I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY. i'M UPDATING THIS REALLY LATE I KNOW BUT I WAS ON VACATIOOOOON. BUT ANYWAY HOPE YOU LIKE IT CHAPTER 2 IS OFFICIALLY OUT!


As their day neared its end both Jean and Marco made their way to their last period, which they had together. Marco as usual, stood outside the teacher's door at least 5 minutes before class actually started. He greeted the teacher with a slight smile and nod as he opened the door to his classroom, stepping in and like always, taking one of the seats that were right in the front of the class.

The bell rang and the rest of the students started pouring into the class, all taking their usual seat. Marco lifted his hand up to wave at Armin, who walked over to him, taking the seat beside him, like always. Once the class had started Marco was already taking notes in his notebook, paying close attention to the teacher. He tilted his head up to look at his teacher who had paused mid-sentence and was now giving a disapproving look to the student standing at foot of the door, who had a bored expression on his face.

"I suppose you'd like to tell me your excuse this time as to why you're late, Mr. Kirchstein?" the teacher asked, his lips pursed.

Jean smirked, shrugging his shoulders, "No, I'm afraid not, Mr. Ackerman. Just don't give a shit about this class." he answered, earning him a very intimidating glare from Mr. Ackerman. He stood there, staring right at the teacher for a few seconds, unfazed, before scoffing and and walking over to where Marco was sitting, staring down at him for a moment before heading to his seat.

And there you had it. The school's biggest trouble-maker in action. Marco glanced back at Jean for a second, his eyebrow raised. Jean looked back at him, causing Marco to turn back around quickly, shrinking back in his seat as he continued to take notes for the rest of the class.

Once class ended, Jean started packing his stuff back into his bag, getting up from his seat and ready to go outside, when he glanced up and saw Marco standing at his desk. Jean quirked an eyebrow at stared up at the freckled male, his arms crossed over his chest. With a sigh, he stood up from his seat and faced Marco, swinging his bag over his shoulder.

"What, are you going to stare at me like that the entire day or something? Spit it out, Bodt." Jean said, waiting for Marco to say something. Truth was, Marco didn't know what to say, exactly. He just walked up to Jean's desk with no plan in mind.

"Ah-uhhhh… " Marco stood there, searching for words, just staring at Jean for what seemed like an eternity before muttering a small, "Never mind." and walking away at a brisk pace. Jean just stayed in his spot, slightly confused at what situation he was just in right now. Did he scare him off or something? He shrugged, pushing the thought away and headed outside the class to join his friends.

Jean headed outside with his friends when he caught sight of Marco, talking with Eren and Armin on the sidewalk. He saw Marco laugh, which somehow made the feeling in Jean's stomach to get worse. Jean laughed at some joke Connie made, still staring at Marco. To be honest, he was feeling really bad for how he treated Marco. No matter how much he tried to ignore the feeling, the guilt just wouldn't go away. He sighed deeply for a second and turned to his friends.

"Hey, guys. You go on ahead, I have something to do. I'll catch up later." he said, earning him a few shrugs and confused faces as they walked off. Jean leaned against the walls of the school for a second, taking a deep breath before walking over to Marco.

Eren immediately stopped talking when he saw Jean heading towards the three of them. He stepped in front of Marco, blocking Jean's way. Marco stared at Jean himself, biting his lip slightly.

"What do you want, Kirchstein?" Eren spat, glaring at the taller male in front of him. Marco kept a hand on his shoulder, trying to get Eren to move but he wouldn't budge.

"Get out of the way, Jaeger. I'm not interested in talking to you. I need to talk to Marco." Jean replied, looking straight at Marco. Marco stared back at Jean, a slightly confused expression on his face. Eren tried to say something but Marco cut him off, giving him a reassuring smile before walking away with Jean.

"What do you need to talk about?" Marco asked, putting a hand in his jacket pocket. He looked at Jean, who was just standing there, looking as if he was under a lot of pressure. Marco raised an eyebrow at him, never seeing him act like this in his whole experience in high school. Jean was pacing back and forth, stopping a few times and opening his mouth as if to say something- then go back to pacing again, muttering inaudible things to himself. He leaned against the wall of the school, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for Jean.

