FOUR

Erwin was mad. Literally, I could see fire coming from his head and the culprit was twelve one. Pretty obvious since they were dying in laughter; though, that laughter faded once they were outside and saw us.

Things will get real ugly here. I liked to call these periods where twelve one and twelve two came upon each other the Warred Hours. Since neither could stand each other, they warred and the class they were supposed to take always gets delayed. I don't know if the principal did something to prevent it this year, but it's unlikely; above all, it's practically impossible. Teachers together could never stop them. They hated each other to death and I had to admit that twelve one always started the fights. Their superiority and arrogance always pissed my group off. It's a constant fight the principal couldn't prevent and if I'm not mistaken, we have another period where the groups met. Though, it seemed that the principal did something to prevent the group from meeting in too much periods. That's something.

I loved watching these fights, but that was it. Surprising, huh? I rather stay in a corner and just enjoy it for one reason: I'm with twelve one all the way, but I'm intwelve two. So, I didn't cheer for neither because… it's doesn't look good on me that I'm in one group and cheer for the other. That's cheap, even though my group already hates me apparently. I had that constant smack in my head that I need to change group, but it never happens. I'm too lazy to get into that mess of papers.

Either way, the only ones at a loss were the teachers of that period. In this case, it was Erwin and he had experience because mysteriously, the groups always met in hisperiod these past years. He usually is a calm person, but twelve one made him lose his mind. They were thatrebellious and uncontrollable.

"Oh uh, what do we have here?"- A guy named Frank in twelve one came out with the rest of the group following him, -"Hey guys, it's twelve two!"- He said to some other students from his group that were behind him, -"They love us too much that they can't stay away. Aw, that's sweet."- He mocked and as soon as he moved forward, my group stepped back, letting them pass. Once they stepped out of the classroom, they stood there, not letting us pass.

-"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just let us pass."- Eren said as he stepped forward, but Frank pushed him back. He stumbled, but didn't fall. An angry frown immediately crossed his face.

-"What? This is how you guys say hello after so long? You know, we've missed you,"- Frank said as he faked a sweet face and crossed his hand together, lifting it to his cheek, -"Have some consideration, please?"

-"Look, Frank, we don't want trouble,"- Reiner stepped in, trying to avoid problems, because this is how they actually started. He was always the one who tried to smooth things out. It never worked though, -"Just let us in."

-"Yeah, cut the act."- Connie said.

-"If you don't let us in, you'll only miss your sorry ass."- Said Ymir. And that did it.

-"Sorry ass? Really, I don't remember you telling me that last night, oh wait…"- Frank began to laugh and so did the ones behind him. Monkey see, monkey do. Frank was practically the leader in twelve one, he's also the captain of the soccer team. He's the most popular guy in the school and according to the girls, the most handsome.

A girl beside him stepped forward, wrapping her arm around his neck, ready to defend. She was obviously bothered by his comment, -"Did you forget? She's a lesbian!"- I recognized her; she was my girlfriend's best friend Jenny.

Ymir just shrugged, not bothered at all by everyone calling her a lesbian, which made things worse. To make it even worse, she didn't say anything and all twelve one laughed. I just pulled myself out of the crowd, embarrassed and…, -"Hey, it's Jean. Yo, what's up?"- Frank called me out. God, I really didn't want to be dragged into this. It happened yesterday too.

I turned my head slightly and nodded to him, still walking away from the crowd, -"Hey."- I tried to sound cool.

-"Are you still with this herd of idiots and nerds?"- He asked me. I received a few glares from my group that said traitor,-"How many times do I have to tell you? Change, dammit."

-"Herds of idiots?"- Eren repeated, walking forward again. He was practically the only one who dared take Frank on and defend, the rest were just shy and intimidated by twelve one, -"And what are you, a bunch of Justin Timberlake wannabes?"

Uff,I exclaimed mentally.

Frank walked closer to him, bothered by the Justin Timberlake reference. He didn't like it one bit to be compared to him, even though he really looked like him physically and whatever hairstyle he did or change in any way, the rest had to do it too, -"Hey, uh, do you know how I like call those who are squished like gnat?"

Pest, I answered in my head. He always asked that whenever someone he thought was below him pissed him off.

Before he could say it, though, Mikasa, as always, stepped in to defend Eren,-"Don't."- Just like she told me with the same look.

-"Hey, Mikasa,"- He eyed her from top to bottom and the girls behind him scowled at her, -"I still can't believe you're with them, 'cause you look like one of us."

-"You talk too much for a dead man,"- Her voice was fierce, but her face was still the same, one that didn't show emotion. She was tired of all this, -"You let us pass or-"

-"Shut up, bitch."- Jenny began to pull Mikasa's hair.

-"Hey!"- Eren shouted.

-"Hey you."- Annie stepped in, only to be grabbed by the hair by another girl. Eren was held back by some guy. Reiner stepped in and helped. Berthold did the same. While they stepped forward, the rest just hid back shyly. In the end, it was a mess, as always. Then…

-"¡Oigan!"-Erwin finally came, pushing his way through Frank and his guys, angered into the utmost level. Immediately when he spoke, everyone let go of everyone, -"What is the matter with all of you? I though you have agreed to some terms of peace. What happened to that?"

