(Jean's p.o.v)
"Look, its pretty simple, all you have to do is make sure no one dies of dehydration. I'm sure that 'Armin the genius' can handle that!"
I caught Marco's eyes in the mirror and pulled a face. Of course Armin was freaking out. All the guy had to do was stay on the drink's stand at Prom and hand out a plastic cup filled with punch made from lemonade, cranberry juice cocktail and vodka every once in a while. How hard is that? You'd think a guy taking 12th grade calculus could handle it.
It was prom night. The night no one had shut the hell up about for months. It was finally here.
And I was going with my girlfriend's best friend. Oh, and my annoying freckled friend.
Despite trying desperately to convince myself that it wasn't my fault, I still felt like shit. Like the world's crappiest boyfriend. Like a jerk. Like a pussy.
And it was these thoughts that kept me up pretty much all last night. And staring in the mirror now, the bags under my eyes were more than noticeable. Shit, they looked like Levi's eyes. Dark as hell.
"Try a little concealer." Marco's voice from behind me.
I looked at him in the mirror, to see that he had hung up the phone and was observing me as I pulled at the skin under my eyes. I coughed, awkwardly, straightened my jacket and turned to face him.
"Shouldn't you be there by now? I thought you were helping out."
"What? And miss third wheeling with my best friend and his date?"
I raised my eyebrows at him. "She's not my date. And you wont be a third wheel."
"Sure. But what about when Mikasa turns up? Who will I follow then, Horsey?"
I groaned, and my eyes were instantly drawn to my palms, starting to sweat. "I've asked you repeatedly not to call me that. And I wouldn't blame her if she didn't even look at me tonight, let alone talk to me."
"Ah jeez, come on. You know that she'll get over it. Trust me."
"I hope so."
I went to get the door, picking up the rose pink corsage I had bought for Crysta. Delicate, pink rosebuds circled by ivy. It was perfect for her, matched her dress and it was even her birth flower (weird, right). But it wasn't the one I wanted to buy. Or the girl I wanted to get it for.
"Wait."
I turned to see Marco examining his face in my mirror. "One half of my face has more freckles than the other. I never noticed that."
"Fascinating. I guess one half is more Marco than the other. Now get your ass out of here, the limo's supposed to arrive at 8."
Despite my best efforts, it took us a long time before finally escaping the house. As soon as we had emerged from my room, my mom was waiting with a camera; blinding us like the paparazzi and yelling at us to get into different poses. I was almost glad that it was Marco there with me instead of Mikasa. I couldn't imagine anything more awkward. Whereas Marco was great with parents. They all thought he was adorable. The perks of having freckles.
The limo was outside, the bass from the music blasting inside making the floor vibrate. I felt Marco slap me on the back before running up and pulling the door open.
"Come on Horsey! Let's go! Gallop! Giddy up!"
"Shut up, Marco."
He laughed and pulled me inside, slamming the door and leaning back on the matte black leather seats, flicking them on the heating/vibrating mode. 'Emperor's new clothes' by Panic! At the Disco was blasting out of the stereo so loud that I couldn't hear the driver asking me repeatedly to remind him of Crysta's address. When I finally understood what he was asking, I yelled it to him and the limo instantly sped to her house.
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Colliding hearts-Eren x Levi, Jean x Mikasa
FanfictionEren Jaeger was always the outcast. His sister; always the pretty smart girl. His enemy; the horse jock. And his secret crush; the most popular guy in school. So when all four walk into the same coffee shop after school on a regular day; a terrible...