I'm not exactly satisfied with this chapter :/ but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I promise I'll work harder on the next one!

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan.

EIGHTY-SIX

I whistled, -"You have a sweet, sweet butt, Marco,"- I said, lecherously licking my lips at the sight before my eyes, -"Hasn't anyone told you that?"- I munched on the sandwich said guy made me as I laid sprawled on the couch with an ice bag on my forehead. It kept falling down, though, since I wouldn't stop looking sideways at Marco's figure.

He was turning the TV on with his sandwich on his other hand, -"Yep,"- He chuckled as he sat beside me and patted his tight, urging me to rest my head there, "I wonder who."

-"Yeah, who could it be?"- I followed the current, laughing to myself silently as I settled my head cozily on his tight, but then I started to wonder if he meant someone else and stopped my mirth, -"Wait, hold on a sec, we're talking about me, right?"- I looked up at him, quirking an eyebrow, expectant for his answer.

But Marco just snickered and shrugged, munching his bread.

I lifted my head, a bit jealous that someone has praised Marco's butt before me, -"Marco…"

-"Remember that guy I told you about?"- He asked, swallowing his chunk of bread, -"My first boyfriend?"

Yeah, it was his awful first experience as a homo with that abuser, -"Yeah?"

-"Well, he was the first one that said a compliment about my butt."- Marco snickered teasingly, even though his memories with that guy were bitter.

-"Bummer,"- That's the second reason why I want to smack that guy's head on a brick wall. The first was the fact that he abused of Marco and mistretaed him. That made my blood boil, made my head teem with aggressive thoughts and emotions, -"Fuck that guy. What's his name again?"

-"I… don't remember."- He replied, his voice a bit shaky and nervous. He was also avoiding my gaze.

I quirked an eyebrow, aware that he was lying. Marco couldn't have entirely forgotten that experience nor the guy. No one ever does, especially if it's a bad one. I mean, at least I haven't forgotten my experience with Trisha and how she cheated on me and treated me like a scrub. She made me feel like shit, unimportant and expendable. She didn't cared about me, she never did, and she didn't cared about my feelings.

Marco sighed, succumbing to my wit, figuring out he couldn't fool me –the person who knows him best, at that, -"Henrik, Jean. That's his name. Why do you ask?"

My brows knitted, -"Just curious."- Christ, if I ever meet him…

-"Jean, let's not talk about it anymore if it makes you…,"- He paused and quick gazed at me, -"… like that."

-"Like…?"

-"All moody."

-"I'm…,"- I got a hunch that if I don't control myself, this conversation will lead into an argument and then Marco and I will be butt-hurt again, -"… fine, really."

-"You need to let those strings of the past go, Jean,"- Oh, that again, -"I did and you should too."

I sighed. He's right. Stuff of the past adhere to me a lot and for me it proved difficult to let go and forget, -"Yeah, you're right."

-"We should focus on today and tomorrow,"- He changed subject, stroking my scalp smoothly, -"Are we going to school tomorrow?"

-"Yeah,"- I replied, dropping the ice bag on the floor, and sat up, -"I got a call from Reiner. He said we're close to getting the attention of the higher authorities and gaining our rights but that it's getting harder to fight back."- And we haven't been gone much. Just four days. Yeah, we haven't gotten our four weeks of rest and treatment. Such is life –or ours. At least Marco can walk normally again –he can't run, though- and my back hasn't gotten on bitchy mode anymore.

-"We can't give up yet. We're so close."- My boyfriend murmured and it was mostly an outspoken thought.

I just nodded and took a deep breath as I flitted my head back on Marco's tight by his urging pats. He picked up the ice back from the floor and laid it on my forehead.

So it was decided that we were really going to school tomorrow and because of that, we made the most out of that day. Aside from taking our prescribed medicines, we mostly rested and slept all day together –and yeah, heavy and sexy moments included. During evening, we prepared for tomorrow, possibly the last strike of that whole schism. I just feel it. It'll all end tomorrow but I had no idea how and it terrified me. I conveyed that to Marco and he felt it too.

-"Hey, Marco."- I spoke out of blue in the middle of night. None of us could sleep.

-"Hmm?"

-"I love you, you know?"- It was sudden and awkward but I just blurted it out without thinking about it. My lips flapped on their own.

-"Jean…"- Marco murmured, scurrying close to my body beneath our sheets.

