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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.
What am I thinking...
You shook your head and swung your face towards him with a giggle, saying: "Travolta looked like a total fool in that scene!" You snort, making the playboy gently sigh.
He faced you for a second with that contagious smile of his. "Guess I'll look like a fool for you, Y/n." He scanned your flustered surface from his smooth utterance, and then turned back to the sight of the moving road.
You didn't know what to say. Leaving him without a reply, you circled your gaze back at the mass of tall pine trees passing by out the window. The corners of your mouth slid upwards.
...Why was that cute to me?
"Hey, I'm sorry about before. At the diner when we first met. I was meaning to tell you how I... how I was a total dick. And I know, I know, I still am. I really can't control-"
You cut Jean off by placing your palm on top of the back of his huge hand which was sizes compared to yours. He didn't look to the side at you, but you looked at him.
"It's fine. I mean like, it wasn't fine... but I forgive you I guess. Besides, I think I handled the situation pretty well." You chortled with a hint of a grin, remembering the little slap you gave him back then to put him in his place. Then you went back to humming the 70s song playing on his radio.
𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃: She- she has her hand on mine...
Eren crossed your mind out of nowhere oddly.
How he was either just so hard for you to read in situations, or easy like an open book. How his clear resentment showed within his eyes after you decided on who to ride with.
He was a tease, a puzzle, and just plain bothersome. But most of all, he was intimidating. Intimidating... You didn't forget that one night how he decided to blast his music which made you sleepless for days. He enjoyed aggravating you, and you needed to get back at him.
What better way to ask the devil himself beside you for help? I mean, they both hate each other. There's no harm in asking...
"Hey Jean, I need a favor." You asked without looking at him just yet. There was a short pause after your question, like he was trying to guess on what you were plotting-
"No Y/n! I won't sleep with you, sorry." Jean teased in a robotic-sarcastic tone, you gave him an eye-roll which you're sure he had missed on purpose. He was chuckling until he turned to you and saw the look of irritation on your face.
"Okay okay, sorry, I'm done. A favor, huh? Go on." Jean let you continue on about your inquiry, but you suddenly tensed up.
Gah, why am I nervous all of a sudden? Just spit it out.
"Well, you see... I want to get revenge on Eren." You finally spat out the awaited response, glancing over at Jean who had his eyes and brows raised. He looked over at you skeptically for a moment, causing you to nerve up a little. He's gonna say yes, right?
𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃: Wasn't expecting that. The two have been seeing each other a lot nowadays, that isn't fair...
"What's in it for me?" Jean's deceiving eyes hovered to yours for a second, then back at the road. Typical, coming from a womanizer. Of course he wants something in return...
