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SEVENTY-TWO

-"Hey, what was that about?"- I asked, eyes on the dimming road ahead.

-"Hmm?"- Marco mused beside me, his body lent against the door and his eyesight thought the glass, across the never ending rows of houses.

-"The kiss."

-"What about it?"- He kept looking through the window.

-"What's it about?"- I asked again, desperate for an answer -a real one, the truth behind it, -"It couldn't have come from nowhere."

I heard a muffled laugh, -"What do you mean, Jean? It's not like I've never given you one of those."

I sighed and when I came upon a red light, I swiveled on my seat and faced him, an arm on my seat's headrest, -"Spill it, freckles. I know there was a reason behind it."- Got a feeling it had to do with Harry, but I discard it. Marco's an amiable guy.

He gazed at me, his body still lent against the door, his elbow on it's armrest. I must look seductive in this position, because Marco's cheeks lit up at my sight. I can't deny it either; I had the new blouse my boss "gifted" me with and boy, it was tight around my biceps and triceps. I didn't had my apron on and purposely had the first two buttons loose, exposing my chest. With blue, slim jeans and boots, I looked hot, -"Hey, my face's up here, you know."- I jibed, a grin on my lips.

Marco dampened his lips and looked away, -"Y-you don't have the seatbelt on."

I laughed out loud, -"Come on, spill the beans already."- I seldom use the seatbelt, another thing Marco finger wags me for, but come on, that's not what he focused on first.

-"Green light."

-"What?"

He pointed somewhere in front of us and when I followed his finger, a lurid green light shone across my front glass and blinded me. By instinct, I hovered my arms near my face. Then, car honks boomed behind me and rattled my ears, leaving me deaf. I lent forward, descended my window and flipped my middle finger at whomever was pissing me off. Another honk and revs powering up. The person rode beside me and started shouting some shit I couldn't understand. It was a woman and she had all her windows up. I shrugged, pointed a finger at my ears and lip-talked 'I can't hear you'. Still flipping her off, I trampled on the accelerator and rode off.

-"Bitch."- I muttered.

I had my eyes on the highway, but I could see Marco shaking his head ashamedly. He disliked whenever my tolerance goes downhill while driving -while doing anything in general. According to him, getting into quarrels while driving was dangerous, and I quote, 'you lose sight of the road and thus can cause an accident by your own hands'.

-"Are you gonna tell me now?"- I nagged, totally ignoring his scolding.

-"What about?"

I sighed for the fifth time already, -"Come on, Marco, don't be a douche. Was it Harry?"- I reached for him and began tickling him.

He giggled in that sweet, tender way I loved so much, as he writhed his body away from my flapping fingers, -"Maaaybe."

-"Whoa, seriously? What did he do?"- Now, now, I wasn't expecting this. Harry was a nice guy (like him, in fact), he wouldn't do anything to Marco. And if he did, why would Marco counterattack with a kiss? This doesn't make any sense.

Marco sighed and rolled his eyes, -"You really don't know?"

-"W-what? Should I know?"- Oh boy, what am I missing again? All this chatter reminded me when Marco tried to confess to me in many different ways, but I was a bit of an airhead for that kind of thing.

-"Oh, Jean, you're so blind,"- Marco jibed, giggling to himself while he shook his head, -"He likes you."

-"What do you mean? Thalia likes me too."- I blurted and honestly, I felt like an idiot.

Marco seemed to agree with me. He face-palmed, -"He likes, likes you... more than a coworker."

-"Oh,"- Okay, now that's unexpected, but the pieces started to fit in: the way he acted around me, the way he stuttered and fidgeted, his looks, his blushing cheeks, his..., oh fuck, guess I'm still an airhead for these things, -"Oh, I see now! You were just jealou -but wait, how did you know?"

Marco's smile grew, -"Good gaydar, I guess."

I quirked an eyebrow at the term, but ignored it, -"You were just jealous, weren't you?"

