𝘾𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙁𝙄𝙀𝘿 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝘽𝙄𝙀, mikasa

v. chapter five

"stop putting on blush, you already are too much of a clown" you snatched the product from historia, as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror.

looking at your friend's reflection, your face softened a bit when seeing her reaction "you don't need all this makeup, all you need is confidence" you threw her a small smile, which definitely brightened her mood.

historia looked up a whole lot up to you, she is basically like your clone but, petite, and had a brain of her own. a lot of people think she is stupid, but maybe she was just very good at playing dumb.

"sasha hurry up! i hear you taking a big shit! we don't have all day!" historia called out, taking out her phone to take pictures of you two.

sasha braus flushed the toilet at cue and came out, fixing her clothes before washing her hands "i wasn't taking a shit, that's so ew! nobody does that at school" the girl dried her hands with a paper towel, and tightened her ponytail.

"yeah, we know, it's a joke" historia rolled her eyes with a giggle, her phone in your hands to see the selfie you two took.

you clicked through the filters, finding one you liked, and asked if you could post it, your eyes not looking up from it, only admiring your own face. historia agreed and you did, seeing as it instantly got liked by more than 30 people.

handing the phone back to her, the three exited the bathroom, not noticing as some girls ran into it, with relieved faces.

"we should go out this friday" sasha spoke, following along the hallway. it was monday so all of your next classes were close, you had chemistry, and they both had math.

"can't, remember there's tryout's on friday sash'" you spoke, turning to look at her, both girls walking behind you as always.

"right"

"but we can do something after that, or, maybe this weekend!" you proposed, up for something and going out "i'm sure plans' will come up"

the bell ringed, and you all separated ways, blowing a kiss at your two friends, and getting ready for the horrors of chemistry.

you observed the classroom, only two students sat at the back, some weird kids who you don't even bother to know their names.

you walked to a table in the middle left of class next to the window, and sat in the seat you always do, every year. the one near the corridor.

soon enough students started coming in the class, more and more, some waving to you. the guy named porco - from the other day - muttered a small 'hi' even, which you returned.

"oh please kill me"

just when you thought this day was perfect, a someone comes to ruin it. jean kirstein, your ex. he entered the class lazily and observed as all the seats besides the one next to you, were taken.

"fuck me" he whispered to himself, almost dragging his body to the seat, and taking it.

"hi baby"

you blinked, once, twice, and turned to him "last i checked i'm not your 'baby' anymore kirstein" you spat, glaring at him.

"whatever you say" he smirked.

anyone could agree jean was- is, one of the hottest guys around. he knew how to make himself look good, and sometimes unconsciously. weightlifting in freshman and junior year definitely helped him a bunch. or maybe boosted up his ego a bit too much.

you met him freshman year, and instantly clicked. you were his only girl-friend, a friend that's a girl, that is, helped him come out of his little insecure shell. jean hung out with your group a lot, but never really got to know sasha and historia, he wasn't interested in them.

he was interested in you.

and you were dumb enough to ignore his tries and advances. too scared of committing to a relationship. you always were, he was your first and only boyfriend ever, much to all the rumors and gossip. jean is a true gentleman, he cared a lot for you, made you feel comfortable and happy. his mother treated you like family, she considered you family.

but god jean hated that mean personality of yours.

in school it was fine, he laughed and went along with it, but sometimes, acting too much like something, made you into it. and soon enough, you became a mean girl.

he hated it with all his life. you weren't that teasing fun girl from freshman year. how could you be? you had already grown out from it. but he wasn't able to.

you naturally flirted with people, or, at least it looked like you did. jean didn't agree with it. and everything just exploded in a party.

too much drinking, too much drugs, too much people, too much everything.

though, jean, for some reason he still looked at you with adoration.

"stop looking at me like that jean" you shook your head, turning back to your phone, texting historia 'EMERGENCY! JEAN IS IN MY SAME CLASS! HE SAT NEXT TO ME'

the boy shrugged "m' not doing anything" he took out a notebook, and started doodling on it.

the classroom door opened and in came a really old-looking teacher. walking very so slowly to the teacher's desk, setting down his things on it.

"welcome students to a new year, i hope you all had a good summer. now, i see you are all seated in partners, so... you are being with your partner for the rest of the school year!"

you would be sitting next to jean all year long, how fun. you only wished a good thing happens soon.

your phone beeped with a text notification, and you opened historia's chat.

'omg! i'm sitting with sash, but that goth kid is in my math class behind us! i'm going to puke! 🤮🤮'

"smith!" the teacher called you "no phones in my class!"