A/N: Thank you for waiting patiently for this chapter. It's been a while, I know. I had a really bad case of writer's block and feels from the latest episode. Enjoy!
"Paulina, how did you know it was Connie?" I asked.
Last night, Connie kissed my cheek. I was too dazed to ask how Paulina knew Connie did something to me to make me the way I was last night. Now that we're doing our morning jog, I'm wide awake and I can concentrate. I still haven't gotten used to having no internet.
"I knew he liked you," Paulina replied, panting slightly, "and when leaving the canteen, I saw Connie going after you. You were also late coming back so I figured you and Connie were probably making out." She smirked and looked at me, obviously waiting for a reaction.
I rolled my eyes but then laughed, "No, we weren't. He was just charming me, that's all."
"Do you like him back? Like, really like him back?" she inquired.
"I… I can't really say," I replied hesitantly, "I never saw this coming and I just met him."
The last part was a half lie. I know him well enough to know what his personality is like, but still, I only recently made his acquaintance.
Paulina nodded. We stayed quiet for the rest of the session. Am I attracted to Connie? Was he just so sweet and charming last night that I thought I was? I always had more of a thing for Jean, Eren, Levi… you know, the usual boys that a usual Shingeki no Kyojin fangirl would love. I always thought Connie was a good character, but I never had a thing for him. Aw, jeez. He's so cute but… I don't think I can date him.
"How come that Eren guy never checked his belt?" Agnes said to nobody in particular and then threw her arms around me to pull me to the ground.
"Ugh!" I grunted, "he probably doesn't think enough."
I squirmed a bit, trying to get out of Agnes' hold, but she pinned my wrists down, causing me to let go of the wooden dagger.
"Oh, good job," I said between breaths.
"Thanks," she said, panting.
She helped me up and I brushed dirt off my clothes.
"Probably." Agnes continued, "But still, I can't believe he managed to hold up for a few seconds even with a broken belt."
I looked around to see who was fighting who. Eren was against Mikasa, occasionally hearing Eren complain when Mikasa beat him. Connie was against Mina. Jean was against Marco.
Jean and Marco.
As soon as I saw that they were together, I focused my attention on them.
I never knew Combat Training could be so hot, I thought as I watched Jean attempting to snatch the dagger from Marco's hands. He did so quite poorly, as he used his whole body to reach for it, not being able to dodge Marco's blocks. Jean then pushed Marco onto the ground. Their faces were so close together it looked like they were going to…
"Kiss!" I yelled.
Everybody turned silent and looked at me. Did I just say that? Did I really just say that?!
"Aw, man, look at Jean and Marco!" a boy yelled.
Everybody looked at the two boys, still in the same position.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" people began to shout and crowd around the two boys.
"What?! No!" Jean shot up and growled at the audience.
Jean viciously eyed the crowd and then his eyes met mine. He stared at me with narrowed eyes and a pair of pink cheeks.
Oh shit, I thought.
One of the commanders came and shut everybody up, telling us to continue practicing or else everybody would have to jog until we dropped.
"Like potato girl over there," he nodded his head at Sasha, who shot him an unimpressed look.
People murmured and laughed, walking away from Jean and Marco and continued practicing.
"Okay, your turn," Agnes turned around with the dagger in her right hand.
I grabbed her right wrist and she spun around to hit me with her left arm. Before she could do so, I ducked and pried the dagger out of her hand.
Did… did I just make a high pitched grunt?
"What was that sound you just made?" Agnes asked, answering the question I was asking myself.
"I-I don't know," I mumbled, blushing from embarrassment.
"You know," Agnes murmured in my ear, "Jean didn't look too happy with you."
"It ca-came out s-suddenly, I-I" I stuttered uncontrollably, "I don't know what came over me, I-"
"Maybe you need water," a voice behind me said, "it's pretty hot and you probably have a slight heat stroke."
I turned around to see Marco smiling brightly at me.
"Marco, how can somebody have a slight heatstroke?!" Jean asked sarcastically.
"Jean! Marco!" I gasped, "I'm really sorry, I-"
"Hey, it's all right!" Marco chuckled, "We're cool. Right Jean?"