He blushed and nodded briskly, his brows wrinkling in fluster, -"Yeah, so? You get jealous too."

I sort of laughed. He's been getting more jealous than me recently, let's be honest, -"Marco, if we were to-"

-"Jean, watch out!"- His eyes widened as he pointed to the front glass again and I snapped awake.

The second my eyes gazed to the front, a red light threatened to blind me again, but this time, it was from a car's rear lights, halted before me. With my quick reflexes, I turned on the steering wheel and drove beside it, almost grazing it and accidentally ate the red traffic light. Again, the driver honked me and I flipped fingers. Both of them.

Silence ensued. Marco really abhors my attitude on the rode, reason why he didn't felt entirely comfy with me getting one in the first place, -"Jean, you need to be more careful and attentive!"- He suddenly snapped.

-"I'm sorry, freckles, you're too distracting, can't help it."- God, I'm a fool and even more with the stupid smirk I was mustering.

Marco's fumes seemed to quench at the comment. He bit his lip, -"Can you stop for a minute?"

-"Stop what?"

He lent close to me and slid his hand across my tight. I got the hint, oh yes I did, -"The car."

I grinned and parked on an alley that led to Marco's suburb. I switched the rev off and turned to face my boyfriend when he literally launched onto me, not even giving me a few seconds to settle cosily. My ass was numb, okay?

Marco sat on my lap, facing me, and kissed me just like in the gym, but this time, his moves were much more ravenous and feral. Hey, we were alone, in a car, in a dark alley on a cold afternoon. This time, I kissed him back just as wild and hungry, tying one hand with his hair while the other clawed it's way to his back. Our tongues met in seconds and danced, sticking with the rhythm. Unconsciously, I reached for the lever beside my seat and ramped it all the way down. Now, Marco was over me as if we were on my bed -or his.

A few minutes of hooking up later, Marco educed an erection, grazing and prickling my crotch. He struggled with it, his face burning from the exhaustion. I snickered, a grin all the way to my ears, -"You're getting a lot of these, aren't you?"- I crooned, fondling his groin playfully.

Marco moaned and buried his face in my chest, a bit embarrassed, -"J-Jean... I can't help it..."

-"Can't help what?"- I asked, stroking his hair. I stopped fondling him down south, figuring if he wanted to talk, he wouldn't do it with me touching him there. I mean, I can't even think when he fingers me.

-"It's just so embarrassing..."

-"Marco,"- I lifted his head back up to face mines, -"Talk to me."

He looked at me, his eyes glistening, -"I'm just..., I can't restraint it, everything, I just...,"- Marco sighed and I knew he was reeling the gears in his mind to organize his thoughts. His face was red, -"Ever since you gave me the s-suppository, I've been having... a lot of erotic dreams of us and every time I see or hear you, I remember them and... and my body just... and my heart wants to..."- He exhaled and bit his lips. He was clearly flustered. He has never dealt with this issue before and I think he hasn't dreamt of me so erotically before.

My grin subdued into a more sympathetic smile, but it was still there, -"You get the boners. Lemme tell you something, Freckles,"- I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled him closer to me. I want him to hear me perfectly, -"I used to get like six boners a day whenever I saw you during the first weeks of school. I literally drooled over you -still do. Remember those days?"

Marco's eye widened at my confessions and nodded slowly.

-"Well, I once masturbated in the boy's bathroom while screaming your name, but you already know that, and I've woken up hard as fuck at your memory a lot, and guess what, it's normal, it's okay, you shouldn't be embarrassed of your body's response to sexy guy like me -your boyfriend. I've had wet-dreams about us too. We're attracted, Marco, can't you feel it? I know you do, the sexual attraction is strong, right? We can't deny it -well, I sure as hell can't."- I spoke, stroking his spine gently and lovingly. I meant all that. I sure did and I want Marco to feel okay with his own body and mind.

