Senior Year [ SNK / EREJEAN ]

Chapter 10

The rest of the brunet's first and last prom was spent with Eren just goofing around with Jean, and chatting with some of his friends. By the end of the night, Eren was well worn-out. He couldn't even imagine how his sister, Mikasa, felt in her goddamn stilettos. When everyone began to file out the front door, hand-in-hand with their significant other, Eren followed suite - only to be pulled back by a certain someone, also known as Jean Kirschtein.

"Where are you going?" 

Eren snapped his head around, staring into the wide-eyes of the sandy-haired boy. "Home..?" He said, his reply coming out more like a doubtful question rather than a definite statement. 

Jean sighed, shaking his head. "Eren, did you forget about the after-party?" 

Shit. And Eren, indeed, had forgotten about the after-party. He'd thought he'd be able to go home and take off his cologne-heavy tux, then collapse into his warm, inviting bed. He also thought about saying 'no' and leaving anyway, but he didn't particularly feel like being a jackass that evening - especially not to his boyfriend. "Oh. Right." He took a few steps back from the exit, sighing a bit. 

"We have to stay and wait for Connie and the others." Jean added, glancing at the nearly empty room for any sign of Connie or Sasha. Unfortunately, he did not see either of the two. 

"Why can't we just go first-" 

"EREN! JEAN! You have to try this cookie," 

And it was at that moment did Eren get all of the air knocked out of his system. He fell back - thankfully there was a wall behind him, and glanced at whomever had tackled him. The perpetrator was Sasha, standing there with a triumphant smile and half of a frosted sugar cookie in her hand. On the corner of her lips was a smear of brown - hopefully it was chocolate - along with a bunch of sprinkles scattered in a random pattern. Eren resisted the urge to say 'nice lipstick.' 

"What the hell, Sasha?" The brunet groaned, hauling himself up and glancing over at Jean. He appeared to be sharing a laugh with Connie, and not giving a damn about Eren's current condition. Eren glanced down at his suit, frowning at the dust that had gotten on it. 

"You gotta try it, Eren. It gave my mouth orgasms. Come closer," Sasha coaxed, holding out the cookie to Eren as if he were some kind of zoo animal and she was the zookeeper. 

Eren rolled his eyes, wondering how Sasha had managed to tackle him in those heels of hers, and not to mention that tight dress. "No thanks." He side-stepped her and headed for Jean and Connie instead. "So are we going to leave now?" 

"Yeah, and we were kinda waiting for you guys, actually." Connie replied, getting his car keys out of his tuxedo pocket  and swinging them around his index finger. "Let's go!" 

Eren was about to say something back, but Connie was already out the door. The brunet picked his pace up in order to catch up with Jean, linking arms with the taller boy. "I could've died." He said in a rather low voice for dramatic effect. 

Jean snickered, leaning in to his boyfriend as they exited the school and entered the cold, evening outside. "What happened now?" 

The brunet turned around, noting that Sasha was a few feet behind them and intesely focusing on her sugar cookie. "Your friend's psychotic girlfriend nearly ran me over,"  Eren said, teeth chattering from how chilly it was. He regretted not bringing a thicker jacket with him, but he also wondered how Sasha wasn't shivering in nothing but a dress and heels on. Must be those cookies.

"Oh, shut up. It wasn't even that bad. I saw it." It was Jean's turn to roll his eyes as he followed after Connie, entering the boundaries of the student parking lot. As they neared Connie's car, Eren was able to hear the sound of loud voices and pop music blasting from the speakers.