Changes || Jean Kirstein X Reader

Chapter 9

The second term came and went away so fast that we almost didn't even noticed that spring break was close.

Lately, me and Bertholdt had been talking and hanging out together. Well, me and Jean too but it was only because of that stupid deal I made with him. I was still waiting for my Nobara plushie.

"Hey, Reiner is throwing a party tomorrow." Bertholdt spoke. We were both in the library reading. We liked hanging out there because the atmosphere is so quiet and peaceful and it's the only time I have silence before I meet Jean. "He wants to celebrate the end of the term. Are you coming?"

"Oh, sure. Why not." I said.

"I gotta tell you, though. His parties are a bit...extreme." he warned me.

"It's Reiner. I know what to expect."

"I also said that in his first party..." He murmured and I shrugged it off. The party isn't going to be that extreme right?

No.

The party was huge. There were people from our school and random people I've never met drinking and playing games, so many people were screaming and yelling and throwing things.

Jean patted my shoulder. "Good luck." I was still shocked but I decided to walk inside.

Oh, the things I described in the other paragraph was just happening outside of the house. I wasn't even inside the house.

Of course, inside was way worse. Drinking games, people making out, super loud music and drunk people breaking things.

"Where are Reiner's parents?" I murmured. I went to the kitchen where it was a bit more quiet and sat on a chair. I saw the dude and the girl from the burger restaurant walk in and for some reason they recognized me.

"Oh, you're that one girl, Reiner's friend." The guy said. What was his name again? Pork?

"Yes, I'm (Y/n)." He shook my hand, excited.

"Porco." He then turn to the girl. "And this is my girlfriend, Pieck." She waved at me with a smile.

He took a bottle of whiskey hidden in the balcony and took three glasses.

"So, you look bored, (y/n)." He put on of the glasses in front of me. "How about you have a drinking competition with me?"

"No, thanks." I said, looking at my glass.

"What? Don't tell me you're a pussy." Porco scoffed. "And here I thought that you were tough."

"...Fine." I glared at him and he smirked.

He poured the whiskey on my glass and then on his. He offered to give some to Pieck, she accepting it.

I lasted five glasses. After the sixth, I was already feeling really dizzy but I never stopped. After the eight shot, Jean walked in and noticed us playing.

"Woah, woah, what do you think you're doing?" He ran to me, stopping me from taking another shot.

"Playing a game idiot." I drunkenly said.

"Yeah, dude let her play. You're no fun." Porco whined, also being really drunk.

Jean suddenly left, looking for someone to help him take care of us. The next to walk in was Bertholdt, who chuckled and took me out of there without saying a word.

"Nooo, Bertholdt let me play." I cried.

He took me to the bathroom and washed my face. Then, a strong noise came from the door and Jean was standing outside of the bathroom with a bottle of water. However, he looked a bit angry.

"Let me take care of her, you go and have fun." Jean said. Bertholdt glanced at me and left. I blacked out right after that.

I woke up next morning with a really painful headache. I groaned and rubbed my temples, trying to make the pain go away.

"Looks who's finally awake." I heard that voice coming through the door and when I looked up, Jean was standing there with his arms crossed, giving me a disapproval look.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Your mom is waiting for you downstairs. Breakfast is ready." He left, closing the door.

I prepared myself to hear from my mom about how I should be careful with alcohol and all of that. I took a deep breath and went downstairs.

My mom and Jean stopped talking as soon as they saw me. Jean avoided looking at me and my mom gave me a pity smile.

"Good morning, sweetie." She spoke, softly.

I hummed. I sat next to Jean as my mom gave me my breakfast. She wasn't angry at me, I could tell, but she did seem a bit disappointed.

"I'm sorry, mom." I murmured. She chuckled softly and caressed my shoulder.

"Just be careful next time." She said, smiling. "Although, I'm thankful that Jean was there to help."

Jean gave me a smirk and winked at me. I glared at him for a second and finished eating my breakfast.

Since Jean wasn't leaving, I figured that he wanted to talk about Mikasa. Again. Ugh.

I finished eating and went upstairs, Jean following me. I went to my bathroom to brush my teeth while he waited silently on my bed.

I washed my face and fixed my hair. Then, I went to grab some clothes to change and went back into the bathroom, locking the door.

Once I was done, I walked outside of the bathroom and looked at Jean, who was staring at me.

"What do you need my help for?" I asked.

"How do I ask Mikasa to the dance?" He said.

"That's for you to figure it out." I lied down on my bed and sighed. The headache was still there and it was annoying me.

"Hey, but you promised you'd help me." He whined.

"But that doesn't mean I have to make everything for you." I groaned. "Just use your feelings for her or something."

"How do I do that?" I sighed loudly.

"Figure. It. Out." He didn't talk for a while, probably thinking about my advice. Then, I asked something I've been wanting to ask for a while. "By the way, why do you like her that much?"

He smirked. "Are you jealous, (y/n)?"

"No. I just never heard you talk about her." I explained. "Tell what makes you like her."

"Well, she's pretty and nice." He started. "She has good taste in music... Uh..."

"Jean...you don't take that much to think when you like someone." I told him.

"But I do like her." He said. "I just...don't know her very well. That's why I want to ask her out so that I can get to know her better."

"Alright, Jean boy, but I'm warning you. You should think about your feelings before asking her out." I advised him.

"Alright, alright." He murmured, getting ready to leave.

"We got work tomorrow, by the way. Don't forget." I reminded him. He gave me a thumbs up and left.