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S1-E6: 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖨𝗌 𝖠 𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁

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𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹

Childish. So very childish. All you needed was a ride back home, and now suddenly you have a womanizer heaving in your side view with his red corvette after the green-eyed leather-jacket biker dude rejected your request at first, but then accepted it just because his rival decided to show up?

Either you walk back home, which would... most likely be an hour walk since your house is pretty far from the school, or you mount on one of the boys vehicles. But in preference, your prince/princess charming, Mikasa and Armin will come to save the day, Yay!

I wish, ugh. Whatever, I'll go with...

"Jean, just try not to get in my pants when you're taking me back to my place, got it?" You stated as you walked around Jean's car to enter in by his passenger door. You didn't miss the malicious grin playboy tried to hide after your announcement. A grin saying that he's won.

Eren's hefty scoff was clearly heard under his breath after you decided on who to ride with. His dirty look bore into your pupils through the windshield of Jean's corvette as soon as you hopped inside the car.
Yeah, stay mad Eren.

You observed Eren through the front window as he pulled his helmet back onto his head with mad force, then revived his loud engine, and expelled away in a flash from your view and Jean's. He was obviously pissed off, but for what? He literally denied you the first time...

"Anyways. Do you wanna eat anything before I take you back to your place?" Jean turned to you with a thin sincere smile. You tilted your head towards him and slightly shook your head no with a hesitant curl of your lips, making him nod his head in response and return his eyes back to the front. He started his engine up, driving towards the exit of the school.

His car smelled nice, really nice, mostly because he had one of those scented trees hanging from his rear-view mirror. Everything was perfect actually. The interior of his corvette had comfortable brown leather seats, the sound system was silver, shiny, his car felt and looked like it had been well taken care of and untouched.

Jean had his left hand on the steering wheel, and the other on his stick shift. You couldn't help but peek over at him. His jawline was defined as his focus was purely on the road ahead of him. You noticed how his eyes would occasionally check up on you to see if you were alright and not uncomfortable.

Music was highly needed because the both of you hadn't uttered a single word yet, only hearing the sounds of his tires rolling on the weathered road from the misty conditions. But of course, it's like he read your thoughts. Jean tapped a button on his sound system which right away played that one famous song from Saturday Night fever.

{Highly recommended| 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗕𝗲𝗲 𝗚𝗲𝗲𝘀- 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻' 𝗔𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲}

"Ah, stuck in the disco fever Jean?" You arched a brow with a chuckle. Jean answered you with a high hum, and continued to feel the rhythm of the song playing. You could see his fingers tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the music in the corner of your eye. Well, he has taste.

"Mhm, it's a classic favorite. I'll dance with you to this song one day, like how John Travolta did." Jean nudged your shoulder with a playful set of laughter. You turned to him with narrow eyes and a smirk, confused whether or not he was joking. He probably was. Inevitable, you imagined a scene of the both of you in your head wearing 70s disco outfits, and dancing like idiots together under a bright disco ball.