-"I… I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow and I want you to know that I love you, so damn much…"- This is definitely weird coming from me in the middle of the night. I was talking as if tomorrow will be the end of the world. I've never spoken to him like that.

-"It'll be alright, I promise."- Marco was scared. He was gripping and tugging the sheets firmly.

-"If we manage to win, do you think it'll all be worth it?"- I spoke, gazing up at my ceiling. We've sacrificed a lot for this. It better be. It better make a difference. Marco and I have suffered because of this.

-"Yes, I-I do…"

I just chucked, a bit bitterly. Why am I wondering this stuff now of all times? I really don't know. It just popped in my head. I think fear that our sacrifice changes nothing ushered the questions and doubts in me. I know that discrimination is everywhere and that I'll keep seeing it for the rest of my life, no matter where I go, but I hope that it changes something in that school for the future peers enrolling there. It's ironic. I kept saying I will only do this for Marco but now I…, I dunno. I've had time to think and meditate on this whole shit (yes, I meditated. What a miracle) and I realized something. I realized that I'm not going to be the only one that has suffered this trauma Marco and I have suffered. I realized that in the future, there's going to be a guy like me madly in love with a cute as fuck boy that's gonna go through some real shit trials and I know that he'll do it to protect his significant other. I realized that I'm currently not the only one suffering because of discrimination and abuse. I feel like I could help them. I want to help those Jeans and Marcos out there. I want my story to make a difference. I want it to be heard for the sake of them.

-"Um, Jean?"- Marco was speaking to me, still tugging the sheets.

-"Huh?"- I snapped my eyes open and finally gazed at him, -"Sorry, I was… thoughtful."

He slid his arms across my torso and embraced me. We were both shirtless and warm as we snuggled together, -"Jean, you know that…"

-"I know, I shouldn't overthink but it's fine, really,"- I told him every thought I had and he was glad and moved. I knew he'd like it. His once jerky and selfish boyfriend isn't thinking of himself anymore. I also told him that I was thinking on making our story public and I was surprised when he told me he had also thought about it. He never worded it out because he thought I wouldn't approve. Maybe my old self wouldn't but I've thought about it and how it could help other peers, -"It's uh, just a thought."

Marco smiled brightly as he gazed at me with pride and admiration, -"I think it's a wonderful idea, Jean, and I'm glad you told me about it."

-"Yeah,"- I sighed and settled cozily on my bed, looking for a comfortable spot close to Marco, -"We should try to sleep."

Marco just nodded drowsily and yawned. I knew that after this conversation, we were going to sleep peacefully for at least 3 hours or so. It definitely lulled my troubled mind and I knew I quelled Marco's anxiety too. Whatever happens tomorrow, I'll be with him. I'll keep protecting him and I know he'll have my back too. We'll be together until the end.

I wasn't expecting the massive activity taking place outside the school today. There were people everywhere. I swear there's even people who aren't even students coming here to support us and that's good. This whole skirmish is spreading and more people are aware of it and if they're considerate, they'll come and aid us too.

I was gripping Marco's hand firmly as we squeezed through the mob of people. I really didn't have a concrete plan on mind other than keep shouting and when I reached the spot where my friends were, I knew they threw the fucks they gave away. We spent the morning rioting outside, shouting with placards on hands until it got heated and the enmity started attacking us, really frustrated with us and our persistence. I fought a number of them already, defending myself and my peers as best as I could. I got a few hits but I managed to stay on my feet, especially now that Marco fought beside me and covered my back.

It was around evening that bright white vans started to park not far from us. It took me a while but I managed to spot Trost's Daily News logo on them. In the blink of an eye, a woman and two bulky men started to dismount cameras, microphones and other similar tools. In fact, that's the same woman I saw the other day on TV, talking about this very same school.

Distracted, I got a punch right on my jaw and Marco quickly rushed in and held the guy back with his arm around his torso. After composing myself, I rose up and punched the guy's face several times before he fell unconscious, -"Jean, are you okay?"- Marco quickly asked, stocking my jaw gently.

-"Yeah, I'm okay."- I replied, moaning lowly at Marco's soft touch.