Marco looked at Jean who had his arms crossed and a blank expression. It quickly changed into a grin.
"Yes," Jean said quietly, "It's fine."
Jean eyed me, smiling suspiciously. His look gave me chills down my spine. I had a feeling that he did not forgive me.
The next day…
I was totally right, Jean did not forgive me. For Combat Training, Jean picked me instead of Marco.
"Why?" I asked.
Jean looked down at me with the darkest grin I've ever seen.
"I just want to show you something," he half whispered.
He sounded so threatening that I could feel my hands shake, yet he sounded so sexy I could… feel my hands shake.
He told me that I would be holding the dagger first. Afraid to protest, I did so reluctantly, turning my back on him. I felt the vibration of his footsteps nearing me and I immediately placed the dagger, that was in my right hand, in my left hand. Just as I wanted; Jean grabbed my right wrist and with the tip of the dagger pointing backwards, I spun to stab Jean in the waist. He cried out in pain and fell on his side.
"Jean, I'm sorry!" I said, panicking, "It was reflex, I swear!".
Jean looked up at me, nostrils flaring with anger.
"Give me the dagger," he demanded.
I did so without hesitation. He stood up and walked a few feet away from me. As soon as he turned, I tiptoed my way to him. When I reached him, I wrapped my right arm around his neck and pulled him down to the ground. I tried to reach for the dagger, but he kicked me away. I landed on my front making me yelp. He jumped up as I scrambled up. He ran towards me and I froze. He lunged at me, making both of us fall to the ground with him to top of me. He straddled my hips and positioned his dagger beneath my chin.
Looking at Jean on top of me and panting made me want to reach for his face and kiss him. I didn't care how mad he was at me, I was so amused by how sexy this looked.
I couldn't help myself, I laughed like a school girl and put my hand on Jean's wrist.
"Nice one, Jean," I giggled.
Jean arched an eyebrow and opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but closed it.
"Jean, get off of her!" I heard somebody say.
We turned to see Connie running towards us at full speed.
Uh oh.
Connie pulled Jean up and pushed him away from me. Jean stumbled and fell back on the ground, releasing the dagger.
"Angela! Are you all right?" Connie asked, helping me up.
"I'm fine, Connie," I said, "It is Combat Training.
"But Jean looked like he was going to kill you!" Connie yelled. He turned to wave his fist at Jean. "I swear, Jean, you are dead meat!"
Jean pulled himself up, "Connie, calm down, we were just-"
"Don't tell me to calm down, you bastard!" Connie took a step towards Jean.
Oh no. I have to do something, I don't want them to end up as rivals because of me.
"Connie!" I said, "Look at me! No injuries! I'm fine!"
I spread my arms across and gestured to my whole body. He scanned me up and down and smiled, "You're fine all right." He winked.
I blushed and put my arms down.
"Connie, I wasn't going to kill her," Jean spoke, "I mean, she totally beat me up when she was the thug."
Connie looked at Jean angrily, but then sighed.
"We cool? Sorry if I made you think I was torturing your girlfriend," Jean held out a hand for a handshake.
"We aren't dating," I remarked, looking away awkwardly.
"Yeah. Okay," Connie shook Jean's hand.
Connie turned back to me and hugged me. He whispered in my ear, "Not yet we aren't."
I chuckled nervously. Did that mean he planned to ask me out?! Oh God no.
As soon as Connie was out of earshot, Jean turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, too, Angela. If Marco is able to forgive you, I should."
I smiled goofily.
"It's okay," I said, "getting beat up by you was one of the best things that happened to me so far."
I giggled and then stopped immediately as soon as I realized what I just said. I was not meant to say that.
Jean blinked at me. I felt my face burning from embarrassment.
"Ha. You're cute," Jean chuckled, patting my head.
The bell rang. It was time for lessons.
"Oh, well, I'll see you later, Angela," Jean smiled and jogged away.
"See you later," I said quietly, even though I knew he didn't hear me.
JEAN KIRCHSTEIN CALLED ME CUTE.
