❦One More Chance❦ (Jean Havoc)

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A cloud of smoke surrounded me.

I coughed, trying to clean my throat. I lifted my head and glared at the person that had formed the cloud of smoke; Jean Havoc. Jean looked at me apologetically, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry about that, Lexi” Jean said. I continued to glare at him. I extended my arm towards him, waving my hand in a manner that said ‘give it.’ Jean’s face fell. “Oh come on, Lexi. I just lit this one” Jean said. I groaned at him.

“Jean, now” I said seriously. Jean continued to look at me until my glare intensified. Jean held out his hands in front of him, in a defensive manner.

“Alright, alright, I’ll give them to you” Jean said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes and gave the pack to me. He took the one from his mouth, looked at it sadly, and then put it out on the ground. “Jezz, Lex, if you keep this up you’re going to have your own personal smoke shop” Jean said, chuckling. I gave Jean a smile.

“Well, if you would just quit or not smoke around me I wouldn’t have my own personal smoke shop” I said to Jean. I threw Jean’s pack of cigarettes into the air, snapped my fingers, and turned his pack of cigarettes into ash using my lightening alchemy. Jean let out a small cry.

“What did you do that for?” Jean asked. I smirked at him.

“I just felt like seeing the look on your face when I did that” I said, still smirking. Jean glared.

“Is that what you do to all my packs of cigarettes that you take from me?” Jean asked. I nodded my head. Jean’s face fell. “Lexi” Jean said, his voice turning serious. My eyebrow rose.

“Yes Jean-dear?” I asked, using his girlfriend’s nickname for him. In truth I hated calling him that; it was like an insult towards me than towards him.

To be honest, I’ve liked Jean for as long as I could remember. But I never made a move because I hate making the first move. So I just sit back and watch as Jean goes for the wrong girls and gets his heart broken, either that or Roy steals them.

Wrong? Yes it is, but here’s the thing. Jean and I have tried to date; we were doing well until Jean cheated on me. I never saw Jean as a cheater, never though he would have it in his heart to cheat. But he did. He really crushed me. And ever since that day I’ve been treating him differently, not horribly, but differently.

In truth, I miss him, a lot. I miss us.

I sighed heavily. Jean was still giving me a serious look. I took the stack of papers that I was working on, put them together neatly, and stood up. Jean gave me a questionable look. “Going somewhere?” Jean asked. I couldn’t look at him. Every time I thought about us, about missing him, I just wanted to cry.

But I don’t. I promised myself that I wouldn’t show Jean how vulnerable that I am when it comes towards him. “I have a headache” I said. I turned around and walked out of Roy’s office.

Even though I’m a higher rank than Roy, I still come to his office and hang out with everyone and do my work there. I feel more comfortable there than I do around the fuehrer. I was walking, mindlessly, towards the entrance to the military headquarters to leave, until I crashed into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry” I said quickly. But as soon as it left my mouth, I wanted to take it back.

It was Jean’s girlfriend. She was smiling at me in a way that sent shivers down my entire body. Every barrior that I have instantly went up. It was always like this when she came around. “Lexi, right?” she asked. I pretended that I wasn’t wary or her and smiled.

“Yeah” I said. She continued to smile.

“Can you show me where Jean works? I’m afraid that I’m lost” she asked. I couldn’t help it, but I laughed. I don’t trust this woman; every fiber of my being doesn’t trust her. And I hate the fact that she and Jean are dating and she wants me to show her the way towards him? Oh, this is my lucky day. Not.

“Sure, follow me” I said. I turned back around and walked back towards Roy’s office.

The sky outside turned dark, the lightening started to flash across the sky. “Looks like a storm is coming” Jean’s girlfriend said. I looked back at her and grinned.

“Something like that” I said. When in truth it always gets like this when I’m pissed or upset.

I’m the lightening alchemist. I control lightening and everything that connects to it. So when I get pissed or upset it shows, through the weather. As we continued to walk towards Roy’s office where Jean was at the storm outside got even more violent, becoming more and more dangerous as each second past. The lights in the building started to flicker. Cracks and flicks of lightening started to form around me.

I stopped outside of Roy’s door and opened it. I noticed that everyone was staring outside. I cleared my throat. Everyone stared at me questionably. I could tell that they knew that this storm was from me. “You’re girlfriends here, Jean” I said, my voice cold as ice. I quickly turned around, bumping into Jean’s girlfriend; almost knocking her down, and continued walking until I got to my apartment.

What they say about lightening alchemist is true; we have tempers.

I was lying on my couch, watching TV, when a knock came to my door. I groaned loudly, turned off the TV, stood up, and walked to the door. “Jean” I said, questionably when I saw who it was. Jean was giving me a worried look. I don’t see why, the storm has calmed. It was just like it was earlier, nice and sunny out.

“Is there something wrong, Lexi?” Jean asked me. His voice was more serious than I have even heard it be. I gave him a questionable look.

“No why?” I asked. Jean’s face grew more serious.

“Don’t lie to me, Lexi. I saw that storm and the entire military headquarters is out of electricity because of it” Jean said. I gave out a small chuckle.

“So does that mean no more work for today?” I asked. Jean let out a sigh.

“You’re changing the subject” Jean said. I sighed.

“Come in” I said. I walked out of the way for Jean so that he could come inside. I shut the door behind him and walked back over to my couch, sitting on it. “Don’t you have a date?” I asked. Jean walked over towards me and sat down next to me on the couch.

“I did, but I cancelled” Jean said. I looked over at him, my eyebrow raised.

“Oh?” I said, questionably. Jean leaned back on the couch and looked up at my ceiling.

“Yeah, Roy made me realize something” Jean said. I chuckled.

“Roy made you realized something?” I asked in a joking manner. Jean looked at me. He was being serious. I rolled my eyes. “Okay, what exactly did Roy make you notice?” I asked. Jean didn’t say anything. He continued to stare at me. It was making me uncomfortable.

“He made me realize that I made the biggest mistake of my life when I cheated on you with her” Jean said. My entire body tensed. My heart stopped for a moment and then restarted, going faster than it was seconds ago. I looked away from Jean and at my window, looking outside.

“Everyone makes mistakes, Jean” I said quietly. Jean sighed.

“I know that, but what I did was something that should of never happened” Jean said. I looked back at Jean. His face was so longer serious. It was sad, hurt, crushed, everything that I’ve never seen on Jean. I’ve never seen him this hurt. His eyes had tears forming in them. I’ve never seen him cry either. I didn’t know what to say. I was at loss for words. I noticed Jean scoot closer to me until our legs touched. Jean cupped my face and pulled me towards him. “Can you ever forgive me, Lexis?” Jean asked, using my full name. A small smile formed on my lips.

He cheated on me. It was wrong and it hurt like hell when he did it.

But what can a second chance honestly hurt?

“I’ll give you one more chance” I said. Jean smiled. He pulled me the rest of the way towards him until our lips touched. It was sweet and gently, everything that I remember. But there was more to this kiss than there was the last time that we kissed.

“I love you, Lexis” Jean said as he broke the kiss and looked at me seriously.

“I love you too, Jean” I said. Now I realized what was so different about this kiss from the last one.

It was full of love.

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