"Horse face." I glared at the person who insulted me. This has been going on for a while, insult backed up by another insult. I was reaching my limit. This time it was a completely different person. One whom I've never seen before, even so I wasn't about to lose to a complete stranger. The whole horse face thing started because of one very angry hormonal teenager.
"Don't call him that." I blinked looking behind me to see a tall figure with freckles littered across his cheeks.
"And why is that?" The person who was arguing with me spoke. His already ugly face scrunching up further with annoyance at having been interrupted of his fun.
"You don't look any better." I don't know whether that was an insult towards me as well but it succeeded in making the other person leave. Well, not before promising revenge.
"Thanks I guess."
"You're welcome." He extended his hand out to me. "Marco Bott by the way."
"Jean Kirstein.." I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you."
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I heard laughter coming from behind me. Irritated I swiftly turned to glare at the group of people behind me. It only caused them to irrupt into another wave of laughter. I sighed shaking the water off of me to no avail, the water had already soaked through my clothing. I hated their pranks. They were usually always aimed at me. With the exception of Sasha, of course. This one involved a bucket of water over the door attached to a string that as soon as I turned the knob, I was hit with freezing cold water. The night was already cold made only worse by the wind that came through the window. It would be a miracle if I didn't get sick the next day.
"Ok guys that's enough. Leave Jean for the night." A gentle voice said from beside me. The others groaned in disappointment but left none the less. I sighed once again relieved.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Come on, let's get you dried and into new clothes." He said dragging me into my room. I sat down on the bed. The room didn't have much other than the essentials. The bed was in the middle with nothing more than a pillow and simple bed sheets, opposite the bed stood a mirror big enough to see my reflection from my position, next to my right side a small bedside table where I keep my gear and on the left a decent sized closet that faced the bed. He walked over to the closet and produced a towel. I took it from his hands and started to dry my hair off. Dry clothes were set beside me. I looked up at him and smiled.
"You are my favorite person." I told him and I received a blush with a smile.
"Umm.. I-I'll let you change." He stuttered out before walking out the door.
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"I hope you won't get mad but you're not a strong person, so you can relate to how the weak feel. In addition, you excel in sizing up any situation. Is that why you know what should be done immediately?"
'Yeah. I think that may be why.'
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"Jean?"
"What is it?"
"We'll get through this. Right?"
"Of course we will. Don't forget we'll both be joining the Military Police!"
He smiled brightly.
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Memories flashed through my mind as I watched the fire rise and burn bright. I couldn't help but look away wishing all of this a dream.
You and your smile were the things that kept me going. Now, looking back at the fire, there wasn't a possibility where I could see that again. A pain in my chest told me that this is real. The flames burn through you and I'm filled with regret.