After that, we continued rioting while the journalists recorded us and the presence of more people was noted. Later on, the police (also known as the Garrison) arrived and tried to contain both sides. They were really struggling. Both sides were too riled up to submit to the police, who kept shouting 'calm down, calm down!'. It wasn't until they started pulling out their batons and hitting us that we sort of stepped back a bit. For the majority though, it riled them even more and they just hit back. The police weren't in the mood to stand us so they hit back harder but so did we. I got several hits with batons and I stole one once and hit the police back with it. The situation got a whole lot worse when one of them smacked my boyfriend with a baton in the head when Marco was helping one of our friends stand up. I lashed at that policeman and I lost count of the times I smacked his head with that very same baton, -"Marco!"- I yelled, watching him struggling to stand up. I tried to reach him but the mob of people fighting made it difficult for me, -"Fuck, get out of the way!"- I pushed people aside until Marco was on my sight, -"Marco, hold on!"

-"Jean…? I feel… dizzy…"- He mumbled as I helped him stand.

-"Just hold on to me. I'll get you out of here."- I replied, dragging him somewhere farther from here.

-"No… wait…,"- He suddenly halted his steps and started stroking his temples, -"Just… give me time…"

I held him steady while he composed himself, -"Better?"- I asked after a few minutes, noticing his eyes looking sharply and awake.

He nodded, -"Yeah, let's go."

We returned to the core of the riot with the rest of our friends and kept shouting. We were all tired but nothing stopped us from fighting until the end of the day, -"Hey, look at that."- Reiner spoke beside me, gazing and pointing up at the sky by the sound of a helicopter approaching.

With a hand on my forehead covering the sun's ray, I spotted two helicopters descending down on us, -"By order of the Government, stand back!"- A loud male voice spoke from the speaker and every person on ground stepped back, making a wide space for the helicopter to land.

I had Marco's hand firmly on my grip as we retraced our steps, eyes carved on the closing helicopter and the soldiers on it, -"That's the Military Police,"- Marco whispered but I couldn't avert my eyes from them. My eyes widened at their guns and rifles, at their uniform and their built. At the front, just below their shoulder, was a patch of their insignia: a green horse encrusted onto a silver pentagon. Their uniform had the green camouflage pattern, surrounded with pouches and gun holsters. They stood still in the descending helicopter, protecting someone important inside. When it landed, they sidled and allowed passage to the person inside. An old, lanky man with long, white straight hair and with a small beard plodded forward, covering his aged eyes from the sun, -"And that's Fritz. He's from the Royal Government."

Marco surprised me yet again of his broad knowledge. I don't know shit that's politics related. I don't even know who's King, to be honest, -"So, what is he?"

-"He's the King's substitute when he isn't available."- Marco replied, observing the old man.

-"So the King couldn't make space on his agenda for us, huh? He must really care."- I think he didn't want to get his hands dirty with this issue.

-"We're actually lucky, Jean. At least he sent someone."- Spoke Reiner.

-"Yeah, we could have stayed here rioting all day if he really didn't cared."- Added Axel.

I just shrugged, feeling a bit of pity for the man. I bet he feels expendable. He had wrinkles all over his face and he looked senile, weak and bored, like he didn't want to do this in the first place, -"Um… graceful students, if you could please quieten down…,"- His voice portrayed just how jaded and old he is, -"… thereby we could resolve this peacefully without resorting to aggressive methods…"- His choice of words reminded me of Diego, who was not far from us. Do all Sina people speak so fancy like that? Incidentally, the only thing that stands out of him was his clothing. Very elegant, if I do say so myself.

-"Fuck that! Just ban these gays already!"- Some jock yelled, raising his fist.

-"Please, calm down…"

But the guy kept yelling obscenities about us and his pals joined in. We didn't keep quiet. We yelled back with the same obscenities. Old man Fritz lost control over the situation in the blink of an eye. None of us noticed the stern looking guy that came from the other helicopter and started shooting students with his taser gun. Screams teemed the air and everyone leap back. The man laughed and looked at Fritz, twirling the taser on his finger, -"See? It always works."

Fritz just sighed and allowed this new guy to handle us.

I quickly positioned myself before Marco as he gasped and pointed at the guy, -"That's Nile Dok! He's ruthless and cruel!"

-"I can see that…"- I murmured, glaring the bastard down as he teased us.

-"Shocked, are we?"- He laughed at his horrible pun, -"Alright, kids, settle down and nobody else has to get stunned,"- He pointed at the crying and cursing jock on the pavement. When the crowd stayed quiet, he grinned, -"That's much better, right?"

