Not The Same. [Jean x Reader]

Chapter Two.

I know "karma" starts with a "K." You'll see why. Enjoy! :)
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"Well, you're not like them. You don't love gossip--As far as I can tell--and you don't love to be popular. You're not afraid to get your hands dirty." He explained.

You grimaced. "I encountered one today. I'd name her Carma."

"That suits all of the girls here. They're karma" He gave you a small smile.

"All? What about one other girl?" You asked.

"What's her name? Then I'd be able to answer that." He said.

"Well. . Um. . Her boyfriend's name is Emmett." You replied, instead of saying her name. She told you about her boyfriend in Art class today.

"Emmett? School football player? Number 2 on the team?" He questioned.

"Yeah. You know him?" You would be half-surprised if he did.

"Well, as a person, no. But, I've seen him around. His girlfriend is popular. Possibly like those 'carma' girls." He looked deep in thought.

"Are you saying she's. . Lying to me?" You blinked. She said that she wasn't really popular. But, according to Jean, she was.

"I don't know if I'd call it that, but it seems like it." He said.

You felt tricked. "That. . Ugh." You took out your phone. Jean sent you a questioning look. You ignored it and found that girl's number. You typed it in and sent her a text.

You said you weren't popular. Well, your boyfriend seems to attract attention with you. You are popular. So why even bother to lie to me. That didn't do you any good in the end. Go make out with your boyfriend. Without him, you'd still be popular, right?

You sent the text, not saying your name. Your phone lit up. You received a text back.

(Number): Yeah, I would. But, I didn't want to tell you or else we wouldn't have been friends! Tell me that's not true.

Frustrated, you typed something back.

You: Instead, you lied to me. That part is true.

(Number): Yeah, okay. I did. I know that part. What I DON'T know is how you found out. I didn't mean to make you upset.

You: Does it matter?

(Number): Yes. I wanted to tell you later. But I was afraid you would never talk to me again.

You: Well, that's where this is headed unless you can prove otherwise.

(Number): Plz don't let it head there. I wanted to tell you. I really did. Plz give me another chance.

You: I don't know. .

(Number): Please? I'll give you space.

You wondered what to do.

You: Just ONE more chance?

(Number): Yes.

You: Alright, fine.

(Number): Yay. :) Saving your number.

You: Okay.

You reluctantly saved the number to your contacts.

(Girl name): I'm not asking for us to be best friends right away. But, do you want to sit at my table for lunch tomorrow?

"(f/n), um, since you're different than the other girls. . I was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with my friends and I tomorrow? We're unordinary, ourselves." Jean offered. He had a hand on the back of his neck.

You blinked.

Should I sit with them? Or (girl name)?

"Um," You began. "Yeah, why not? That sounds nice."

Jean looked relieved, hearing your answer. "Great."

The bell rings and he says, "See you tomorrow. It's the table in zone 2, in the front."

You nodded and put your phone away before you put on your bookbag. "See you tomorrow."

Once you were out the door, you texted (girl name).

You: I can't. I'll sit with you the day after.

(Girl name): Okay. :)

You rolled your eyes. You were trying to get along with this girl.

"What's wrong, (f/n)?" You looked beside you and saw Jean.

"Don't worry." You said, walking faster. You didn't want to put all your trust in him.

Jean caught up to you. "(f/n), is it about you eating lunch with us? You don't have to--"

"I want to." You interrupted. "Don't worry about it."

"Okay. See ya!" He ran off with a freckled boy.

You tapped on your phone as you sent a text to your friend.

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Your friend looked right at you. Her face was directly in front of yours. "Kirstein?" (Friend's name) gets very protective. You're protective of her, so it works out well.

"Um, yeah." You replied.

She held her phone out so you could read the text conversation you had with her earlier:

(f/n): I think I have a new friend. .

You: Who? First name. Go.

(f/n): Jean.

You: Last name?

(f/n): Um.

You: Kirstein?

(f/n): Does it matter? I don't want you tying him up and locking him in a closet.

You: But that was fun!

(f/n): So. . How are you?

You: I'm good because I'm going over to your house.

(f/n): *sigh* Okay.

She put her phone away and sighed. "You didn't mention him today--" She stopped talking and looked at you. "Who else did you meet today?"

"No one." You lied.

"You're lying." She stared at you, emotionless.

"What makes you say that?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I'm your best friend. I know things." She dismissed the question. "Who is it?"

"(girl name)." You answered, your voice laced with defeat.

"Football player's girlfriend?! She's popular, (f/n)! She's just like those other girls!" (Friend's name) exclaimed.

She then pretended to be tapping on an imaginary phone. "Let me go text my BFF about so and so's break up! This has to spread through the school like a wildfire! Oops, I have to be careful to not ruin my nail polish! TTYL!" She said in a valley girl voice.

"(Friend's name), (girl name) isn't like that." You said calmly. "She's into anime. She cosplays and she's actually nice."

"Oh. My. Gosh! I just saw the cutest dress! Purchase! Squeal! Let me go text my friends that I bought a new dress while I go stare at boys!" (Friend's name) exclaimed in the valley girl voice. Then, without the voice, said, "We're not like them. I just don't want you to get hurt. They could be tricking you, (f/n)."

"I. ." You let out a sigh.

What if she's right? This could be a trick.

"Well. . There's only one way we can find out." You finally said.

"Or we could dodge the bullet! We could just delete her number and continue with our lives as if you never met her!" (Friend's name) suggested.

"We could. But, isn't life an adventure?" You asked with a small smile that disappeared half a second after it came.

(Friend's name) sighed in defeat. "I can't stop you. So, I'll help you."