𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖, Jean Kirstein.

𝟏𝟓. consequences

"It's okay, thank you for picking me up." You smiled at him. "It's no problem, anytime for you." He winked, and you giggled in response. Connie couldn't help but snicker as he saw the smile on your face drop to a shocked one. "So, I heard through the grapevine that Jean and you are getting all hot with each other," he said with a sly grin.

The room suddenly felt uncomfortably hot, and you couldn't believe what you were hearing. "Oh my god. Don't tell me he told everyone," you said, blinking harshly as you tried to process the situation. "No, no. He just told me. We're best friends, believe it or not, we do tell each other things."

As you let out a deep breath, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. You were thankful that Jean had kept quiet about the situation and had not gone around telling everyone. However, you couldn't help but wonder if it would have been better if he had told Eren instead of Connie. After all, Connie had a reputation for being a bit of a gossip, while Eren was more trustworthy and discreet. As much as you loved Connie and would trust him with your life, you wouldn't trust him not telling everyone your juicy secrets.
"Oh really?" you snickered at his proud demeanour. "Yes. Jean and I have been best friends since college, he tells me everything."

You turn to Connie with a sarcastic tone and say, "Wow, he trusts you that much. No way?" Your friend chuckles and looks at you, "Damn, Y/N? You don't trust me?" The light turns green and he starts driving again. You try to lighten the mood and joke, "I'm terrified sitting in the car with you."
He responded with the same level of sarcasm as you did and said, "I am going to intentionally crash now." You might have found his response amusing as he seemed to have taken your sarcastic comment in stride and replied with a witty retort, "Sounds great." You laughed.

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Connie pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot. "Let Sasha know I've arrived. I'll wait for you both to get ready and then we can head to my place."

You nodded, "Sure thing. I'll be quick."

"Perfect," Connie said with a chuckle, unlocking the car for you to exit. "See you soon," you replied, a smile spreading across your face, eager for the evening ahead.

You made your way to your apartment and unlocked the door, you shouted down the hallway to Sasha letting her know you were home and that Connie was downstairs. "Okay!" She cheerfully shouted back. You walk into your room and open your closet to find an outfit. You chose a relaxed yet stylish outfit for the game night. Swapping out your work attire, you slipped into a pair of straight-legged baggy jeans that hugged your hips just right. On top, you wore a soft grey crop top that complemented the jeans perfectly. Slipping your feet into your classic-old Converse high-tops, you added a touch of sparkle with delicate jewellery around your neck and on your fingers. You took your hair out of its confined ponytail and brushed it out, you grabbed your hair curlers and turned them on. You placed them carefully down onto your heat-proof matt and peeked your head out of your door to call for Sasha. She swiftly made her way out of her room towards you, she couldn't help but admire her cute outfit. She wore a tight long-sleeved dark-green top, completing it with a pair of low-waist boot-cut jeans with a pair of cowboy boots. "You look pretty," you smiled at her, and she returned the same smile. "So do you, babycakes," She returned the compliment.
You giggled at her nickname, walking over to your vanity, and sitting down in the chair for Sasha to curl your hair.

Sasha had a playful grin on her face as she picked up the hair curler. "So, are you excited to see Jean?" she asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously. The mere mention of his name caused a faint blush to spread across your cheeks as you replied, "I'm very excited." Sasha chuckled, then began to expertly curl your hair. As she worked, she couldn't resist teasing you a little. "So, how was it the other night?" she asked, winking at you in the mirror. You bit your lip, your mind drifting back to the memories of what had happened that night. "It was nice," you replied softly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "It was just nice? Come on, Y/N. You've got to tell me more than that." She continued to tease you, curious to know the juicy details of your night.