THIRTEEN

Next week's Monday came in a flash and I was already waiting for Friday with love. It wasn't usually like this. I always preferred to stay in school than stay home in boredom with my parents on weekends, but recently, school wasn't the same.

Since last week, I've been wondering alone. No one hung out with me. Everyone on twelve one ignored me and I wondered if Frank gave the order; I wouldn't be surprised if he did. I've been pissing him off lately and on the verge of making him call me a traitor. Speaking of which, he was released from detention just minutes ago and had been picking up the trail with what's been going on. Honestly, nothing big.

I realized something: they didn't want me with them. They thought I was just filler, nothing important, nothing special. They never thought I was of them, even though they'd mention it a few times. The point is, I should've realized this from the begging, but I was too blind, too dumb and that's why now I'm alone. Everything backfired at me. Surprisingly, I wasn't kicked out from the soccer team and that's what warmed my heart.

Even my girlfriend stopped hanging with me and instead, I've seen her with other guys. She wasn't making out or anything and she kept sending me messages, but I had my suspicions. I wasn't popular and that's what she specifically wanted, someone with power on the school, someone popular and not a lowlife like me.

I've been mourning this whole time, mostly because I was lonely. It wasn't something that really gets me, but it still wasn't good. I was accustomed to having people around me, especially from twelve one, but it wasn't like that anymore. I hung out with them sometimes, but I still felt alone. It's surprising how things changed around me. Heck, everything changed ever since…

… he arrived.

I haven't seen him since last week, mostly because I was avoiding him. He made everything so weird around me; he made events that never happened to me real, he made me remember things I used to keep in the back of my mind, he was making my relations with everyone around me thin –even if it wasn't his intention-, he was… so much like me. I was alone, he was alone. I was happy, he was happy. I was worried, he was worried. What is he? A copycat? Without realizing, the world spun around him… my world in particular.

For fuck's sake! He made me think weird stuff! But I was ever since last week's weird… encounter we had with the draw. Ever since then, I couldn't keep him out of my mind and how happy and comfortable I felt. Those emotions flared me and all because of him. I… haven't felt like that in long time. No one, not even my own girlfriend made me feel like that.

I was walking towards Levi's, when a hand squeezed my shoulder, -"Ah, Jean,"- I turned my head and saw Reiner with an unsure and worried face. Behind him were Ymir, Berthold and Annie, with the same unsure look. Reiner looked back at them and they nodded. Reiner nodded to them and took a deep breath, looking back at me, -"I think you won't, uh, like this."

I jerked his hand off my shoulder, -"What is it?"

He scratched the back of his head, -"We kind of, um, saw your… shit,"- He was spluttering, was he actually nervous? And wait… did he just say what I think he did? -"Oh, no way! It wasn't your shit we saw, it's something else, I uh… goddammit!"- He cursed all over, his face red as a tomato while the rest laughed. Even I laughed, but it was for a brief moment. It was funny, because I actually did go to the bathroom.

Then, Ymir sighed angrily and took one step forward, hands on hips. Behind her was Krista. Lol, I didn't noticed her, she was so small, the smallest in the group actually, -"For God's sake, we saw your girlfriend making out with two guys on the bathroom."

I gave her a skeptical look, -"You're kidding."- Somewhere inside me, I knew my suspicions were right though, I just couldn't admit it –or better yet- my heart couldn't, but my brain knew.

-"We're not, Jean,"- Now, her face went all serious, -"I mention it before, didn't I? Take us seriously. We're not who people think we are and we're not always a joke."- Not only her face was serious, her tone of voice too.

I looked back at Reiner and the others. The laughter they had seconds ago faded, replaced by seriousness, such deep seriousness and a shred of worriedness. Reiner spoke now, with his voice a bit soothing, -"Jean, we're with you… whether you face her or not."

I froze, thinking about it, but then, my body moved on its own, running at the bathroom. The school had four bathrooms: two in both levels, one for boys and one for girls, but I knew exactly where Trish was, the one she liked, the one she and I used to make out sometimes, the upper guy's one. My legs were running like if I was on the soccer field. I knew the others were running after me, but they kept their distance. When I reached it, I swung the door open and yeah, she was there and yeah, she was over two guys, one leg for each. I recognized them both from twelve one: George, the tallest in his group and Trevor, Frank closest friend. They were sitting on the floor. She was taking turns; kissing George while Trevor kissed her neck, breasts, climbing his hands through her tight and reaching her buttocks. Then, she turned her head to kiss Trevor and George sucked from her neck.

Something smelled fishy in here. The air was… abnormal.

