𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

And Then There Were, Eleven¹¹

A/N's: prolonging things to make you guys suffer a bit lmao, today you'll be reading something a little different. Jean's POV 😈
(It's still an important chapter, guys)

Disclaimer!: Nothing in this chapter should be seen as informational. I actually had to do a little research for this chapter lmao 😭

eleven, what you wish for

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JEAN'S POV

Not every day you wake up to a letter tucked in a random place. Waiting to be read.

When I first received one, I wasn't really alarmed, thinking maybe it was Connie and Sasha playing a prank on me. But at the time, they weren't even there. They hadn't been in a few days, having been busy with other things.

Still, I figured maybe they snuck back in. It wouldn't be the first time they played a prank on me or tried to make me look like a fool. So, I scoffed and tossed the thing.

But then the more frequent they became, and the more... threatening they became... the more I realized something felt off.

And then, the person started leaving a signature or something at the bottom of the page.

An 'M', of all letters.

This pissed me off beyond relief, thinking someone had been stalking me and somehow found out about... well...

Him.

But I tried not to rule out other possibilities. The biggest question is who the fuck was leaving these letters and how they were doing it. And I was already stressed out of my mind about work and Y/n... I really didn't need this.

Yeah, she seemed to be getting better. And she has over this year, but despite seemingly meeting someone, she seemed a little more... on edge. Looking around timidly all the time, like she's waiting for something to go off. Like waiting for the other shoe to drop type thing. And I'm constantly busy, so sometimes it's hard to check on her as much as I used to.

I try not to say much about her behavior because I can tell that she doesn't like it when I worry or seem like I'm pitying her, but... when you have a feeling that there's something bigger at play...

It's best just to figure it out the best way you know how to.

Me and Y/n are very close. Have been for years. So, the best way I've learned to approach her is by being straight up yet not too harsh about it. She needs prying questions asked firmly, or she'll brush you off.

Clearly, that was the right thing to do.

Because now... she's told me something that makes me go pale thinking about it.

Not only have I been getting creepy letters, ... so has she. But worse, she's seen the guy doing it. This means whoever it is... has gotten comfortable.

I've yet to see who my secret admirer is, but... part of me is glad I haven't. Though, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to know. And get a good look at them.

So, as I try to be patient and wait for her to move past her little feelings about opening up, I take the long way to our favorite fast food restaurant. To hopefully give her plenty of time. Regardless, my jaw clenches, and my hands squeeze the wheel tightly in the dead opposite of patience.