Senior Year [ SNK / EREJEAN ]

Chapter 6

Last period seemed to drag on forever, and Eren spent most of the time listening to rumors being spread around about what had happened in the boys' bathroom. When the bell finally rang, Eren almost raced out of the classroom - with all of his missed work finished, which was nothing less than a miracle - and headed for the student parking lot. With his free arm that wasn't full of textbooks, the brunet reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his car keys - well, technically, his parents'. He hadn't raised enough money to actually get his own car yet, for he had to save up for college and such.

There was even more whispering in the hallway about the 'situation' that day - which caused Eren to grow extremely flustered as he pushed past people on his way to his parked car. When he arrived - there was a 'surprise' waiting for him. There was Jean, leaning on the hood of his car.

"The hell are you doing here?" Eren almost did a double-take, crossing his arms as he glared at the taller boy.

Jean scoffed, rolling his eyes and adjusting his position. "Is that the proper way to greet someone whom you just gave a blowjob to?"

At that statement, Eren was the one to roll his eyes - after flipping off Jean, of course. "Get off my car," He opened the drivers' seat door, climbing in and buckling the seatbelt. Afterwards, Eren inserted the key into the ignition and started the engine, scowling through the window at Jean - who was relentless; still leaning against the hood. "I swear to god I will run you over if you don't get off right now, horseface." Eren's foot hovered above the gas pedal, in an almost intimidating manner.

The slightest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of Jean's lips, "Nah, you love me too much to do that." - which was totally not true. Eren would've probably ran over Jean, if people didn't have to go to jail for committing murder.

"Look here, buddy. I want to get home, and you're in my way, so would you please get off my car - very simple, no?"

"Not really."

And with that statement from Jean, Eren hit the gas pedal lightly - giving the boy outside a little nudge with the car. "Get off."

"Shit, Eren, you totally got me there!" Jean waved his hands in the air mockingly, pretending to be scared. He had only moved about an inch, in reality.

The brunet groaned out of frustration, putting his foot on the gas pedal again - this time, giving Jean more of a push. "This is your final warning, Kirschtein." He rolled down the window, tilting his head out and staring at Jean.

"I'll get off... Only if you let me go to your house today," Jean smirked; this time, actually sitting on top of Eren's car - earning a few curses out of the brunet.

Eren's heart raced at the request - why in the world would Jean want to go to his house? To hangout? To study? Pfft, I doubt he ever studies, what with those terrible grades. "Fine -but only for a while, because my parents get home in a few hours." He was a bit surprised that he actually agreed to it, but his brain wasn't functioning properly at the moment - it was more of his heart that was doing the work. And with that, Eren unlocked the passengers' side door. "Get in."

Jean's smirk gradually shifted into a goofy smile. He hopped off the hood of the car, and climbed into the passengers' seat. "Thanks," He murmured as he buckled the seatbelt, turning to meet Eren's gaze.

"Don't thank me. That's gross." Eren actually stepped on the gas pedal this time, backing out of the parking lot and onto the main roads. He turned on the radio - cheesy pop love songs blasting out of it. Even more gross, he thought to himself as he kept his eyes on the road in front of him - trying to avoid making eye contact with Jean at all costs.