Some weeks later.....
I hadn't spoken with Jean since that morning. Though it bothered me as to why he was so-.. nice to me. It shouldn't make me worry this much over something so small.
Walking from my shared room to the dining hall, a large room with closed windows. 'First one..' I thought with a sigh. I was always here first, every morning because I didn't want to walk witht he crowd of people coming in from their rooms.
Someone stepped loudly behind me, loud enough to make me jump and spin to see who. Jean. I exhaled, glad it was him and not Thomas.
"Clam down, it's just me." he laughed at me slightly, causing a blush to cover my cheeks.
"Haha, that was so hilarious." I rolled my eyes at him. Jean's smug little smile dropped at me being rude for once in my life.
"You feeling alright, Mar-"
I cut him off before he had time to finished. "Just fine, don't worry about catching 'disease'." I spat the words I use to hear from Thomas. "Now run along and find Thomas before he throws you out like trash because you were near me."
That old saying, 'Speak of the Devil and he shall come.' is a true statement. Just as his name left my mouth I saw his annoying blonde head appear from around the corner. The world hated me much more than I thought. Even his little groupies were with him. Bertolt and Reiner, both were larger asses than Jean could ever be.
"Trying to get in Jean's pants, Coco?" Thomas sneered at him.
"Screw off, 'Tommy', Take Kirschtein with you." I couldn't help but glare at him. As much as I hated to get in fights, I really wanted to punch him in the face.
"Aw, wouldn't like that, Buttercup?" he batted his eyelashes at me. I fucking hated him, but before I could speak, Jean interjected.
"Lay off, it's not even noon yet, Thomas." he hissed, catching both myself and the trio off guard.
"Taking up for the little bitch now are we?"
"He's not doing a damn thing to you, just leave him alone." Jean wedged himself between Thomas and myself. It took me a few moments to realize he was trying to protect me from the blonde bastard.
"Jean... It's fine." I exhaled, glancing over to where I normally met with Christa and her friend, Ymir. "Really, just drop it."
I turned and left the squad to whatever they planned on doing because I wanted no part in whatever it was. I must've looked upset otherwise Christa wouldn't have spoken.
"Everything okay, Marco?" she raised a light blonde eyebrow at me.
"Nothing." I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck before giving her a smile. "Lemme grab my plate and I'll meet you at the table."
Once I got my breakfast, I couldn't help but find myself staring at Jean. It wasn't like me to actually keep looking at someone who probably hated me. My eyes dropped back onto my plate, I barely had touched any of it since I got it. "I'm gonna head off to the library for a little while."
I got up and threw away my trash before exiting into the hall. About halfway down the hall toward our library, I heard footsteps falling behind him.
Don't look back. Just don't look back, Marco.
The footsteps sped up before I could, a hand yanking back into one of the unused hallways.
"Let me go.." I hissed.
"It's just me, Mar." The person answered me.
"Jean?"
"What?"
"What the hell?"
"Thomas was gonna come after you, be glad I just saved your ass from another beat down."
"Well, gee, thanks." My voice dripped with sarcasm. "Can I go tot he library now? Petra is waiting on me to come keep sort books since I promised her last week I would."
He sighed and let me go. "Fine, just-.. be careful, Mar."
I nodded, not sure what to say, then stepped around him. It has been three years since he called me Mar.
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FanfictionPresent Day Philadelphia, in the small town of Trost. Marco Bodt came out being gay and that has made his life turn for the worse. It was bad enough he was already weird, now everyone is taking pleasure by making fun of him. Though he has a few frie...
