From Two Different worlds [Reader Insert]

Chapter 9

"Sorry," you mumbled before letting his hand go.

"No, it's fine."

Awkward silence grew amongst the two of you while Marco was just happy that you were getting along.

He truly is an angel, both literally and metaphorically.

That's how it works, right?

The three of you started walking around the grounds until it was time to continue the whole ODM thing. Jean mainly talked about himself, on how everything was easy so far and that it would be a breeze for him to reach the top ten. Marco complimented the horse and talked about how much he wanted to work under the king. You quietly followed them around and just listened, not really finding a way to contribute to the conversation. That was until Marco decided to ask you what regiment you were planning on joining.

"Who me?" you asked.

"Who else?" retorted the horse.

Marco furrowed his brows at Jean, "no need to be mean," he then looked down at you. "But yeah, what are you planning on joining?"

You scratched the back of your neck feeling a bit nervous, "I'm thinking of joining the Scouts, it sounds weird I know but-" your sentence was cut short because the copper-haired boy started choking on air.

"Wait, you're just like the suicidal bastard?" he asked after recovering from his little, 'near-death' experience. You simply smacked his arm to the sudden comparison of you and bombastic. "What it's true, everyone who joins the Survey Corps just has a death wish," he shrugged his shoulders as you gave him a blank expression.

"Okay whatever, I mean you're just a boot licker. Well, both of you in a sense," you replied crossing your arms and avoiding their gazes. You couldn't help but comment, "if you want to be a pig so bad just find the closest puddle of mud and roll on it." They both looked at you with shocked expressions. One because you called them a pig. The other because he sees working as an MP as a huge honor, only for a girl to bash on them. Marco opened his mouth about to ask if you were sure about what you said. Though you didn't let him speak, "I said what I said and I'm not repeating myself. Still mad about how one of them tried putting me in an orphanage and to the fact they called me an animal fuck-"

"Being an MP has a lot of advantages, living a safe life inside the wall, eating meat, having everything," Jean started with a desperate look, "unlike the scouts who-"

"That's it, Jean! I'm done being the bigger person. I'll fucking bite you, deadass," you stood in front of the tallboy and poked his chest as a threat. But his expression showed that he didn't feel like arguing since you just mentioned biting him along with the fact that you were always finding something to fight about. Or at least that's what you thought. Then there was Marco in the background trying to get both of you to calm the fuck down and not to continue the silly arguments. And also avoid having Jean being bitten by a feral child.

A bell started ringing signaling that it was time to gather up and start the days training or testing. Whatever it is. There was a specific name for it but you forgot it, but who cares?

"You know what, Jeanie? Bet that you're gonna change your mind about the scouts by the time we graduate, bet." you said as the three of you started walking to where you were supposed to go, "I don't know what I'm betting, but I'm betting that for sure."

He simply scoffed as he walked right next to you, "yeah right. As if something is going to change my opinion." You linked arms with him as a way to get his attention, his brown eyes looked down at you.

You simply gave him a smile, "if you do end up sticking with the MPs I'll treat you to some meat, how does that sound?"

The tall young teen, if you can even call him a teen, moved his hair back with a free hand and then smirked confidently, "you're just giving me more of a reason to join the MPs. What if I lose, not that I will, but what would I owe you if I lost?" You raised your free hand and tapped your cheek, thinking of what you could get from the dude.