Eventually, Jean exited the bathroom. He would've stayed in their all day if some guys hadn't come in and decided to smoke pot. Jean had nothing against drugs or people who did them, he just hated the smell. He made his way down the nearly empty hallway and slid into his first period English III class, about 20 minutes late. Trying his best to not draw attention, he crouched down and headed towards an empty desk at the back of the room. He however didn't notice a foot purposely set in front of him.

Tripping over the black Puma sneaker, he dropped his backpack and his body hit the floor with a loud thud, his body skidding forward slightly. An awkward silence fell over the room with small chuckles here and there as Jean tried to lift himself up. When he was in a sitting position, he noticed everyone's eyes on him. He felt his cheeks get warm and he hurriedly gathered his things before scurrying to the seat in the back.

"Ah yes, Mr. Kirstien, I was wondering when you'd show up. In the future, I suggest not being late for my class." Mr. Smith sent a small glare at Jean before continuing with his lesson. Jean's eyes slowly lifted from his desk and met the gaze of the boy who tripped him, Riener Braun. The husky blonde laughed under his breathe and looked back to the front of the room, but not before high fiving one of his goons.

Jean sighed and diverted his eyes back to anywhere but the people around him. Riener seemed to always have a problem with him and he wasn't sure why, he hadn't done anything. At least nothing he could think of. One day, he just started to pick on Jean, slightly leading up to Jean's problem with food though it wasn't the only cause. People could just be so mean.

30 minutes later, the bell for the next period rang and Jean grabbed his back pack to hurry out of the room. Getting into the hallway, he was caught in the cattle of the other students, going very suddenly slower. After a minute and a half of waiting, he got to his Algebra II room and sighed in relief. He got into a random seat in the back and took out his phone, ready to be on it the entire class period.

Then from the front of the room, a feminine voice rang out. "No. Way!"

Jean jumped a bit, but smiled when he looked up. Standing at the front was his best friend, Sasha Blouse, holding hands with his other best friend, Connie Springer. The brunette dragged her boyfriend to the back and sat in the desk in front of Jean, sitting in her seat backwards. Connie took a seat next to Jean, letting go of Sasha's hand.

"I can't believe you're in our class!" she shrieked. Others around their little group glared at her, but Jean knew better. He knew that Sasha didn't know better. But how Connie could date the girl, he'd never figure out.

He smiled a bit and put away his phone. "Yeah, I kind of thought I was alone in all my classes. Though Riener decided to show up in my English class." He let out a long sigh after the last statement.

At the mention of the blonde, Sasha's smile fell slightly and her eyes slowly darkened. "Has he done anything to you?"

Jean face palmed in his head. Why did he have to say anything? It was fine until he said something. "He just tripped me, but it's nothing."

Sasha looked ready to stand up and hunt down Reiner, but Connie took her hand, calming her slightly.

"That little shit," Jean heard her mumble.

He stared at her worriedly before a short man walked to the front of the room as soon as the bell rang, silencing the room. Connie squeezed Sasha's hand before dropping it again and looking down at his desk. The man at the front of the room wrote his name on the board and everyone realized who he was: Mr. Ackerman. Levi Ackerman. Mikassa Ackerman's brother.

As if on command, the short haired girl walked into the room and sat next to her friend, Armin and her boyfriend Eren, at the front of the room. Jean's eyes sat on the back of her head until the man at the front began to speak.

"My name is Mr. Ackerman and I am your Algebra II teacher. I'm sure you all know my sister Mikassa so you all also know my full name. But to put it simply, if any of you dares to call me Levi, I'll stick my boot so far up your ass, you won't be able to sit for a week. Are we clear?" Nods and 'yes's spread through the room, and Levi nodded his head, knowing that they were all in a silent agreement. Turning back to the board, he began to explain how this year would go.

Jean's eyes moved again to Mikassa's head. He wouldn't admit it, but he always had had a crush on the girl. Being an outsider though, he wasn't going to talk to her. With her short black hear and near perfect skin, he wouldn't dare talk to her. With Eren also hanging around her, his chances were near invisible. He knew how much Mikassa loved that guy.

She must've sensed him, because she turned her head quickly to examine those behind her. He looked down at his desk, not wanting her to see him staring. She only shrugged when she saw nothing and adjusted the scarf around her neck, looking back to the front. Jean looked back up and was relieved to see the back of her head.

The rest of the class period and periods after that passed with little to no unneeded experiences. Jean was tired by the time that he got to the lunch room for his 7th period. He knew getting lunch would just end with him staring at the plate the entire period so he didn't bother and walked outside to sit on a bench by the courtyard. He sat down and pulled out his Algebra II book to do homework that Mr. Ackerman had already assigned to them and began to work. This went on for 15 minutes before he heard someone calling his name. He looked up from his book and saw the Marco guy from earlier walking towards him, a giant smile plastered on his face.

Jean sighed and looked back down at his book. Maybe if I ignore him, he'll go away, the male thought to himself. But there was no such luck in Jean's favor as the brunette sat down next to him, a tray in hand.

"Hey, Jean, didn't you see me waving at you?" Marco asked, confused on why Jean hadn't acknowledged him.

Jean glanced at him. "Sorry, I just really need to get my Algebra II done."

"Oh, do you have Mr. Ackerman? He scares me, he threatened to kick my class's ass if we called him Levi."

This sentence seemed to actually force a smile onto Jean's face and he laughed. Even though the laugh hurt a bit, he managed through it. "I guess he gave every class that speech."

"I suppose." Marco smiled again and reached onto his lunch tray for his hamburger, lifting it to his mouth. As he bit into it, Jean physically cringed and his stomach growled. Clutching his stomach, he looked down at his math book again, not even paying attention to the words. You fat pig, don't even think about it.

Marco stopped chewing and looked at the undercut haired boy. He was leaning over his book and clutching his stomach tightly, seeming to be in pain. He placed his hand on Jean's back. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Jean said through gritted teeth. His stomach began to growl again and he held it tighter, forcing it quiet.

"I can lend you half of my fries."

"I don't want them, I said I'm fine." His response was quick and filled with venom. Marco was slightly set aback but he assumed if it was something Jean wanted to talk about it, he would've talked about it. So Marco only nodded and went back to his lunch. The rest of the period was filled with silence.