Camp Paradis || Jean Kirstein

I Said That The Party's Over [nsfw]

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I was done with Jean Kirstein was probably the stupidest thing I've ever said. Saturday morning, I'd watched Hitch force herself onto him while rolling my fork in my hands, spinning it in my tight grip as I watched them at the end of the table. Her face wasn't swelling anymore, but there was still bruising under her right eye.

I watched her talk non stop about herself, scoot closer to him, and him giving her a tight lipped smile and nodding politely at her, letting her drone on without saying a word. Floch sat right next her, turned completely towards Eren, even though Mika was wedged between them, clear irritation on her face as she stabbed at her eggs with her fork.

"Beckett," Reiner whispered next to me.

I unclenched my jaw that I didn't even noticed was tensed. I looked at my fake boyfriend for the next week, "What?" I snapped at him.

"Could you make it a little less obvious that your pissed? You're not the only one who's miserable. Bert and I aren't happy about the whole thing either. The more angry you look the less convincing it is for these people that we're still dating."

My eyes shifted to Bertholdt at the other end of the table. His gaze was on Reiner, but when he noticed me staring he offered me a small smile before looking back at his plate. I knew he understood the situation, but that didn't mean that it didn't suck.

"Don't remind me." I stabbed my fork into my pancake.

Everyone would be here later today. Hange had asked everyone yesterday morning to help them set up for the party after breakfast this morning. I decided that I was going to help them too so I could make sure that Hitch didn't follow my Jean around all day. I had every intention of leaving it alone, until the foreign feeling of jealousy pumped through my veins at the sight of him with her. Now, that idea was completely out the window, disregarding every decision that I had made last night. To Hell will it all.

I still needed to be careful around Jean so that my dad didn't see us together (especially now that everyone he worked with would be here), but I was going to figure out what the hell was happening with us today.

After breakfast I stepped outside onto the porch. I needed some air, there was only so much of Hitch's advances that I could stand to watch. It's just a week, Beckett I kept reminding myself, just one week until they're back in Italy.

The door opened behind me and where I was hoping to see Jean, I saw Eren instead. He made eye contact with me as he exhaled in what sounded like frustration.

"And what's wrong with you?" I asked him.

He joined me at the porch railing and leaned against it with his hands, "I just need some air. Your uh- friend..."

I grunted, the dam that was filtering my words cracking, "I know!" I slammed my hands next to him, gripping onto the wood tight. He flinched at my sudden movement, "She's just... ugh! And Jean? Why the hell isn't he telling her to fuck off-"

"Whoa whoa," Eren held up his hands and took a step back at my sudden burst of anger, "I wasn't talking about Hitch." his eyebrows furrowed, "Wait, did something happen between you and Jean?"

"No." I immediately lied to him. So Jean hadn't said anything to anyone? He didn't share how I embarrassed myself in front of him in a way that I'd never been embarrassed before, "Why? Did he say something?"

Eren shook his head, "No," I could see a question forming in his face before he decided against asking it, "I was actually talking about Floch." he glanced over his shoulder to make sure we were still alone, "I've had to talk Mikasa down a few times, he keeps coming on to me. I feel like I've made it obvious that she's my girlfriend but he doesn't seem to care."