Jean has his arm hooked over your shoulders, walking around and showing you off with pride and a big ego as if you were a trophy because, to him, you were. You're gorgeous inside and outside, in more ways than one, so why should he keep your beauty locked away from the world? Your little cheerleader skirt flows along with every step of your foot, swaying from side to side, back and forth, while Jean basks in all his tall, football player glory, grinning smugly at everyone that passes him in the hallway, unless it's one of his silly frat boy friends.

"You're so short, y'know that? So tiny," Jean says in a lighthearted tone, obviously just teasing you, evident by the way he gently pats your head and chuckles under his breath loud enough for you to hear it. Even though you know he's only teasing, he's not wrong; you and Jean have a very clear height difference, not that it's surprising, considering he is a football player and you're his sweet, little cheerleader.