The bet (Erejean)

Ch.5 First day of the Five

The next morning Jean as usual had gotten up awoken by the blaring of his alarm that nearly freaked him out every time he heard the damn thing. Turning said alarm off the bronde checks his phone, there was so many damn spam messages. (from their group chat of course, and mainly a Connie and Sasha argument over something ridiculous and silly like for example: whether Pizza was better cut in squares or triangles.) which was just the worst.

"Ugh.. idiots, can they not settle this in private?" He already knew the answer to that though.

Alas, Jean staggers out of bed yawning and rubbing at his eyes going to both his drawers and closet picking out his clothes for the day, there's no rush because again, guy gets up a few hours earlier than he should. Grabbing a fluffy grey towel from the closet directly across
from the bathroom. He quickly undressed and hopped in the shower, he was careful not to be all too loud and wake up his ma. A nice cold shower to wake him up while he played some music. (Preferably Billy Joel)

Shower lasted a good thirty minutes as Jean is enough of a fool to get distracted and wind up dancing maybe prancing and singing while he showers. Soon the water silences and he gets out drying his feet off on the blue rug bellow which always felt so
soft and welcoming. It's taking in the little things like that, that make your morning no matter how small.
He reaches for the towel and dries off quickly. Shaking whatever water is left on his hair, can't blow dry it because that's too loud. He got dressed, fixed up his hair which takes about ten minutes before he brushes his teeth which adds on another fifteen minutes puts on his sun shades and makes goofy faces in the mirror complimenting himself because Jean thinks he's the shit as I'm sure you're very much aware by now. He's a cocky one for sure, giant ego and all. Of course he's not actually going to wear those god forsaken things to school though. He'd be bullied relentlessly. No matter how many people like Reiner he hung out with from time-to-time. They'd still clown on him all the same.

After all that he quickly trudged downstairs and made sure he had everything ready for the day: Books, few folders, binder, and yeah, that's about it really. He made himself some nice cinnamon toast, he'd've made himself an omelette however he's not feeling it right now plus he couldn't ever make them like his sweet dear mother. Jean is a mama's boy as I'm sure you're aware.

It's then as he sat on the stool leaning over the countertop munching on that sweet cinnamon goodness that he remembers that bet he'd made.. ah shit.. that's annoying. But hey, Marco said he'd help him study so he was real sure it'd be alright. It's just one test and all he has to do is at least be one point above Jaeger.

Eventually clock read 6:30AM and he's heading out the door to wait for the bus it irritatingly takes a good five minutes to arrive which is always enough to flunk his hair which ruins his mood just a tad bit.

It's a surprisingly quiet ride as Connie and Sasha are asleep in the seat next to Jean and Marco. Jean had his headphones in so he was kind of just tuning out the world around him. Usually when they get to school classes don't start until about 7:50 or so. They sit in the cafeteria together for breakfast not that any of them eat anything but Sasha who in fact is munching on some French toast sticks.. "Man.. these are the best!" She declares. A bunch of spit and food leaving her mouth resulting in all around her to cringe.
"Saaasha!" Connie chastised, "I told you not to talk with your mouth full!" Seems this is not the first time this has occurred and in fact has landed on him.
"Sorry." She states blankly and doesn't sound the least bit apologetic.

"So Jean," The freckled boy began turning to the bronde who hums as to say 'Yes?' Though he turned his head before his eyes, his attention elsewhere. Marco's tone sounding as if he's already on pony boys case and the glint in his eyes says no different.
"You wanted me to help you study, How come?" Marco asks narrowing those hazel eyes, and again, smart cookie's always on his case interrogating him from the inside out. He knew him well. All too well. He's just too easy when it's Marco, or maybe Jean's just a bad liar and the other two are too stupid to realize. Either way it gets him every time.
"Come on, you always think I have some alternative motive, dammit." Jean complains rolling his eyes getting defensive and even pouting.
"So you're saying you don't?" He arched a brow smirkIng. Jean simpers unable to keep a straight face at the sight of the others.