I hate that grin. I hate his face. I hate his goatee and mustache. He looked down on us with that wicked and full of disdain expression that shunned us. I gritted my teeth as he spoke.

-"Now, it's apparent this whole issue has gotten way out of hand and you're all to blame,"- Gasped filled the air from my group, -"Yeah, you're all at fault. Deal with it."

Marco was enraged by his words. This guy's indifference's on a whole other level. When people started to protest though, he shot several more students.

-"What did I say before? Would someone be so kind as to remind us all?"- He asked, looking through the mass of crowd for a volunteer.

No one said a thing, not even the most daring of the jocks. I had an impulse to say something but if I do, I'll just get shot like the others.

-"I got all your tongues, eh?"- He laughed and started pacing around from where he stood, -"Back to the prime issue. All this "riot" or "rebellion" is pointless. This changes nothing, kids, and you know it. Accept it. We could all have avoided this if you just dealt with it. It's life, grow up."

Everyone was speechless. No one dared say a word.

-"Think about it, if you weren't whiny about how you were treated, this wouldn't have happen and right about now you could've been preparing for graduation but no, you've decided to waste time with this bullshit,"- He kept speaking, still pacing around with his gun on hand, -"Things should stay as they are, in order and peaceful but rebels like you always muss everything up! You know, sometimes you just gotta stay down and it's best like that."

This guy…

At first, I thought he was joking but I know better. He knew what was happening in the school. The rate of bullying was overwhelming. In addition to that, people were also being bullied because of sexual preferences. So, it was that mixed with discrimination. Point is, he knew all this and yet he speaks like… like there's nothing to do about it, like we should just deal with it. How? Just… how? I can't just allow someone to beat me up! I want to defend myself and I have the right to! I don't have to take this shit! I don't have to take his shit!

-"But, it's not my place to choose what to do about this. I'm just doing my job and that's keeping order,"- He added, crossing his arm and side glancing at Fritz. The old man had that lost look on his face, like he didn't really know what to do and just expected Nile to decide for him, -"Still, isn't one of you rebels brave enough to speak up? Aren't you battling for your rights? Come on, say something!"- And yet, that very man was expecting someone to argue against him, just for fun, but no one dared to speak. No one wanted to get shot by him. He caused fear among us and I hated it. This isn't fair.

Suddenly, everyone from my group started to gaze at me –including Marco. They wanted me to stand up and say something to him. I clenched my hands and started to step forward just after Marco gave me a tight squeeze. Oh, I want to say somethings to him alright but I can't deny the tad of fear in me too. I was afraid of saying something stupid and embarrassing my colleagues. I was afraid of getting shot with the taser.

As I stepped forward, the crowd around me sidled, letting me pass and making space so I could be exposed the man's eyes, -"Well, who do we have here?"- He started clapping his hands, -"If it isn't Jean Kirshtein, the so called vigilante and patron of these students, the icon of this stupid rebellion."

I've gotten used to that so I just shrugged it off as I stepped right in front of him.

-"You've gotten famous, you know. People speak about you even among the Military Police,"- He admitted, shaking his head, -"Everyone there saw your vids, including myself, and I gotta admit you're not bad for someone who doesn't know what he's doing –heck, not even why."

I gaped my mouth to retort but he interrupted me.

-"Admit it, kid, you don't really care about any of them or this, in general. I bet you don't even want to be here, I bet you prefer to be in your home and hiding like the real coward you are."

-"You don't know me,"- I spat, gritting my teeth. He was right, though. I rather be home than here but that doesn't mean I don't care about my friends and their wishes. At first, I didn't care about them or this fight but now it's different. I'm not only doing it for Marco, I'm doing it for all of us and those who'll precede us. Yeah, it won't change anything but at least it'll spur others to defend themselves, -"And yeah, maybe it won't change anything in the future but people like us will be motivated to defend themselves and accept who they are; they won't be ashamed of telling their sexuality to the world. No one has to hide it just because others tell them so and we don't have to live in a world where people like you command women to have long hair and men to have short hair, girls to wear pink and men to wear blue or… to guys like girls and to girls like boys. Fuck that and fuck you too."- I flipped both my middle fingers at him.

