Camp Paradis || Jean Kirstein

You Slapped The Galliard's Boy On New Years

  I didn't want to get out of bed the next morning. I even thought about just staying in my room all day. That was until Reiner knocked on my door. He didn't wait for me to answer before he opened it. I groaned when I saw him, "I could have been naked in here." I pointed out.

  "But you're not. Get up."

  I pushed myself up, "That's not the point. Why are you even bothering me right now? I don't know if you heard, but I had a terrible day yesterday."

  He raised his arm to lean against my doorframe, "Oh I heard. Everyone heard."

  "And where were you when all of this was happening?" I raised an eyebrow, "I could have really used some emotional support."

  "I was taking advantage of the camp's amenities, something you have really yet to do." he lowered his arm and tapped the frame with his large hand, "Get up. Your parents are requesting everyone's presence at breakfast." he mimicked their pretentious tone.

God what the hell did they want?

I dragged myself out of bed and started getting ready, quickly braiding my hair and throwing on a white mini dress.

I walked with Reiner down to the mess hall in silence. I looked at the ground and my now dirty white shoes. I hoped that I wouldn't run into any of the staff members this morning, I just didn't think I was ready to face that embarrassment. I wondered if Jean told them about what happened at their party last night. Did he even remember? He was so drunk last night that it wouldn't have surprise me if he didn't.

  When the mess hall was in sight my throat went dry. What if everyone was already inside eating? What if each eye of every staff member looked at me when I opened the door?

  We stepped up onto the porch and when Reiner opened the door, the smell of eggs hit me in the face and I gagged. I covered my nose and stepped away from the opening, "Eck." I grimaced and I waved Reiner through, "Let me know when they're done cooking."

  Why did Niccolo have to cook eggs every damn morning?

  Reiner only nodded and stepped inside, letting the door fall shut behind him. I stood by the door, going through my socials, still actively trying to avoid Hitch and Floch, when I head Armin's voice.

  I looked up and he was walking towards the mess hall with a small group that consisted of him, Eren, and Jean. All of them were still in comfortable clothing and the only one activity listening to Armin was Eren.

  I watched Jean carefully. He had his hands in the pockets of his sweat pants and he looked at the ground, his eyes halfway closed like they were last night. His movements were groggy as he dragged behind the other two boys. He was hungover to Hell.

  "Good morning, Beckett."

  My head snapped forward and I didn't even notice that Armin was walking up the steps. He smiled at me and offered a small but comforting wave. It actually helped ease a lot of my concerns. I found myself actually smiling back at him, "Hey." I replied.

  Eren followed closely behind him and nodded his head up once to signal me a hello, "Hi." I responded quietly, a little shy because of how handsome he was.

  This actually made me feel really good that not everyone wanted to fight me on behalf of their friend. And it made me feel better about how Jean would act around me.

  I watched as Jean walked up the steps. When he walked by me, I started to say something to him, but stopped when he continued right by me like I wasn't even there. He didn't even look at me.