My boyfriend blushed a lot and rubbed his cheeks, -"You really think so?"

I nodded, briskly, -"I do, Marco,"- I tied my legs with his below the steering wheel, -"You're my boyfriend, I'm your boyfriend, these stuff is normal between couples and man,"- I pecked his lips, -"I love you and I'm crazy for you, I can't just not have boners and wet-dreams. It's inevitable, and I'm not ashamed about it."

Marco's eyes gazed me lovingly, a tender smile covering his lips, completely moved by my words. He relaxed and rested his forehead on mines, -"I love you too, Jean. That was sweet; I never though you'd be a dweeb."

I chuckled, -"You'd be surprised. I can be a lot of things, specially the guy who can indulge you..."- My hand neared his groin once again as I gazed at him expectantly.

Marco nodded, -"P-please..."- His cheeks burned up, narrowing his eyes away from mines.

-"Just relax, you're with me and we're alone..."- I whispered and nipped his neck's skin with my teeth gently, fluttering my fingers against his crotch.

He moaned and sank his head onto my chest. I fondled him more thoroughly, cautious with my moves, executing them just the way that made him titillate most; in a circular motion, dipping my fingers in and squeezing. He breathed my name as I licked his flesh and dipped my finger deeper in, but his pants prevented me to go any further, -"J-Jean... just get your hand in already."- He demanded, all flustered and desperate.

I chuckled and obliged, unzipping his pants and digging my way in. Immediately, I felt his slimy dick slid across my palm and I grasped it, educing deep moans from him, his breath tingling my exposed chest. He clutched my blouse tighter with each pressure, and steadily strew it open in one pull. Damn boy. He's horny and I like it. A lot.

I started to jerk him off while kissing his neck's core, running my tongue down to his collar bone, sucking here and there and leaving purple blots on his soft skin. I was getting really aroused down south as his groans and ragged breaths teemed my car, his soft, sweet whispers of my name resonated in my ears and thrilled me. Fuck. Here it comes. Marco must have felt the huge bulge in my pant, because he smirked and chewed on his lips as he ventured his hands southward. He fumbled for my zipper and dropped it low slowly, playfully, probably on purpose. When he took hold of my stiff cock, my head hurled back at the current of pleasure. I exhaled real loud, -"Marco..."- I gripped his hand and jolted it up and down, fastening his stroke.

We jacked each other off like we've done before and like always, we've managed to please each other, splattering cum onto hands, but we didn't cared -well, Marco was a bit worried about the petite flecks on my seats, -"Don't worry about them."

Marco blushed, a bit embarrassed, while he chafed my seat's surface with his finger, specifically at the small blot on it. I took his hand and kissed it. With that same hand, he cupped my face and kissed my lips. For the next minutes, we hooked, groping our bodies and clawing on our skin. Our mouth dipped into each other and moved in synch, our lips clashing and our tongues jigged, our hot breaths sipping in.

We settled down for a few other minutes, watching the sunset. I stroked Marco's hair while we dawdled and prattled on; he told me of his wet-dream, the one I was lucky to watch him live it. He confirmed what I've anticipated from watching him in the first place: we were having sex and Marco was penetrating me, and I quote, 'hard'.

I then asked him what he though of our sixty-nine activity, -"I'm really sorry, Marco. If I knew you had a delicate stomach, I wouldn't have suggested it..."

-"It's okay, Jean, I don't blame you,"- He caressed my temple, running his fingertip up and down, -"A-and I enjoyed it. I'm such a dull-witted boyfriend, aren't I? Not knowing what that number really implies..."

I chuckled, -"Hey, it's cool. I enjoyed it too, but I have a question,"- I've been wondering about this for a looong time now and the mystery was killing me, -"Did my jizz had flavor? I mean, if it affected you..."

