cabin fever - jean k x reader

Darkness.

cw: strong language, mentions of DV, detailed description of anxiety attack. If panic attacks are something that are hard for you to read about I strongly suggest not reading this part.

Hitchs POV:

Y/N wasn't being as quiet as she thought she was when she slammed the door shut. What time is it anyways? I look at my phone. 2:15. What the hell is she doing? Kind of hypocritical of her to bitch at me for "running off" when she's leaving in the middle of the night without so much as a note to let me know what she's doing.

Maybe I'll go take a look to see where she's headed. I won't leave, obviously. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little curious as to where Ms. 'Goody goody rule follower' has run off in the middle of the night.

I drag my body out of bed and quietly make it to the door. I was just about to open it when I heard someone talking on the other side. So she didn't leave, of course. But who is she talking to? I take my hand off of the door knob and slowly place my ear against the door, shamelessly eavesdropping.

It is hard to hear but I think I can make out Connie's voice. What the hell is he doing awake? And why is he here? I steady my breathing to listen. I can't make out much. The wind is making it a bit hard, but I can understand parts of their conversation, they're talking about Pieck. I think.

I can hear them laughing. They're always so obnoxious. That whole group makes my blood boil. They think they're better than everyone else and it shows in the way they carry themselves around camp. I wanted to scream today when she made us sit with Sasha and Mikasa. What would make her think I would be okay with that? And the whole 'we're supposed to be a team' speech. Ya. A team who only does what she wants. I could tell how mad she was when we sat with Reiner and Bert at dinner. I only did it to piss her off and it worked. I don't even care about Reiner anymore. It hasn't gotten me any closer to Jean. He didn't even notice I wasn't watching the fireworks. After last summer I don't understand how he can just brush me off so easily, I'll have to up my game I guess.

I snap out of my inner monologue and return to the task at hand. The wind has slowed down a bit so I can make out most of the conversation.

"You like him." I hear Connie say. Like who?? I should've been paying attention.

I heard Y/N go on one of her annoying tangents, she always does that when she's uncomfortable. All of her friends think it's funny. It's not. I think Connie cut her off as he is talking again, they're both talking so fast. It's hard to understand what they're saying.

"Jean is going to flip."

Jean??? She likes Jean?? I ball my hands into fists, my nails poke into my palm. I thought they hated each other? You've got to be fucking with me. Of all guys. She knows that we were together last summer. We're not friends, but doesn't that break like? Girl code or whatever? She seems the type to follow something like that. I need more info so I hold my breath.

They stopped talking. Maybe they decided to say good night? I should get back into bed before she catches me. I'm about to turn when I hear Connie's voice break the silence.

"He's not Porco."

Porco? Why does that sound so familiar? Who's Porco? I pull out my phone and open Instagram. I go to Y/N's profile and head to her following. She isn't following anyone by that name. It's not a very popular name so I just type Porco into the search bar. I see something I slightly recognize.

'porco.gall' pops up as the first option. I click on the profile and I can't stop the smile from forming on my mouth. I know why he's familiar. He plays football, he came to Stohess high for a few games last year. He must be the captain in Ragako. I met him at a party. I remember thinking he was very attractive, but he already laid claim to a cheerleader that night, so I cut my losses and found someone else.