Nile growled and swiftly, he shot his taser at me. The moment the thin cord made contact on my chest, I shrieked and tumbled onto the floor, unable to move at all. It's like I lost connection with all my joints. A pitch beep hindered my audition but I knew I was groaning in pain.

I saw Niel grin above me and I managed to heard what he said after a few seconds, -"You shouldn't say that kind of stuff to the commander of the Military Police, pleb,"- He pointed the taser at me again. A sharp feel of fear ebbed within me but I stayed put, not about to back down on what I just said. Within the mob, I heard Marco gasp and call my name. In a second, he was kneeling right beside me, holding my hand firmly. I looked at him and smiled before glaring back at Nile. Then, all my friends joined me and helped me stand up after a few minutes of blankness on the floor. Nile shrugged, dropped his gun and turned his attention to Fritz, -"Your choice, old man. My job's done."

Fritz coughed to gain our attention, -"Excuse me, please…"- But my colleagues were too riled up to pay attention to anyone except me. They were all cheering on me, thanking me for standing up for them.

I then spoke up, noticing Fritz struggling to get our attention-"Okay, let's settle down. The old man has something important to say."

When the buzzing chatter dissipated, Fritz combed his white hair to place and gaped his mouth to speak, -"I have decided to make some modifications to this school to diminish the rate of bullying and discrimination for uh… homosexuals, bisexuals and transsexuals like these students,"- Some of us started to cheer but someone asked him what kind of changes, -"For starters, your principal. I will nominate your science teacher, Levi Rivaille, as your new principal."

As Levi himself walked towards Fritz, the crowd cheered, -"Thank you, lord Fritz. I'll definitely set things right in this school. You can count on it."- The look Levi had was the look of someone who was genuinely speaking seriously.

My once science teacher began to speak about the things he'd change from the school, like the staff members: the corrupted security guards, office members, some teachers and medical personnel –like Kat, for example. Oh man, how I wished to see that bitch unemployed. He iced on the cake when he said she'd be working as a janitor, though, and that's just as good. He also said he'd expel some students, essentially the ones reported as bullies. People literally jumped in joy at that. Among other things, Levi announced that the school will have freedom of speech, without offending and disrespecting others. After announcing more of those rules, he admitted that he was gonna be one hell of a strict principal but he assured that this issue will not happen again on his watch.

Surprisingly, he allowed us to celebrate and people started to jump in joy while the jocks dispersed in defeat. My peers hugged others and cried on their shoulders. I had Marco's hand tangled in mines but I impulsively let go and rose my arms victoriously. I couldn't help it. I couldn't believe any of this. It seemed like a dream but it's finally over. All our suffering and tears finally payed off.

It's finally over, huh Marco?

-"Hey, Jean, you did it!"- Cheered Reiner, punching my shoulder.

-"Nah, we all did it."- I replied, retaliating.

-"That was impressive, Jean. You really blew our minds,"- Spoke Axel, -"Though I think you should've punched him. He deserves it."

-"Believe me, I wanted to."

-"Oh my God, Jean! I want to kiss you so bad right now!"- That was the angel of our group, Krista, who lunged at me with arms open, -"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Hey, hey, easy there. Your girlfriend's giving me the look."- I jibed, laughing at Ymir's glare.

Said girl puffed as she walked towards me, hauling Krista away, -"Yeah, yeah, you saved the day, Jeanbo. Hooray."- She spoke sarcastically after smiling sincerely and lip talking thank you.

-"Jean."- A faint but firm voice resonated from somewhere behind me. Mikasa, I think?

-"Huh?"- And when I looked to my side, you won't believe what she did. She lashed towards me and kissed me, kissed me… well, my cheek. She kissed my cheek and even so she managed to bring heat to them, almost at Marco's level.

I looked away, abashed, and just hoped Marco didn't see her nor my face.

-"Hey, Horsie!"- All the giddy emotions and flush vanished at that voice, -"You finally got that kiss you always wanted from Mikasa!"

-"Fuck you, Eren."- I spat, watching him sauntering towards me with Armin beside him.

Eren gave Armin a quick and furtive elbow to his arm. The blonde nodded and stepped away, talking to Mikasa. I noticed all of this and smirked, watching Eren walking to me kind of nervously, -"So, uh… those things I said the other day, I uh… didn't meant them."

-"Oh, really?"- I quirked an eyebrow, dubious of his words. Back then he seemed like he really meant them.