Marco blushed a lot and looked away, rubbing his cheekbone with his finger, a nervous quirk of his, -"Um... it-it does...,"- He paused and looked at me, as if asking me if I really wanted to know. I gave him a low nod, -"It's kinda... salty, but sweet too and -ugh, I'm not making any sense, am I?"

I snorted, -"No, you're not."

His expression contorted into distress as he attempted to fix his words, -"I-it's not like it's unsavory, I actually li-like it, but it lacks sweetness... -Oh God, I-I don't want to sound ingrate!"

-"Easy honey, it's fine, I'm not mad or anything,"- I actually though mine was insipid, -"Your's sweet, like really sweet, just like you."- I did not just said that.

Marco chortled, pecking my lips, -"You're such a dork, you know?"

-"But I'm your dork."- And once again, we kissed and got lost on our arms.

Around 8 o clock, we realized the time and Marco's pile of messages and calls; a few were from his cousin and the rest were from his mom. She knew he was with me, but she wanted us confirm we were okay. Marco called her back and told her we were on our way. By then, I had already turned the car's revs on and rode off.

The ride to his home was funny (at least for me); Marco was freaking out by the time and couldn't stop nagging about it. He didn't liked being on the road so late, but I managed to soothe him by telling him the usual: that I was with him and that I'll protect him. He loves that.

When we arrived, he gave me a lengthy, passionate kiss before parting and whispering, -"I had a good time. We should do that more often."

-"Anything for you,"- I murmured back, pecking his cheek, -"Feel better?"

He nodded, narrowing me lovingly, -"A lot better."

-"I love you, freckled stupid bastard."

-"Love you too, dorky."- We kissed goodbye and I watched him leave with longing, sighing from deep within. I'm muddy in love.

At home, I studied for a bit more before I went to sleep and meditated over today's events.

I'm so fucking glad I made Marco feel better about himself; about his thoughts and his own body, his desires and such. It was a relief, because I also had that very same problem way back; I though getting boners from looking at another guy was embarrassing and disgusting, but it's my body's way to let me know I found that guy attractive and sexy as fuck -and cute. I also though that me wanting to blow and work Marco was just a lustful desire, that I just wanted Marco as a toy, it was the though that bothered me the most. Marco's more special to me than that and those desires actually meant that I wanted to be more serious with him, I wanted our relationship to be more intimate and special. Also, like I've told myself a thousand times, it's normal.

Incidentally, the fact that I've managed to unscramble all that mess on my own made me feel good about myself. I have a mess for a mind; I overthink a lot and contradict myself. I literally confuse myself and tussle my brain, and I've always had difficulties to sort and control my feelings and thoughts. To achieve this is practically a miracle.

Then, Harry popped into my mind, just like that, with no warning whatsoever. The guy had feelings for me, huh? Fuck, it's so obvious now that I know. He was trying to show me, to tell me -oh, just before I left, he wanted to tell me something in private. Was it that or...?

Oh no.

He disappeared after Marco kissed me like he did and if I'm not mistaken, I saw drops of water on the floor. That can't be his tears, right? Right? Would he cry by such revelation? I've had crushes that have wounded me (yeah, my old crush on Mikasa's the perfect epitome), but I've never cried, maybe got gloomy, but come on, he's a teen, he can take it.

Well, on second though, maybe not. He can't even handle some asshole's insults at work, he literally cowards behind me or Thalia. Can he cope with the greatest disillusion of finding out your biggest crush has a boyfriend already? Oh, and it's not like someone told you, no, it's because you saw him kiss someone else, someone more special than you.

I'm not making this any easier for myself, am I? The guilt's setting in.

Point is, I might have hurt him, which wasn't my intention at all -it was Marco's, a fact that's hugely shocking, on all tiers. I know, I know, I've done it before, 'what are you complaining about, Jean?'; I've kissed Marco to shoo off some irksome girls and hence, I offended them, I know, but first of all: Harry's not like those girls, never ever, and second, it's so unlike Marco.

