Freckles {Jean x Marco}

Chapter Two

Boo. Did I scare you?

Yes I did. Don't shake your head, you know that I did. YES I DIIIIIIID.

Anywho... Let us get to le Fanfiction!

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[Jean's PoV]
It's been two days since I was removed from my house. I never thought it would happen. I was allowed to bring some stuff, but not a lot. Now I'm in a foster home, feeling like a child.

I was excused from school in those two days, as the principal said I was probably more than a little shocked. I didn't have to do the schoolwork, either.

But today, I had told myself to go to school. I grudgingly got ready, humming Kopek the whole time. I had taken a recent liking to their music, as the lyrics were good and the tunes were catchy.

I looked in the mirror while I was brushing my teeth. I realized the clothes matched my emotion pretty well. I was in a dark gray hooded sweatshirt and black jeans.

The hoodie was comfortable, the inside soft and making me feel kind of safe. The pockets in the jeans were deep, which made me happy. I felt like walking around with my head down and my hands shoved in my pockets.

I went out, my backpack strap hanging down on one side. Almost too cliche, it was drizzling. I pulled my hood over my face, then jammed my hands into the warm pockets of my jeans.

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[Marco's PoV]
Mr. Smith told us to get in our groups and work on our projects. While we congregated, he handed out sheets of paper about the requirements.

Before I could get up, the three others in my group came to me. When Mr. Smith passed by, he glanced at Jean. "No hoods in class," he said, then moved on.

Jean grumbled something, then pulled his hood back.

"Oh my God, Jean. You look worse than usual," Eren commented. He was right; Jean had dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"Shut up, Jaeger," Jean growled.

Eren started to say something, but Mikasa stopped him. "Let it go. He's having a rough day."

Jean cast her a grateful look, then sat up a little straighter. "What're we doing? Is it still the luna moth?"

"Yes, we just need to fill these requirements," I said, skimming over the paper.

He nods, still with a tired look on his face.

Mikasa looks over my shoulder, reading the paper. "Poster and a presentation, hm? Sounds easy enough."

"Yeah, but there are sub-requirements," Eren points out, looking over my other shoulder.

Jean couldn't see from the side, so he looked over my head. "I can get the poster board."

"I can do the presentation," Mikasa said.

"I'll find pictures."

"I guess I'll help make the poster board. If you need any help, lemme know," I said, glancing at Mikasa.

"I won't."

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[Jean's PoV]
After science was math, which I sucked at. I prepared to fail utterly, probably lose my temper, and get sent to the principal since I'd probably swear like an idiot.

Luckily, I sit in the back. I managed to slouch low enough so that Ms. Ral, the teacher, didn't call on me. Point, Jean. Take that, life.

But then she surprised us with a pop quiz.

Point, life.

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The school day seemed to drag on for three days longer than usual. And then I had peer mediation. We meet on Mondays and Thursdays. Great. Point, life.

When I walked in, though, Hanji whispered in my ear, "You don't have to come today. Just catch up with someone. I know you're having a rough day."

I nodded, glad she let me skip. But that just meant I had to go back to the h*ll-hole of a foster home. It just constantly reminds me that I was taken out of my home. And what a crappy life I'm leading now.

F*cking point, life.

When I finally made it to the foster home, I flopped down on my bed, almost shaking my headphones off of my head. I had 30 Seconds to Mars blasting through, half-heartedly hoping I could go deaf and not hear my life that's gone to sh*t.

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It's okay, Jean~San *pats head*

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Dang

That was depressing 😂