They noticed me and burst in laughter, whispering something to her. She turned her head back to me and laughed too. I just stood my ground and stared, wide eyed; I couldn't believe this. Ymir and the others were right. I also couldn't believe that I couldn't believe it, because I was supposed to see this coming. I was so blinded by her; she was so sweet at the begging, but I didn't know her completely. Oh, but I knew her know. This is who she really is: a slut.

-"Hey, you, out."- George ordered with his harsh deep voice.

Me? Leave? Was he kidding? My heart drove me here and my brain will solve this. I wanted to be rational, but rage filled me. How can a girl be like this… with two guys at the same time? -"Fuck you."- I growled angrily and walked close to them. I pulled Trisha by her shoulder off of them.

She squealed and tried to pull away from me, -"Hey! That hurts, honey!"

-"Honey?!"- I growled, more rage filling me. How could she call me that after this?!

-"Hun, this isn't what you think it is,"- She remarked stupidly, turning to me. Her blonde hair swung around her shoulder. Her face was messed with makeup by sweat and her lipstick was worn out. Even so, a fucking irritating smile was forming on her lips. Was she enjoying this? –"You're misunderstanding this, in fact, you should jo-"

I couldn't see her face washed with pleasure, the pleasure I couldn't give her, -"Just shut up, you slut! I saw it with my eyes, bitch! You think you can fool me? "- I cursed her all over. I was releasing something that was tied inside me.

Now, a scowl twisted on her brows, -"Slut? Bitch? I'm nothin' of that! Who do think you are? You can't treat a girl like this and especially not me!"- She squealed in anger and in shock. She didn't expect me to face her like this.

I laughed out loud. She looked so funny in anger, -"You're more stupid than you look! Honestly, after this, not slut? Come on! Even a baby would know!"

-"This,"- She pointed back to George and Trevor, who were standing up, -"Is love. Something you couldn't give me!"

-"Oh, no need you to remind me, I know already!"- I began to shout and naturally couldn't stop, -"You think I'm a fool? Is that it? You stupid glamour won't work with me anymore, you bitch! You hear me?! You fucking whore, you're the worst of the kind!"

She laughed evilly and weirdly. Was she on drugs? –"You? Not fooled? Think again!"- She too was shouting and couldn't stop. The next words pierced my heart, -"You're the most foolish guy I've ever met! You're the worst kisser and that's why you're forever alone! No one loves you, get it? Only your mom does! You claim to be something, but you're nothing! You're just a wannabe, a monster and an asshole! I h-"

My eyes began to water, but I fucking swallowed it all and went to grab her. I squeezed her shoulder and began push her, -"Then why? Why answer the messages, kisses... everything…? Why the act?"

She just shrugged ignorantly, -"For fun and glory, you'll never understand. Life is all about having fun and good looks. Someone like you wouldn't understand… whose life is miserable."

I gritted my teeth and swallowed it all, but I wasn't shitting it… not yet. A fist was forming on my hands, aiming at her. She squealed and pulled away cowardly, hiding behind George who ended up punching my face. I stumbled and leaned on a near sink. I was staring at the water accumulated on it and in the corner of my eyes, I saw George walking towards me again, -"I'm gonna teach you how to treat a lady."

I laughed and ended up wincing, -"How to treat a slut?"

He growled and aimed another punch to me, but suddenly halted or better yet… someone stopped him.

I lifted my head and saw Berthold holding George's punch. Two giants about to fight. George faltered and looked surprised while Berthold calmly and silently stood his place. Behind George, Trevor stood and went for him. Trevor was a blonde model looking muscular guy that looked a lot like Reiner. Speaking of which, this one appeared from behind me and pushed Trevor back. George pulled back and joined Trevor. These two looked surprised, but at the same time excited, -"Well, well, look who we have here."

I was still leaned on the sink, trying to regain myself. The punch I received blinded me a little and when I managed to stood up, -"What are you doing?"

Reiner was the one who looked back while Berthold had eyes locked on Trever and George, -"Isn't it obvious? We're backing you up."

-"You don't need to. I'm facing this myself, this is my fight."

-"Jean,"- Reiner sighed and smiled at me, -"You can't face everything by yourself. I told you, we're with you on this, we're supporting you."

-"Just go before you get in trouble."

-"We never abandon our comrades."

I didn't complain anymore and just looked away. True, I couldn't fight these two on my own. If it wasn't for Berthold, George would've punched me a second time and I would've been knocked out. His punches were the worst and yeah, this is the first time I've tasted them. The punching bag in the gym was proof.