I had my hands on my hair, gripping it. I gotta apologize to him, I gotta tell Marco to apologize too, though I doubt he'll comply. Harry got him jealous, Harry's not getting shit from Marco.

Am I making a big deal out of this? For the love of God, I had no idea.

I fell asleep after long hours of thoughts and attempts to quench the growing guilt.

The only things worth mentioning on this week in school was that we began to plan to riot outside. Our members began to write on big placards stuff like: "Love is for all", "Love has no boundaries", "Equality or riot", "We have rights too", yada, yada. Nathaniel was losing his shit -his composure, that's what I meant, of course- and Axel was trying to get control of the situation. Like I mentioned before, our cause grew in membership and goddamn, the hideout was full of students demanding that we riot already, make people hear us, to do something. Gotta give em' the point; all we've done has been to punch a few bullies and knock a few out. So, what? They'll get back angrier, but who am I to have a say in this whole mess? I just follow orders. My suggestions seemed to enter Nate's ear and leave the other just as quickly. Despite all I've done, Nathaniel doesn't recognize me as a, and I quote, 'potential ally' (Marco Bodt, 2016).

Marco and I have hooked up once in a while; in the reeking bathrooms, the ceiling, the school's backyard, anywhere we could be alone and away from the commotion, really. It's needless to say that he has gotten more loose with me and our make-out sessions got real intimate. I liked it, I liked it a lot, and so did he.

Oh, and Eren finally decided to confess.

-"Come out of the closet already, Yeager."- I said as I lent against the court's outside walls. I just received a text from both Reiner and Marco that Eren wanted to meet me here to 'practice soccer', because apparently, Yeager, a.k.a Shithead, can't man his balls enough to simply say: 'I gotta talk to Jean'.

-"Fuck you, Horseface, this was definitely a bad idea."- He gruffed and began to turn away.

-"Fuck...,"- I cursed to myself. Me and my mouth, right? -"Wait, man,"- I spoke, too quickly, as I scratched the back of my neck. Well fuck me in the ass, this is more awkward than talking to Marco about my cum's flavor, -"Sorry, didn't mean that. You wanted to talk? I'm here, so... yeah."

He halted his steps and just stood there, looking down at the moist grass. A few seconds passed. Nothing. This was getting really cumbersome. Should I speak first or...?

I cleared my throat often, to see if he reacted or said something.

And so he did, very abruptly, -"How do you do it, Horsey?"

-"Do what?"

-"Stay so cool even after realizing you're gay."- He clarified, still looking down at the grass, but now, he had his hands in his pocket.

He said that as if it were a bad thing (and it was for me, at first) but I held my tongue to comment on it, -"That's where you're wrong, Yeager. I wasn't 'cool' with it after realizing,"- I was planning on giving him one of those mushy speeches about figuring who you truly are or finding your own path, but I decided to spare him that shit, -"Believe me, I was so not cool with it, or myself, or with Marco, that I ended up making my own lies and tried to believe them. If anything, I was... confused."

He nodded ever so slowly, understanding that last part, meaning, he felt confused too, with himself and the world around him. It all seems different from this view, -"So, you're... cool now, huh? You and Freckles have gotten real comfy."

-"Yeah,"- I looked up at the sky, at the morphing clouds, -"Had to. Couldn't deny it anymore... deny myself. It was breaking me."- I tucked my hands in my pockets too, my mind drifting towards Marco, towards those old memories, the many times I've fallen on my knees, broken, and the many times Marco lifted me back up. No, Jean, focus on Eren. He looks like he's about to collapse.

He snapped, instead, probably as a means to keep himself on foot, -"But... how?"

I shrugged, -"I dunno, you just... accept it and cope with the rest. You love a man, so what? It's your life, your emotions, you can do whatever the hell you want to do with them."

-"'You'? What're you talking about?"

I sighed and ran a hand trough my tussled hair beneath my hoodie. Dealing with this guy's a pain in the ass, -"You. I'm talking about you."