To be fair, Jean was under a lot of pressure. He'd never done anything like this. But no matter what he tried, that stupid feeling of guilt just wouldn't leave. It felt weird, and it took some preparing for him. He finally stopped and faced Marco, while staring at the ground.

"Look, Bodt- I mean Marco. About what happened earlier today, I-I don't know what happened I just- It just happened you know? I mean that wasn't completely deliberate, I didn't know what to do, and I just did that to you, and it was in the heat of the moment, like a reflex, sort of, I guess, I don't know, actually..." Jean kept rambling on for a good two minutes before Marco broke him off with a small laugh, amused at what was happening in front of him. Jean shot Marco a dirty look, before he realized that he was acting like a complete idiot in front of him. He sighed, and looked at Marco straight in the eyes.

"Basically, what I'm trying to say is… I'm-I'm sorry... for how I treated you today, okay?" he said, sighing and tilting his head up, happy he finally got that over with.

Marco just stared at him, fazed. He stood like that for a few minutes, trying to understand the situation. Jean just apologized to him. Jean just apologized to him. What?

It took a few minutes for Marco to force the words out of his mouth, "Why me?" he asked, his voice uncertain, and airy.

Jean just stared at him, taking a step closer to him.

"Because maybe I felt bad about hurting you, okay?" he exclaimed, shoving a hand into the pocket in his jeans. "Just- don't tell anyone about this. Or you're going to regret it, and I'll make sure that I won't be feeling bad next time." he said, narrowing his eyes. Jean stormed off, leaving a shocked Marco leaning against the school wall, trying to keep up with where he was now.

Marco finally regained his composure and walked off, towards Eren and Armin, a small smile on his lips. He laughed when he saw Eren's worried face as he hurried over to him, trying to see if he was hurt in any way.

"What happened? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Eren asked, inspecting Marco.

"Gah. Eren honestly you're acting like my mother now. Stoooop." Marco said, laughing and punching him in the arm lightly.

Eren laughed as well, but turned serious again, "No, but honestly, did horseface do anything to you? Why did he want to talk to you?" he asked.

Marco smiled, placing a hand on Eren's shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Nothing serious happened." he said, before smiling to himself, "Nothing happened at all." he said, giving Eren a big smile.

Eren raised his eyebrow, and shrugged. "Okay. But if he does something to you, tell me right away." he said.

"Why do you guys hate each other so much anyway? You guys used to be just fine with each other before the last two years." he asked, causing Eren to scoff, and turn around. He clenched his fists, forcing out a harsh laugh.

"He's just a stupid bastard who doesn't care about anyone but himself." Eren spat, before turning back around to face Marco, "Be careful with him." he warned, before picking his bag up off the ground. "Well, that's enough for today. I'll see you guys tomorrow then I guess." he said, before walking away.

That day Marco went home feeling strangely happier than usual.


"Jean. JEAN." Connie shook Jean slightly, causing him to come out of his thoughts. Jean shook his head, staring blankly at Connie, slightly annoyed.

"What do you want?" he asked, throwing his head to one side while rolling his eyes.

"Nothing. You've just been spacing out a lot lately today. It's kinda weird." he pointed out, poking Jean's shoulder. Jean sighed,and turned to face him again, a look of annoyance on his face.

"How come you're so interested in me today?" he snapped back, glaring at the shorter male in front of him. Connie lifted his hands up as if to surrender and backed off, laughing nervously.

"Calm down, man. It was just a question." he said, patting Jean's shoulder lightly before picking his bag up and swinging it over his shoulder. "Need to leave now. See you tomorrow, yeah?" he said, waving his arm. Jean gave him a little nod and picked up his bag himself, ready to head home.

Jean walked down the sidewalk, his hands in his coat pockets, with a troubled look on his face. He was supposed to be just fine right now. He was supposed just apologize to Marco and get that weird feeling out of his stomach. He was supposed to stop thinking about Marco so much. Yeah, the feeling of guilt had gone, whoop de doo.

So then why couldn't he stop thinking about him?


OKAYYY second chapter done \(0v0)/ hope you guys found it at least mildly entertaining :3

Anyway, so yah reviews are greatly appreciated! Some feedback to improve would also help.