Senior Year [ SNK / EREJEAN ]

Chapter 2

"..And you will have a quiz on this next class."

Jean was snapped out of his reverie by the teacher's sudden voice. 'Goddamnit, next class? That's the day after tomorrow and I have no idea what we just learned... Or was supposed to learn.' The sandy-haired boy let an almost inaudible groan escape from his parted lips, staring down at the blank worksheet he had failed to complete. The only thing he knew was that the quiz was going to be on some graphing.

Immediately, he shot his hand up in the air; despite how he felt Annie's blaming eyes on his back.

"Yes, Mr. Kirschtein?"

"Umm.." Jean gave a goofy grin at Mr. Connolly whilst rubbing the back of his neck in a sheepish manner. "Can I stay after school for extra help?" He could feel himself shrinking under the male teacher's scurtinizing gaze.

A sigh came from the man. "Sure; I don't see why you would need it though. You should be pretty good with math if you're in AP right now, and these are just pre-calculus basics- review, which you should've learned last year, towards the end of the semester." He shrugged, setting down the sheet of math problems he had been holding and taking a seat in his swivel chair.

Jean felt like the entire classes' eyes were on him now, and he even heard a snicker come from what sounded like a boy in the back of the room. Okay, so maybe he shouldn't have pushed himself. Maybe he should've taken Honors Calculus instead. Maybe he should drop this class- "..Alright, thank you, Mr. Connolly." The boy flashed the most genuine smile he could've at the moment, before stuffing everything back into his book bag.

The silence in the class was soon replaced with conversations of all kinds as the students waited for the bell to ring. Mr. Connolly had given up on controlling the volume level at that point, and instead began making plans for his following math classes.

Jean rolled his eyes when he heard most of the girls- except for Annie, but that wasn't surprising- discussing what dresses they were going to buy. Oh, yes. Homecoming was in less than a month. Jean did not plan to go, as he didn't have a date and did not wish to just stand around with his friends. The last time he had been to any school dance of some sort was his freshmen year, when he actually dated Sasha Braus for a couple of months. They ultimately broke up because Sasha began seeing another guy- Connie Springer. To this day, their senior year, Sasha and Connie have still been together.

Jean was now even more disgusted; more at himself, though. He wiped all thoughts of his ex out of his mind before the bell rang. Every student sprang up and fought for the exit like a herd of wild buffalos.

'Couple more months and I'll be done with this entirely, thank god,' Jean reassured himself, already developing a strong case of senior-itis. He waited until most of the faster students had exited before leaving himself, heading for his next class.

Sadly, it was Honors Physics with Jaeger.

That was the only thing Eren wasn't good at- anything science-related. Otherwise, Jean knew the brunet would've been in an AP science class. Hell, he probably takes AP Lunch too.

As he walked down the hallway, he could not see Armin or any of his other friends either. Just to be a jerk and avoid getting into class early so he wouldn't have to see Eren's face (the dork was usually always early to class), Jean ducked into the nearby bathroom. He walked to the mirror in the farthest corner of the cramped area that the school called a "bathroom", and pretended to fix his hair. All the while, his eyes were focused on the entrance reflected in the mirror behind him, watching for any familiar faces.

Apparently, Jean was not very lucky today.

A blur of brown hair flashed by, and there was Eren, standing two sinks away from him.

"What are you doing here?" Jean scoffed, simply pissed at the fact that the German boy had decided to just show up in that exact bathroom at that exact moment- now ruining the rest of his day.

Eren snapped around on his heels, his turquoise orbs focusing directly onto Jean. "I didn't know I wasn't allowed to use the bathroom?" He retorted, his thick eyebrows knitting together in anger.

"No, you are... Just not the bathroom I'm in," Jean combed a hand through his hair, glancing at the mirror from his peripheral vision before crossing his arms, facing Eren.

"What kind of shitty rule is that?" The shorter boy took a step forward, clenching his hands into tight fists. "You don't own this damn school, you know? Or are you just delusional?" He tilted his head at the other, as if issuing a challenge.

Jean was now getting very flustered. He could feel his own face heat up and turn red with the amount of rage that was building up in his body at that point. "You..." He refused to back down even when Eren took another step closer to him, drastically reducing the distance between the two. "Fuck you, Jaeger,"

The other boy chuckled. "That was weak.." He jabbed at Jean's chest with his index finger; however, it wasn't enough to cause the taller male sufficient pain. "..Jeanny-boy."

"Weak? What's weak was that poke." A short, deep laugh erupted from the back of Jean's throat. Before Eren had time to blink- or reply with another lame comeback- Jean had rushed towards the brunet and slammed him against the bathroom wall, pinning him down by the shoulder. This was one advantage he had over Eren- strength and agility from all the sports he did in his free time.

"It's going down, Jaeger."

[ AN: I'M YELLING TIMBEEEERRRR ]