-"Don't drag me into this crap, Horsey!"- He waved me off and began to walk away again, reluctantly.

-"Oh my fucking God, Eren, don't bullshit me,"- With my tolerance running low, I rushed forward, gripping his shoulder and swooped him around. I started jabbing his shoulder, pushing him back, -"You think you can fool me? You can delude the rest, but not me. What about Levi, huh? You're not fooling him and you're not...!"- I clenched my fists and furrowed my brows, -"... fooling yourself, so don't even bother. It won't work. I've tried, a shit load of times, and it doesn't work, Eren."

The guy was speechless... for now.

I took advantage of that, -"For how long do you plan on running, huh?"- I remember Marco telling me this very same thing (in nicer words, of course), -"For how long do you plan on cowering? Do you really think you're able? You can't be-"- I had to stop, because he's about to burst in tears.

He held them off very well, but he still slurred on his words, -"I don't know, but I'll do it for as long as I have to! I don't give a fuck if you think I'm a coward! I'm not... one of you!"

-"The hell does that mean?"- I began to yell, a bit offended by his last words.

-"You guys are so gross, hasn't anyone told you already?"- He pushed me back and waved his arms in exasperation, -"Come on, two guys? Yuck! I think you're all really wretched because you can't shag any girls!"

I gaped my mouth wide to reply, ire sparking within me from both his words and his deed, but shut it close. I didn't come here to wrestle with him, I came here to help him, -"Enough, Eren."

-"There should be a law that restricts guys like you, because all gays do is ruin and molder society."- But he had to say that.

The fact that I said that same thing to Marco wounded me and more so when I felt how offended it really made me feel. You felt like this, didn't you, Freckles? Upset and dismayed, he ran away from me, but I didn't do that, oh no. I clenched my fists and smote Eren right in his mouth, full of fury. Said guy staggered and tumbled his butt on the grass, -"Fuck you."- I spat. Marco should've done this. I deserved it.

-"Shit!"- He cursed, covering his mouth with his palm, -"I think I swallowed a tooth, you bastard!"

-"Should've swallowed the rest."- I quipped, ticking my fingers.

He sat up and lent his arm on his knees, staring down at the grass again, -"You're a damned jerk. The fuck does Marco sees in you?"- He messaged his mouth.

-"You're a bigger jerk, Eren, so shut the fuck up."- I snarled, glaring down at him.

He kept staring at the grass for a few minutes and began to unearth a few herbs, thoughtful. Suddenly, he sighed, -"Shouldn't have said that."

I was gonna spill another quip, but I bit my tongue, -"Felt bad, huh? Telling yourself that."

His brows creased, but he too held off any comment, -"Funny, I told Levi the same thing..."

I sat bit farther from him and looked at the sky again, -"Tell me about it."- Levi wouldn't have punched him like I did, but he at least would've said 'fuck you'.

He stared at me, confused, and quirked an eyebrow. I then realized that what he just said was nothing more than a fugitive thought.

-"Never mind,"- I sighed and tightened the grip on my knees, -"Listen, Eren, I wanna help you, but you're a pain in the ass, too stuck-up and stubborn,"- Like who, I wonder? -"I know what you're going trough, I've been there, and I know how it feels; to be different and shunned, treated like shit,"- I paused and peeked at him; he was still staring at the grass, but was listening to me attentively, -"... and I know how it feels to be a complete stranger to yourself."

His gaze rose up. Jackpot.

-"You feel like you don't know yourself, and you wonder about who you really are and why you've changed, or when, what happened to yourself. We all change man, and it's fine to be different. It's better."

-"I don't see how it's any better."- His voice was shaky.

I smiled and though about myself, about how different everything seems, about how better my life got when Marco came fucking it up, about how happy I am to have met him, to be with him, about how all that suffering paid off well, -"It's not now, at least, but it'll be,"- I snorted about this next idea, -"Come on, compare me to the old Jean you knew."