True. That was last year. I almost forgot. Apparently, everyone did.

Frank snorted ignorantly and moved past Erwin disrespectfully, -"Nothing. Only that these losers decided to break it."

-"I don't believe any of that bullshit,"- Erwin was way out of the teachers rules and limits, but he knew very well that they were the one who broke it, -"Now, go to your next class."

-"Pfft, whatever, I hate hanging around here anyways,"- He beckoned his group to follow him and scoffed at my group, -"See ya', losers!"- He stuck out his tongue and when he saw me apart from my group, he pointed at me, -"Jean, you and I need to talk. Man to man talk, y'know?"

I just nodded. Had to keep it cool in front of him.

Once twelve one left, Erwin sighed angrily, -"Come on, inside."

My group stepped in while grunting in anger, others discussing what happened and the girls rubbing their hairs. I sat in the same place as always and at the beginning of the class, the group wouldn't shut up about Frank and the fight, about how he never changed. I sighed. They could never understand him. They could never understand how it feels to be like him. Such superiority it's like an addiction. It felt good. It felt like you could do anything you wanted.

Almost ending the class, Erwin could finally start and I literally left laughing. Quickly, all the Frank thing was forgotten. Hearing them speak Spanish was hilarious and of course, I avoided having to talk.

-"Hola… Mikasa… ehh, ¿como estas?"- Eren, after class, kept practicing his horrible Spanish with Armin and Mikasa. Honestly, he was the worst one there.

-"¿Estoy bien, Eren. ¿Y tú?"- As always, Mikasa's Spanish was perfect.

-"Eh… ¿qué?"- Eren asked, scratching his head.

Armin laughed, -"That's 'I'm fine, and you?' You have to keep practicing, Eren."

-"Agh, I know! What do you think I'm doing? It's all-"- Eren perked his head up from the book he had and looked at me, -"What are you looking at?"

I, startled, quickly answered, -"The floor, dumbass."- I got distracted from hearing their Spanish that I didn't even feel my phone vibrating.

He just looked at me confused, -"Feeling funny, huh?"- Then, I heard Mikasa mutter a 'don't mind him' to him. Eren grunted but turned his attention to the book reluctantly.

I sighed and took out my phone, I smiled: A message from my girlfriend, I'm free. I'm at the lobby beside the launch room, y'know… McDonald's?

Yeah, I'll be there. Luv u,I answered her. I had class now, English, but I didn't want to go. I won't miss this change of being with her. She was more important.

Before I parted, -"I think we have English now. Let me guess… it's in the lower level, right?"- Marco stepped beside me and I quickly shoved the phone in my pocket.

I looked at him with a scowl. He had his finger in his mouth like a mustache, guessing and he guessed right, -"Yeah, you're right."- No point in lying to him now.

-"Yes!"- He said happily and smiled widely.

Oh wow,I said while shocking my head.

Was he planning to keep following me? Why now of all times? Ugh, he was like a limpet. Annoyed, I sighed heavily, -"Here,"- I gave him my paper of our schedule. He looked at it and then at me, surprised and opening his mouth to speak, but I didn't let him, -"Follow the group next time."- I pointed to Eren and his group and left without letting him speak. I didn't even look back. I felt like I just left a little kid of kindergarten on school on his first day without saying goodbye. It felt good.

As I reached the McDonald's, the lunchroom's side lobby, I started to think that that might have been a little too harsh, but neh, it quickly faded. When I arrived, I saw my girlfriend with Jenny, Frank and some other guys. The girls sat on the one million holes tables. That's why this lobby was called McDonald's, because the tables looked like the ones in there. Jenny sat in front of Frank, exposing her flesh to him. She giggled at everything he said and at his touches. Trisha was taking selfies with her phone; she stopped when she saw me and put on her best flirtatious face.

I tried putting mine, but it wasn't that good, because she just laughed.

-"Finally,"- Frank looked up from Jenny's thighs, -"You're here."

-"Oh… him."- I had a feeling that I didn't sympathized with Jenny. She always gave me that annoyed look whenever she saw me.

Then I remembered his man talk he mentioned he had to have with me. He beckoned for me to sit beside him and I did. My girlfriend sat in my lap, -"Did you met Levi already?"- A grinned spread her lips.

I sighed. I didn't want to talk about that, especially not in front of Frank, but apparently he already knew, -"Heard he looked for you and found you hooking up. You shouldn't have run like a chicken, Jean, I would've spit him right in the face there."- I had a feeling my girlfriend was the one who told him, but I couldn't get angry at her.

Yeah sure, unless you've seen his face and attitude, but I didn't doubt that Frank saw that.

I didn't want to say anything; even if I wanted to defend myself, I couldn't. Thank God someone else joined the conversation, so I could just listen and nod in agreement, -"Yeah, but still… he had us cornered. Nothing we couldn't escape, of course, but still, a teacher like that…,"

-"Nah, nothing to worry about. We have all the teachers as our bitches in the palm of our hands,"- He opened his palm and clutched it, as though all the teachers were tiny there,-"Why not him?"

