Unthinkable *Attack On Titan fanfic*

Chapter 3: Eren

It was probably two in the morning and I couldn't sleep. My mind kept wandering back to when I kissed Jean. I had a problem because I actually liked it.

I sighed, glancing at my phone. Maybe I should text Armin about it. I laughed. No. He won't know anything, plus I don't want people to know I kissed horseface. Only Marco and Mikasa know. They won't tell anyone.

I groaned and got up out of bed. I walked over to the mirror on the door and glared at myself. I wasn't wearing anything but boxers and I had bruises and scars from continuously fighting with Jean. I had a slight black eye from earlier today and a bruise on my arm.

I glanced over at my clock.

02:37

I walked back to my bed and picked up my phone. I should text Jean instead.

Eren: What up, horseface?

I didn't expect an answer so soon because of the time and the odd sort of hatred between us.

Jean: So I wasn't the only person who couldn't sleep.

Eren: Heh. Were my lips that good to keep you awake?

I was joking around but part of me wondered if he actually did like it. No, Eren. Stop. You're going insane. You don't like him, you didn't enjoy that kiss.

Jean: In your dreams, Jaeger.

I threw my phone aside. My head hit the pillow on my bed and I smirked to myself. I soon fell asleep, the kiss earlier from the day replaying in my mind.

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School was different the next day. Jean wasn't there and Marco said he slept in and texted him that he was staying home. It seemed as if every one of my friends didn't know about what had happened, which was good. Except for Marco and Mikasa, who would occasionally whisper to each other.

The next day was almost the exact same, except Jean was there. We had tried to avoid one another all day, which worked up until we got detention with the gym teacher for being late. Now we were both in the guys locker room, cleaning (Compliments from Mr. Ackerman).

I looked over at Jean who was on his phone. I stood in front of him and crossed my arms." Oi, Jean. We have work to do."

He stared at me." Does it look like I care?"

I pulled him up onto his feet." Lazy ass horse."

He rammed me into the lockers." At least I'm not a fucking fucktarded nut job as yourself."

Our faces were close now and I did the first thing that came to mind. I kissed him. There was a moment of hesitation before he pushed me away." What the actual fuck, dude!?"

"You hesitated."

He glared at me." SO!?"

"Don't lie. You liked it."

"So what if I did? Doesn't mean you kiss me!"

I raised an eyebrow and pushed him against the lockers like he did to me." That made no sense."

"I make no sense. What's your point?"

"So you did like the kiss then?"

"Fuck you," he scowled.

I smirked." Where, when and how hard?"

I could tell Jean was done with my shit. To be honest, I didn't even know what the flying fuck I was doing myself. He snickered." Here, now and until you can't even walk straight."

"How about my room, after detention and you're going to be the one who can't walk."

Jean smirked and the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. I didn't even care anymore, I just kissed back. We both pulled away, snapping back to our senses. We looked away from each other.

"I have no clue why I just did that," he mumbled.

"Well you did. Why?"

He shook his head." Dunno. I just did."

"What's wrong with us?"

Jean looked at me." Everything."

"Do it again," I demanded.

"W-what? Why?"

"We're both insane, horseface. Just do it."

Jean frowned." Why would I kiss you if we hate each other?"

"Well you just did," I stated bluntly.

"Why would you even want to kiss me again?"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. I looked him straight in the eyes." Because maybe I didn't actually hate it when we kissed in the closet."

He glared at me." Maybe I didn't hate it either."

We both stood there for a couple moments in awkward silence, our faces close. Jean sighed." What does it mean then? Because I hate your guts but I want to kiss you anyways."

I shrugged." I hate you too. Just kiss me already."

Looking down at me, he kissed me again. This time neither of us broke away. We just stood there, kissing each other, not giving a fuck. We both had our arms at our sides as we kissed until he wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck.

The kiss lasted a minute or two before we broke apart. He let go of me and turned away, running a hand through his hair." That never happened."

I nodded. Once we finished cleaning, we left without saying a word to each other.

I had this weird feeling. I hated Jean's guts so fucking much, yet... I didn't. Once at home, I locked myself in my room and fell to the floor. What just happened? Did I really just... I did.

My train of thought was broken due to knocking on my bedroom door. I got up and opened it. Mikasa stood there." Did you get detention again?"

I grumbled and nodded." Yes. So did Jean."

"Oh. Well if you don't mind, everyone's coming over to hang out for the night. So if you don't mind, no fights with Jean, got it?"

I smirked." Sure. Whatever."

Mikasa left and I shut the door. I doubt we'd be fighting tonight, especially because of what happened today.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. For some reason, I looked pissed. Was that because I might actually like horseface in that way? Probably. I sighed, studying the marks on my skin. I didn't know why, but I liked him. In that sort of way, which was weird.