Which Guy is for Me?

Marco

You look at your phone and decide to see what he said.

(HF is Horse Face. Just a BTW)

HF: Jesus fuck did you hear all that yelling just a bit ago.
(Y/N): Lol yeah, that was Sasha...told her about Mikasa and Eren.
HF: Good lord. I can't sleep now. Where are you.
(Y/N): I'm with sasha at the dining hall.
HF: Kk. On my way.
(Y/N): Wait what. I didn't say you could come
*Read*
You roll your eyes.
"Damn I know I took a long time for food but it doesn't mean you have to give me attitude"
Sasha sits down. "No i'm not rolling my eyes at you"
"Then who are you rolling them at weirdo"
You show her your phone.
"Am I supposed to know who horse face is?"
You laugh. "Oh right...It's Jean."
She chokes on her food. "W-What did you say??!...Jean, as in Kirstein Jean?? And you called him...Horse Face?? What the hell are you thinking?"
"What do you mean?" You laugh a little.
"Babe. Everyone is afraid of him. Jean is literally known around here and someone you DONT want to mess with. Let alone call him a name like Horse Face—No matter how much he might look like a horse".
"Oops". You point behind you, giggling.
Sasha turns around, looking up. "O-Oh, hahaha hey Jean."
"So I look like a horse do I?" Jean menacingly says.
"No, of course not I was totally joking".
He gives Sasha the scariest glare i've ever seen. You see her shifting in her chair, starting to sweat.
"God give me a break sasha, I was joking"
Sasha freezes. Totally breaking out into a nervous laughter.
"No but seriously don't ever call me horse face again—I only let one person slide by calling me that and look what happened. The word got out." He stares at you and then rolls his eyes. He sits down next to Sasha, just leaning back into the chair.
"So, (Y/N), you feeling any better?"
Sasha senses the tension between you two. "You know what i'll be in the dorm (Y/N)". She makes off with the food in her hands.
"Wait sasha you dont ha-"
She waves me off, mouthing "I see you—okay okay." and runs off.
God what a pain.
"(Y/N)?"
"Huh? Sorry whatd you say?"
"I said, how are you feeling today"
"Oh. Better I guess. You and Sasha both kind of kept my mind off the entire thing. And not seeing him helped"
Jean seems to actually be listening.
"I just think it's gonna go downhill when I see him next week when classes start. He's in like all of my classes." You sigh, showing him your schedule.
"Oh. Well don't worry about it (Y/N), i'll be there with you. Look. I have even more classes with you than he does."
You look up. Huh. Guess that is kind of comforting.
"So tell me Jean-Boy. What's up with you. Why talk to me now? I mean, like sasha said—aren't you really known as the guy people don't wanna mess with. You never talk with anyone anymore too.
"Well first off. Stop calling me Jean-Boy. I'd rather be horse face"
"Deal". You say, as he rolls his eyes
"Whatever. I don't know, I guess I kind of missed having people to hang around. And you happened to be standing there when I was on my way home. Guess memories came back and I wanted to connect again, I missed those times. All three of us were so happy"

You smile. We really were happy the three of us. There was nothing we didn't do together. At the time, you had a thing for Marco and Jean was always trying to set you up. But being the dense guy he was, he never got the hint. Jean was set on it though. He sweared Marco liked me back—I thought so too but the way he rejected me each time gave me a different idea. Jean planned it all out.
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Middle School Dance—7 Years Ago
"(Y/N), tonight is the night I can FEEL it."
You laugh. "Please. Jean you say this everyday. It's never the night. Plus, I dont really think I even like Marco anymore. There's this other guy eren who keeps talking to-"
"Shhhhhh. Dont give up hope yet. He'll meet you tonight in front of the school at 5. Alright? Just let him explain and it'll all work out"
"Fine. This is the last time alright? If it doesn't work, i'm done."
Who were you kidding. You were head over heels for Marco. Probably even in love, he was everything to you. You couldn't get over him that fast.
"Fine fine, but i'm telling you. This is gonna work (Y/N). 5 O clock don't forget it" He hangs up the phone.
You didn't forget it. But you thought maybe Marco did. You got there at 4:30 just in case, wearing what you were going to wear at the dance. Then 5 hit. Then 6. Then 7. You call him.
"This is Marco leave a message at the beep"
"Marco?? I'm here. Ive been here for over 3 hours. Where are you?? Call me back."
It was 8. You were scared and decided to call Jean, but he was one step ahead of you.
*Incoming call from Jean-Boy*
"(Y/N) where are you???? You need to come to (hospital name) RIGHT NOW"
"What?? What's going on??"
"It's marco. (Y/N) they say they don't think he's gonna make it through the night" You hear Jean crying.
"I'm on my way."
What the hell happened?? He was just fine. You call your mom and she brings you to the hospital, running in you find out what room he's in and see him lying on the hospital bed. The noises of the heart monitors are overwhelming, and you see your first love's lifeless body. He was alive, but barely. You sat next to Jean, both of you heartbroken and crying. He looks up at you, eyes swollen.
"H-he was in a car crash they say. Drunk driver swerved into his dads car. Bastard didn't even think to look back, just took off"
Your heart sank. This can't be happening. You and Jean spend hours waiting by Marco's side, waiting for something to happen. Jean's asleep, but there's just no way you could relax. When all of a sudden you hear a groaning sound. Marco moves his fingertips.
       "Marco!! Oh my god!"
He weakly looks over to you, you come closer to him, holding his hand. He squeezes it lightly, trying to say something.
        "Shh don't speak. You just need to rest"
        "(Y-Y/N) I-"
You feel yourself crying.
        "Please marco. You don't have to speak. We need you to feel better"
         "I-m not gonna make it" he coughs. "I can feel it, my body can't handle the pain anymore. It's too much"
You're bawling.
         "Don't say that, you can't say that. You don't know that's true."
He smiles. God, his smile is still so beautiful in this condition. I can barley see his freckles, his face is all scratched up and bandaged.
        "I'm sorry I left you hanging" he laughs, clearly in pain.
       "Are you serious. That's the last thing i'm thinking about right now"
       "Jean tried so hard. I- I-"
You heard his heart monitor speeding up.
      "Marco your-"
      "Shhh. Let me say this one thing. Please. Before it's too late"
You're crying, but you nod. Holding his hand in yours, laying on his chest.
        "I love you (Y/N). I always have. I was just always too nervous to say anything. I didn't know" he coughs up blood. "I didn't know if you loved me back"
        "Marco, you're so dense sometimes. I loved you the minute we became friends."
Marco looks back up at the ceiling, smiling.
         "Good. Now I dont have any regrets. I'll love you forever"
His grip loosens. His heart monitor makes a scary sound: *beeeeeeeeeep*
You shake his hand. No response. You shake it again. Nothing.
         "MARCO, JEAN WAKE UP. MARCO MARCO WAKE UP"
Jean gets up. He sees marco, he's crying.
         "JEAN GO GET A DOCTOR, GO!"
The ash colored hair boy did as you said.

Marco was pronounced dead minutes later.
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Cont. 
IM SORRY I KNOW THIS WASNT REALLY ABOUT JEAN. NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE. I JUST WANTED YOU TO HAVE BACKGROUND INFO.