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A few weeks had gone by since the party.
Eren and Jean only seemed to get closer and closer as time passed by. Thankfully, Marco had Armin to talk to whenever Eren and Jean's relationship was too overwhelming.
Marco had confided to Armin about his possible feelings for Jean, to which the blond seemed to understand.
"I know what it's like to have feelings for someone you can't have," he had said.
Marco had attempted several times to get closer to Jean but their conversations seemed to conist only of Eren, or what Jean and Eren did together, or how good Eren's ass was, or something like that.
"Kirschtein, who assassinated president James Garfield?" Marco snapped out of his thoughts, turning his attention to Jean. He was fumbling in his seat; he obviously didn't know the answer.
"Charles Guiteau," Marco breathed out quietly so that Jean could hear.
"Guiteau," Jean repeated.
"Next time you'd ought to let him answer for himself, Bodt. I'll see you two after class." Jean sighed and rolled his eyes.
When class was over, both boys stayed behind, walking over to Mr. Smith's desk.
"Kirschtein, Bodt," he started. "I don't like to correct either of you in class but you need to respect the rules I have." They nodded. "I want you both in here for detention at the end of the day. Alright?"
"Yes, sir." Jean answered immediately and Marco nodded along.
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Lunch had finally rolled around and Marco was very grateful for that. He was lucky enough to have lunch with most of his friends; Armin, Eren, Jean, Reiner. Reiner was always uncomfortable without his boyfriend and often left halfway through lunch to talk sports with some of his friends on the football team.
Today wasn't any different other than the fact that Eren and Jean seemed to be sitting awfully close. In fact, Marco was surprised one of the lunch supervisors hadn't said something to them yet. Eren basically sitting in Jean's lap was PDA, right? Marco cleared his throat.
"So, Jean and I got detention today," he attempted to make conversation. It was the first thing that came to mind. Armin gasped quietly.
"Oh, Marco, that's terrible," the blonde said.
"I've never gotten detention before," Marco admitted.
"I haven't either," Armin looked down, suddenly embarrassed. "Eren, what's it like?" Eren was suddenly pulled out of his stupor, turning to pay attention to the other two boys who sat across.
"What's what like?" he asked, jumping slightly before Jean laughed softly. "Jean, stop that!" he giggled, resulting in Armin to look rather unimpressed.
"God," Reiner said, "why don't you too fuck already? Oh, wait," he chuckled and Jean smirked. Marco stabbed at his lunch rather bitterly.
"Yeah, yeah, Reiner. You'd be all over him too if you had a piece of his sweet ass." Jean joked, kissing Eren's jaw.
"Oh Jean, shut up." Eren laughed, his emerald green orbs disappearing momentarily behind his closing eyelids. "Oh, I almost forgot!" they sprung open. "Jean and I actually have something to tell you guys."
"Oh, well this ought to be good." Marco rolled his eyes. Whatever the brunette was excited about had to be really important for his eyes to light up like that. Armin, the genius he is, had already put it all together.
"You guys are dating, aren't you?" he blurted out. Eren's eyes widened as his smile grew.
"Armin, how'd you--oh never mind, it's you we're talking about. Yeah, Armin, you're absolutely right! Jean is my boyfriend." Marco felt a tug at his gut as he watched Eren and Jean proudly link their fingers together.
"Good luck," Marco mumbled quietly. However, he wasn't quiet enough to go unheard.
"What the fuck was that, Bodt?" Marco glared up at Jean, a bitter smile creeping onto his lips.
"I said, good luck." At that, Jean stood up rather angrily, pulling Eren along with him.
"We don't need your good luck because we're fucking good for each other." Jean spat. Eren's eyes widened as he watched the interaction between his boyfriend and the freckled boy. Marco lowered his head, unable to make eye contact with Jean. He had really fucked up.
"Um, Jean-"
"We're leaving, Eren." Eren nodded, pecking Jean's cheek before hurriedly collecting his things and waving a goodbye to his friends. Marco frowned quietly, burying his head in his hands
"Well, fuck," Reiner said with a throaty chuckle. "I'm glad I decided to stay this time."
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Marco walked into detention, uncomfortably.
"Take a seat," Mr. Smith commanded. Marco sat at a desk placed near the center of the class. It wasn't his seat, typically, but he felt that sitting at the very front wasn't a wonderful idea. "You can work on any work that you have, quietly." Marco nodded and unpacked his homework.
Shortly after starting his English essay, Jean stumbled in.
"Sit down, Kirschtein." Jean obeyed the order, grabbing a seat near Marco and pulling out his homework. He'd obviously been in detention before. "Keep working. I have to go make copies down the hall." Mr. Smith stood and exited the room.
They worked in silence for a bit longer until Jean broke the silence.
"I'm sorry for flipping out on you earlier today."
Marco looked up up from his work and smiled softly at Jean. "It's alright. I'm sorry I was a bit of an ass." He looked down, blushing slightly. Jean shook his head.
"You weren't an ass. I overreacted. I don't want things to be awkward or bad between us. I really do care about you as a friend."
Marco nodded, "agreed. So, friends?" He held out his hand and Jean laughed before taking it and shaking it.
"You weirdo."