I looked at them and then at George and Trevor. I had no idea of what's going to happen now, but I sure as hell wanted to punch the fuck out of them. I had to let all this rage out somehow, even if I get suspension. I couldn't stay hit, especially not by them, -"Fight or solve this rationally, your choice. We're with you on whatever you do."- Reiner said lowly to me.

Was he letting me take the lead? And was he going to fight if I did? That wasn't like him. He always preferred solving problems without having to fight. Then again, this was a completely different situation, a situation he couldn't lead. He was here as a friend, not a leader.

I gave him a low nod and then I saw something: drugs and lots of them; pills, weed, syringes, sharpies and other stuff I didn't recognize. Seconds ago, I was so mad that I didn't notice. The three of them were on drugs and by the looks on them; they were high and not landing. That explains a lot. Did they… did they drug her? I had not time to think about that, because a better idea than fighting occurred to me: utter humiliation, -"Bert, distract them."

Berthold gave me a confused look, probably both about what the hell was I doing and the fact that I call him by his short name when only Reiner did, but he nodded and obeyed. He began to fight them, -"Reiner, back him up so I can…,"- I began to speak, but Reiner was already stepping forward, nodding with a smirk. He knew exactly what I was going to do.

When Reiner supported Berthold, I made my move and picked up all the drugs on the floor and poured them into a bag. My ex-girlfriend flinched and stumbled, -"What are you-? Give that back!"- She stretched her hands to take them away from me, but she stumbled, leaning on the wall and I stepped farther away from her, -"Jean, come on, don't be a jerk. I can share some with you, y'know? It's all good stuff."

I laughed, -"Share with me? You never shared anything with me and no way, these are mine now. You and your gang of drunkards are fucked up,"- I held the bag of weed in front of her, tossed it up and caught it with my other hand, -"Let's see how your slutty intuition works now, bitch. I had my revenge. I'll make sure everyone knows how cheap and not worth you are and now we'll see who's really loved. And hey,"- I turned around to leave; before I did though, I looked over my shoulder and grinned at her, -"Thanks to you, I now recognize sluts like you so that I don't make another mistake."

Trisha's face was glorious: pale; she was scared, so scared, regret all over. I swore for God that she shit herself and I knew that I'd never forget it. Though, it changed, anger filling her and revenge will obviously come. This wasn't over. Bring it on, bitch.

I gestured Berthold and Reiner to pull back. It wasn't hard since Trevor and George were drugged. They kept stumbling and hitting themselves. Even so, they did try to chase us, but to no avail. Before I left the bathroom, I stuck out my middle finger to them while laughing. Outside, I immediately went for Levi's. Before I entered though, Reiner pulled my arm, -"Jean, are you alright?"

My mind was racing. I wanted to give all this to Levi because I knew that only he will do something about it, -"Um, yeah, yeah, totally fine."- I sounded a bit sarcastic.

-"Listen,"- He slowly pointed to the drugs on my hand, -"Whatever you do with that… be careful and…,"

I didn't hear the rest as I made my way into the classroom,-"Yeah, yeah."- I shouted back to him.

Inside, I put the drugs on my backpack and waited for the class to finish. When it did, I again waited for everyone to leave. I didn't want anyone to know yet. I just hoped Levi does something. I couldn't explain why, but I just knew I had to go to Levi, because somehow I knew that he'll do something. It was ridiculous considering how I hated him, but recently, I've been following my instincts and it told me to go to him. The principal wouldn't do it.

After everyone was gone, I walked up to Levi. With the same sharp, menacing look, he took a sip from his coffee, -"Is something the matter, Kirshtein? Or do you, by any change, pretend to excuse yourself for coming late… again?"- I didn't answer him and just tossed the drugs on his table. His mood ticked me off. He eyed it, crossed his fingers and stared at me, -"What is this? Am I supposed to take it as an invitation? Because I sure as hell am not. Explain before I kick your ass."

I flinched a bit, but managed to stay cool, -"No sir, um… George, Trisha and Trevor from twelve one were using them while making out in the bathroom."- He had to know them since twelve one is his group.

He arched an eyebrow, -"Oh? And you expect me to believe you just like that?"- He eyed me suspiciously, -"Where's your proof, hm?"

I froze and tried not looking at him. My heart began to beat faster, -"P-proof?"- I spluttered; so much for staying cool.

-"Yes, proof,"- He repeated and the look on his face as he stood up send shivers down my spine, -"Say, aren't you the one inheriting it?"

I wanted to screw and humiliate someone; at the end, I humiliated myself.

I screwed myself.

Soooo, how was it? :3 This one took me time too, but it's done! I hope you like it. I know this happened too fast, but I felt like Jean had to finish it soon so he can spend more timey timey with Marco :) (ifyouknowwhatimean)