He sighed and scratched his neck, -"Well, I mean them, a bit… but it doesn't matter. I just wanted to uh, thank you… for coming here and saying those things in front of that guy."

-"I looked cool, right?"

His expression went flat, -"You know what? Fuck this. Here I am trying to be nice to you and you screwed it up with that."

I laughed and stopped his tracks by his shoulder, -"I was kidding, Eren. Jesus fuck."

Eren laughed too and then smiled, sincerely like Ymir, -"Yeah, you were cool."

I was about to blurt a quip but he stepped away before I could.

Then someone suddenly tussled my hair and a pair of arms wrapped around my shoulder. I sniffed the air and smelled a faint, expensive perfume. I smelled Diego, -"Hello, Jean. I hope you don't mind me calling you my hero."- He spoke with his usual, unmistakable Spanish accent.

-"Are you hitting on me, De Castro?"- I teased, glad to see him up and going.

Diego snickered and patted my shoulder, -"I better be cautious, right? I can't let Marco see me…"

I turned around abruptly at the mention of him but he wasn't there, -"Marco?"- I called but it was impossible for him or anyone to hear me, -"Marco, where'd you go?"- I stood on my toes and looked around, trying to spot him but when I didn't even see his hair, my heart began to beat rapidly. Calm down, man. Maybe's he's just celebrating around with others.

Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket but when I reached for it, Levi called out to me, -"Jean Kirshtein, if you could please allow me a moment."

-"Coming!"- I said, clicking on the new message notification on my phone as I sauntered towards him. A message from Marco: meet me at old shack outside schol. I frowned. This is odd. I knew where that old shack is. It's the one where our little expedition to ambush the jocks led us, which was a trap. Why would Marco want to see me there and how does he know of the place? I don't remember ever telling him about it. Plus, Marco's grammar on the message was poor. It's not like him to write like that -except when he's distress or really scared, like that time when he was being followed by three jocks. Fuck. That just made a profound fear broom in the pits of my stomach.

-"Ladies and gentlemen, here's our dear champion, the icon of our victory… Jean Kirshtein,"- Levi hovered the microphone he probably got from his asshole and placed his hand on my shoulder, -"Would you be so kind as to say some words about what happened here?"

I looked at the distance, wondering and worried about Marco but then I looked down at my peers looking back at me expectantly and proudly. I sighed and shoved the microphone away, -"Look guys, I'm nobody's champion. You're your own champion. You came here and risked yourself for the good of you and others. You stood here almost every day and defended your rights. We all won but we all made it possible, not just me."- I hoped that moved or at least satisfied them because I couldn't stop worrying about Marco and I was desperate to go out and find him.

They all smiled broadly and clapped, cheering on me –even Levi. Hard to believe, I know. When he dismissed me, I rushed towards Axel, -"Hey, remember that old shack outside of school?"- I asked him.

He was bewildered at the sudden question. He also noticed my anxiousness, -"Yeah, why do you ask?"- He inquired, looking at me with worry, -"You okay?"

-"I'll be heading there but if I don't return in 10 minutes, look for me and bring someone with you,"- I said, gripping his shoulders and looking straight at his eye with seriousness, -"Please?"

Axel was speechless for a few seconds but then he nodded, -"Yeah."

-"Thanks."

I trotted through the mass of people begging for my attention. I apologized for bumping onto a few of them as I emerged from the mob. I decided to check the shack but I had a bad feeling about it. Just find Marco and get out, but what is he doing there anyways? What does he want to do once I get there? I was trying not to think that his reasons were to have sex in there because that place is horrible, definitely not adequate for a romantic reunion. Marco wouldn't like it. I checked my phone several to see if he sent another message but the notification panel was empty.

I tried to focus on the road ahead, skimming through the tall grass and shrubs, fastening my pace when the shack was on my sight. From here, I didn't see anyone but the door was mildly open, meaning someone was definitely inside. Plus, there were faint footsteps on the muddy ground below me and it looked two persons walked through here. Could Marco be accompanied? I frowned and just decided to investigate. I stepped in the shack, expecting someone aside tfrom my boyfriend but… I was not expecting the person who was in, grappling Marco from behind him with a firm arm around his neck.

-"Holy shit, Jean, is that really you?"

My whole body froze in place as I stared at the last person I wanted to see here: Frank.