Once in a Lifetime.

To Class.

Marco's PoV

Marco was on his way to his first hour, he was walking with his head down, not really paying attention to his surroundings. He bumped into something... or someone...

"Hey, brat, watch it!" The person said. He looked up, startled.

"Ssorry, Jean." He stuttered.

"Oh it's only you, Freckled Jesus." Jean laughed. "Just get to class, nerd. I'm pretty sure Ms. Zoe will be delighted to see you." He said with a smirk.

Marco looked back down at his Science book and walked away. He hated being called "Freckled Jesus", really he hated being called anything but Marco. As he was walking, he felt something hit the back of his head. He ignored it. He knew it was just Jean throwing wadded up paper at him again. He walked faster down the hall. He could hear Jean's friends, Connie and Thomas, laughing and calling him names. Marco felt his eyes begin to water up. He did his best to hold back his tears, but one slipped out, and ran down his cheek. He made it to class, hoping that no one noticed.

Jean's PoV

He walked to class with Thomas and Connie. He sat in the front desk, close to the windows, where Ms. Zoe put him. As soon as Mikasa walked in, he winked at her and blew a kiss her way. She smiled, waved, and sat next to Eren in the second row, behind Sasha. Way in the back was Marco Bodt, the nerd. Jean picked up his pen, uncapped it, and threw the cap at Marco. It hit his left ear. Marco's hand immediately went to his ear and he frowned. Armin, who was sitting to the right of Marco, whispered something into Marco's ear.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise and Ms. Zoe was at her desk.

"Good morning, students. I hope you studied well! Today we'll be having a quiz over yesterday's noted!" She said rather cheerfully.

Jean groaned. He didn't study. In fact, he made Freckled Jesus take his notes yesterday. He glared at Marco and pouted. There was no way he would be able to pass! He was already making a D, if he got an F his mother would ground him from his car.

Ms. Zoe handed out the quizzes, Jean looked at the questions, and sighed. "What is the fin located on the spine of a fish called?"  Like he had any idea what that was! He slammed his hand on his desk again, before falling asleep.

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He woke up with Ms. Zoe standing right in front of him. He sighed and turned his quiz.

"Well Mr. Kirstein, you completely failed that!" She said.

"Yes I know, Ms. Zoe." Jean said with a smirk.

"I am assigning Mr. Bodt to tutor you." Ms. Zoe smiled. "Have fun."

Marco put his head down and Jean rolled his eyes. No way would this work. No way. Marco is a nerd, not someone he wants to be seen with. Jean could hear his friends laughing at him. He scowled their way. They automatically stopped. He looked towards Mikasa. She smiled at him and he blushed.

The bell rang, Jean watched as Marco darted out of the classroom. He got up and walked out. Spying Marco at his locker, he made his way to Marco.

"Oi!" He shoved Freckled Jesus backwards. "We're going to have to work together. You can't fail me. Understood?" He grabbed Marco by his shirt. "Do you?" He asked, not really giving Marco any time to answer.

"Y-yes." Marco stuttered.

"Alright, Freckled Jesus." He said, throwing the other guy into the lockers. Marco slid down them and Jean laughed, before he walked away.

Marco's PoV

He glared at the way Jean had walked away. He hated that guy and always will. He shook his head. He's never hated anyone ever. That wasn't the type of person he was. He always tried to like everyone, including the ones who are mean to him. That's how his mother raised him. He sighed and slowly got up. It was time for French with Mr. Ackerman. Sadly, Jean was in that class as well. Jean had always bullied him. It started in Kindergarten, Marco had brought animal crackers for lunch, Jean didn't so he took them. At that time Jean was taller than Marco and held the package up. Later in third grade, Jean and his group of friend beat him up. He went home with a black eye and a busted lip. His mother was furious and called the school to make sure Jean didn't go unpunished. Jean got suspended for three days. When he returned, he tortured Marco until the school year ended. He would pinch and poke the small freckled boy. Then in fifth grade, Jean did something even worse. He pulled Marco's pants down in front of all the kids at recess. The next year, Jean slammed Marco's head into the mashed potatoes and gravy pan at the salad bar. After that the pan was moved. In 8th grade, Jean wrecked Marco's solar system project, leading to his first F. Marco cried for days. Finally he told the teacher what happened and she let him redo it.

Marco walked into French class and sat in the front, next to Mr. Ackerman's desk. Jean and his friends walked in after and sat behind him. They were all laughing and throwing things at Marco. He just sat there, enduring it all until class started. Unfortunately, the throwing still continued.

One paper ball almost hit Mr. Ackerman in the back of his head. He caught it.

"Jean, once again, I am catching you throwing things in my classroom. Please recite the rules." He said, still with his back to the class.

"Nah, Mr. Ackerman lighten up."

"Rule number one: Keep the classroom clean." Mr. Ackerman said calmly.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Jean said.

"Anyways, class, we're doing a project of France's foods. No, Connie, not French fries. You will pair up with the people I assign you with." He turned around to face them. "Sasha and Connie, Mikasa and Mina, Eren and Armin, Jean and Marco, Thomas and Annie, Reiner and Bertolt, Krista and Ymir, Hannah and Franz, Mylius and Samuel, Nac and Daz, and Marlo and Hitch."

Marco looked up at Mr. Ackerman with despair. Once again, he's on some sort of team with Jean.