He scoffed and gazed up, thoughtful again. His expression softened, -"Can't deny you've changed."

-"I was a grumpy asshole, remember? You used to tell me that and look at me now -well, I'm still an asshole, but not so grumpy, right?"- I jibed and cringed. Am I the only person who talks shit about himself?

He laughed, -"You're still a jerk."

-"You're no better,"- I breathed deeply, as I tried my best to stymie my mind from drifting into old wounds. All this talk was making me angsty, -"You can't be in comfort zone forever dude. You gotta step out of it sometime. You're just fucking yourself up. Trust me, it's not worth it,"- I was shaking my head and now, I looked at him, eye to eye, -"Don't lie to yourself, don't force emotions where they don't fit, it fucking hurts, and the other ones will still be there no matter how much you will them to disappear."

Eren was looking at me bewildered, stunned, but I knew he was at least a bit moved by my words. He hid it with mockery, -"What the fuck, man? Where did you get that from? Your butthole?"

-"Laugh all you want, I'm serious,"- I rolled my eyes and stood up. P.E will start soon, -"It's difficult, I know, but it's worth it. Just... take your time."- Though I doubt Levi's a patient man.

Eren looked down again and gaped his mouth. His eyes were glistening, he wanted to tell me something else, -"I..."

But the bell rang and he sprung up, as if afraid someone will see him with me.

-"Good luck man."- I said and began to turn away.

-"Wait,"- He called and I looked over my shoulder. Standing up, he sighed and scratched his neck, -"Can we, uh... meet here tomorrow too?"

I smirked, -"Sure, just text me."

We parted ways and I met Marco inside court, -"So, how did it go?"

-"Could've gone better,"- We walked towards the men's bathroom and clothed for the exercises, -"I accidentally punched him."

Marco laughed, taking his shirt off and pulling a sweatshirt on, -"Jean, I know you, you don't punch anyone by accident."

I laughed too and turned to face him, trudging close to him, -"Oh, you're so clever, aren't you?"- I mocked and placed my hands on my hips, -"Hey, my arms are kinda numb from punching Eren. Can you take my shirt off?"

Marco quirked an eyebrow, shaking his head, unamused and incredulous. He still blushed, -"You punched him with your fists, not your arms."

-"I still used them and boy, they're tired."

-"I saw you using them when you opened the door just fine."- He replied, giving me a smug look.

-"Oh, come on, Marco! Lemme win this one!"- I pouted and crossed my 'tired' arms.

Marco chuckled and stepped closer to me, grazing his fingertips at the collar of my school shirt. He unbuttoned it one by one; I felt my body heat up when he reached the end and strew my shirt open. I leaned my lips to his plushy ones and kissed him while he ran his hand across my abs. We hooked for a few minutes until we heard Keith's piping voice, shouting the group to move our asses.

Did I forgot to talk to him about Harry? Yup.

P.E was a piece of cake. I gave the extra mile on every aerobic and activity. Even though the school was in chaos, my group and I had fun playing soccer, basketball and whatnot. I had Marco with me on every exercise and even though he wasn't on my level, he did amazingly well, and I helped and instructed him to do better.

-"Y-you're good at this... training thing."- He spoke, out of breath.

-"You think so?"- I sighed and took a swig from the bottle of water. I swallowed and lent my arm on my knee. We sat down for a break, by his beseech, -"I dunno..."- My mind drifted to that time I was training the guys at the free-for-all-but-not-professional gym not far from home. I didn't do horrible then, they just renounced when they learned I was gay.

-"You just need to learn teaching techniques and human anatomy and you're set,"- Marco lent forward and placed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it tightly, -"Jean, you can study for personal trainer!"

