"𝐈 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡."

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On the first day of the semester, Jean saw new faces. Some looked like they had traveled from across states, maybe towns too. The only thing that felt familiar was his big group of friends, who he had loved since they got close on a random day in high school. But they were older now–adults, college participants, a weird promise of 'bros before hoes'. Memorizing the layout of the buildings and the campus he'd attend too, for the next few years of his life was tedious.

Around 10 in the morning, Jean arrived at his photography class. He wasn't an anxious person to be around… "New", so he skimmed the large lecture room for a seat, but that's when he saw you. An angel that's in a back row seat, completely unbothered and unaware of how gorgeous you were. Jean was struck, truly, and being the cocky person he was? He'd go make an appearance.

"Hey. Can I be beside you?" Jean said, respectfully. That sweet smile of yours, Jean assumed, welcoming, and he was right. "You can, it's free," you said. Jean smiled back, getting comfortable in the space of a girl he was immediately interested in. "Thank you, what's your name?" he said. And from then, you made conversation. Light, felt full and damn was Jean stupidly in love. But when it comes to gorgeous girls–they always have a plus one. "So… excuse me if I'm overstepping but, do you have a boyfriend?" He said, You weren't offended, still sugary sweet, as you replied: "I do."

Jean raised an eyebrow at that, glancing around, "I don't see him anywhere." You got a little shy and tried to reassure Jean he'd be here soon. "Well… can I keep company until then?" Jean said, and you hesitated but nodded eventually.

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Class commenced, no boyfriend showed. Jean proposed hanging out—still no boyfriend. Just a text that explained your lover didn't feel well and skipped the day. "Kind of a crap move, huh?" Jean said, and you felt dejected defending your boyfriend nonetheless. "You know.. If you ever get tired of That. You can always call me," Jean said, the two of you leaving the café as he held the door. You laughed, waving it off as innocent, but Jean was serious. "Could give me your number. If you're up to it," he said, you tensed but calmed down. "For studying. Only." And that's when you exchange numbers. From then on, you find yourself always running for Jean when your boyfriend bails on you. Neglecting, but jean was infiltrating your heart. Your love slowly shifting to him. Soon enough, Jean was no longer a shoulder to cry on, he was something more intimate.

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That was until the group was invited to a frat party. It was towards midnight. Jean was buzzed—still sober. Eren had a high tolerance for drinks, so he was a free man. Guiding the group to the basement. He later on introduced you to his friends: they were happy, curious, cool people. But jean? He was slightly hurt. He didn't know you and Eren had relations, and you didn't know he was best friends with Eren.

He couldn't be mad, no. Jean had a 'I don't care about your boyfriend' attitude when you first met. It wasn't your fault, but he could feel himself getting irritated as Eren talked.

The moment passed, you were nervous to even say anything to jean. "I didn't know.. you were with him. I'm stupid for not asking since the start—I'm sorry. Jesus." He muttered, with a tired sigh.