you do out of here is your own business, but keep it out of here.." Levi lectured. Eren hushed him up with an irritated 'yeah, yeah' as the teacher smiled slyly at us, and opened the door that would get us out of this hell hole. I wasn't too pleased with the idea of someone I despised lurking over my shoulder and whispering 'je suis provocant' in my ear... But wait. Could it really be that bad? Did I really hate Jaeger as much as I wanted to? Why did I hate him to begin with.. where did all the deeply harbored dislike come from? Jesus, why were these personal questions creeping up on me at an inconvenient time like this?

Force these stupid ideas out of your head, Jean, and get with it. Eren's there to 'tutor' you, not to use the French language to flirt with you. Plus, you don't have a goddamned chance with him. "My place or your place, horse ass?" He asked, smirking.

"U-Umm.. Yours I guess?" I scratched the back of my neck and looked at him. Eren came from money because his pops was a rich German dude, and his mom had passed so he got a fat monthly check even though he was rapidly approaching 18. After Carla's death, Papa Jaegs adopted a mysterious Asian girl who went by the name Mikasa to keep his son company. Their old man sent them to live alone in a nice house fit for a king - don't ask me why I know so much about Eren's personal life, because I can assure you that I totally don't stalk him or anything. Ahh, the Jaeger family jewels. Eren was a tight-assed spoiled brat and everyone knew it, but I guess he was worth it. Even though I detested him, I could admit that he was something else compared to the rest.

"I know you still want to bone my sis.." He elbowed me.

"Fuck off, Jaeger."

I wanted to bone someone in the Jaeger family, but it wasn't Mikasa anymore. Fucking hormones...