Now, I haven't thought of that. Marco knew I was uncertain on what to study once we graduate and he's been helping me decide or at least have an idea. Personal trainer? It is compelling, but I'm not sure of it, I mean, it doesn't shout to me 'yeah, this is definitely it'. I guess I have to find out, right? -"I'm not sure, Marco, but I can give it a try."- I guess it all depends on who I'm training.

-"Of course!"- He assented and was about to add something else when Keith shouted that break time's over.

We kept doing workout afterwards and I was acing whatever Keith barked us to do. I could feel every muscle in me fortify as I ran around court, did push-ups, sit-ups, squats and whatever else is on Keith never ending 'to do' list. Oh, I also felt Marco's stare at every part of me; he was gawking openly at my torso, specifically at my abs, which were pretty perceptible due to my sticky sweatshirt. I was sweating like fuck and Marco couldn't avert his eyes from me -heck, he's not even trying. His gaze heated my body up more than it was already.

After class was dismissed, we smooched in the court's shed and my hands and mouth might've roamed somewhere other than his face or mouth...

When I got home, my phone vibrated in my pocket before I even stepped inside. I dropped my rucksack on the living room and slacked onto the couch. I dug my cellphone out and stared at my screen, completely bewildered for two reasons: I got a text from Eren, I have no idea why I have his number or when I got it, and he was apologizing.

Srry for sayin all that stuff. Didnt mean it. His writing was sloppy, like mines.

Eren was apologizing to me? The guy he hated the most? Good God, this has to be a miracle. it's cool man. I wrote back and pondered on whether or not apologize too. I might've went too far, but you know me, srry for punchin u. not gonna say i didnt meant it cuz i'd be lyin.

After sending that honest text, I stood and headed to the kitchen to prepare something to eat when my phone ringed again. Damn, he's a quick texter. Reminds me of my ex, thks for the honesty man. rlly.

I snorted and typed: ur welcome.

I though he'd end the conversation there, but he sent another one before I could drop out, meet u behind court tmrrow?

If he's asking me, they guy he loathes the most, he's desperate, sure.

Poor sod, I thought, having to ask for help from someone like me.

After Eren ended the conversation with no other texts, Marco wrote me next, which was odd, considering he doesn't text much. I just finished taking a hot bath when I saw it. I peeked down at my cellphone on my nightstand while I dried my hair, Hey, Jean, call me when you arrive.

I smirked and sat on my bed, dropping the towel from my head to my shoulders. I typed Marco's number and placed my phone on my ear. While I waited for his answer, I nipped my nails, -"Jean?"

-"Hey, Freckles, I'm home safe and sound. You?"

-"I'm okay and I'm glad you're too."- He breathed, relieved to hear my voice.

-"Yeah, sorry I didn't call you sooner, I was taking a bath...,"- A witty remark popped into my head and I didn't even hesitate to blurt it, -"You should've come with me and I could've washed you, we could've made funny stuff with foam and laugh all night..."- The more I though about it, the more hanker I felt.

Marco whined, probably feeling the same, -"Stop, you're coveting me..."

-"Maybe this weekend? You can come by and we can go out on a date, or watch the night sky in my car..."- I bickered, listing all the things I wanted to do with him this weekend.

He hummed, content with the ideas, -"They all sound great, Jean."

-"We can snuggle and kiss under the moon, in my courtyard..."- What a dork. While speaking, I was looking at nowhere in particular, my mouth gaped while I ran a mental movie of all those activities with him, and I particularly liked the last one.

Marco chuckled and breathed in content again, -"Let's do that one, on Saturday after work and art classes."

-"Yeah, it's a deal,"- I said, nodding briskly. Then, I slacked onto bed and clambered my legs up, -"Hey, I got some juicy gossip to share. You won't believe who texted me when I arrived..."

We prattled and chattered about trifle things until 1 in the morning. I bet all my coins Marco never stayed up this late and he realized it a little too late. We shared our 'I love you's and hung up. I sighed deeply and looked at my ceiling. I can't wait for Saturday.