-"Of course, but still… it's not going to be easy."- Another guy commented.

-"I don't think so. Ruining someone's life is easy, especially a teacher's."- Frank argued.

-"Dammit, but who does he think he is talking to us like that?"

-"Yeah, remember how he treated Kuan? He's breaking teacher's rules!"

-"Guys, you worry too much,"- Frank said ignorantly. After calming down the guys, he turned to look at me, -"Now it's business, Jean."

God, I didn't like that, -"W-what is it?"- I stiffened a little and Trisha slid away from my lap.

-"Don't get nervous, you pussy,"- He laughed, -"It's soccer news,"- I let out a sigh of relief and nodded to him, -"We have practice today after school. Same hour, same place. Tomorrow, we have practice at launch hour, same place."

I just nodded. I could never deny anything he asked me. I shouldn't anyway. He'd kick me off the soccer team. He had power in this school, -"Alright. I'll assist."

-"That's not what bothers me though,"- He said as he began to rub his chin, -"It's more of a personal thing, Jean, about you."

-"Wh-what's wrong with me?"- This just kept getting worse. I stiffened more and halted my hand that was slipping through Trisha's waist.

-"I dunno, you're still kinda low, man,"- He scratched the back of his head, -"You've got the looks and the woman, but you're still socially low. You need to loosen up more, y'know? Kick someone's butt or slap a nerd or better yet…,"- I knew what was coming, -"Change group, man. You'll never be like me if you stay there. Do that, and that's when you'll become a real man. You gotta move, you gotta change, getting what I'm saying?"

I've had that same speech before and it's not like it's bothering me; on the contrary, it feels good to know that he's worrying, -"Yeah, I know, I know."- I nodded like five times.

"Sure, 'yeah, I know, I know', but you do nothing,"- He raised his hand, exasperated, -"What's wrong, bro? Look, if this keeps going, I'm gonna have to take extremes measures when you've fit so well with us."

I was becoming exasperated too. Sighing, I tried not looking at him or anyone who was staring at me, waiting for an answer. I felt ashamed, -"You know how lazy I am, Frank, I really don't like getting into that sort of mess,"- Before he could say anything else, I continued, -"But I'll do it, I'll speak with my mother."

-"I hope so."- Frank said and that conversation ended.

Time passed and it was almost time for launch. Frank was getting bored, even though he had five girls around him. Everyone was, actually. Nobody knew what to do and I just kept kissing with Trisha, which was getting a little boring too.

-"You know what will really be good now?"- Frank asked suddenly, -"Bully a new kid."

It was one thing about Frank: he liked making life hard and pitiful for the freshmen. He always called them 'new kids', even though they were from twelve, eleven or tenth grade. I had to admit, it was fun. Even more fun when mysteriously all of them were nerds. The normal thing to do was throw them water balloons or eggs, but Frank also liked to troll and mock them; anything to ruin their life, really.

I couldn't think any further, my mind was concentrated on one thing right now: Trisha all over. She was on the verge or zipping my jacket off. I remembered the pink shirt I had under the jacket, but I couldn't stop her, I couldn't even speak. She was all over me, tongues dancing, heavy breathing, heart beating fast and sweating. When she unzipped my jacket, she laughed, but didn't say anything and kept kissing me, sliding up her soft hands under my shirt through my chest, toying with my abs.

On the other hand, Frank noticed and did say something, -"Really, Jean? A pinkshirt?"- He laughed loudly, catching more attention than he already had and like I said… he laughed, the others laughed, -"Dude, that is notcool. You look gay."

Among the kisses, I managed to mutter, -"I… don't."

Behind Trisha, I saw him stand up and come over to me, -"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, hot stuff,"- He threw his arm around Trisha, -"I'm gonna steal him for a second, excuse me."

She laughed, gave me a last kiss and stood up, -"Keep it hot, bad boy."- She said nicely, while I was trying to catch my breath. How could she manage to stay cool after that? Another thing was, I was burning and she looked perfectly fine, hair intact and all.

I stood up too and zipped up my jacket, feeling unbalanced. People were still laughing. Frank threw his arm around my shoulders, -"C'mon, let's fetch some freshmen."- With his other hand, he lifted some water balloons and his friends behind him had eggs.

I shrugged and followed him. I really didn't feel like it; I mean I just didn't enjoyed doing that as much as Frank did. Though, I had no other option than to follow him; I didn't like being left behind by him.

We kept following freshmen through the hallways, throwing them water balloons and eggs. I just kept following behind without throwing anything. Sometimes, we'd cornered them and made them dance the chicken. It was hilarious. It was good watching them cornered and desperate to run away like chicken. Some tried not to run away, fighting with themselves and preserve their pride, but they were failing. That was good too.

Then, on my peripheral vision, I saw a glimpse of a black hooded figure dashing out of the bathroom, -"Jean! After him!"- Frank shouted and I began to chase the Assassin freckled wannabe.