Jean had been contemplating the thought of confessing or not.
Actually, he had been raking his brain since the day Eren mentioned Historia confessing to him on what he should do. It probably would be easier if he had someone to confide in, but if Jean were, to be honest, he didn't have anyone who he had the confidence in to keep it a secret, and not judge him.
Maybe he was being too pessimistic about it.
On one hand, if he didn't confess or do something soon Eren might accept Historia's feelings, and if that were the case Jean would be emotionally suffering till the end of time.
Alone, but god he would never confide in anyone about what he was thinking, let alone feeling.
But, if he were to confess and Eren rejected him- which was the most likely case, he would have ruined their friendship, embarrassed himself, and made the rest of his high school life miserable. (Which granted, was only one year left anyways, but that was beside the point.)
Just what was he going to-
"Jean!"
He turned, looking up from his desk to meet eyes with Marco, who had a concerning look on his face.
"Yeah?
"I've been calling your name for five minutes. It's lunchtime."
"Oh.."
Jean must have been completely in his head if he didn't even hear Marco calling him.
An embarrassed laugh fell from his lips as he pushed himself up from his desk, offering the other an apologetic look.
"Sorry...my head been other places today. Rooftop again?" He asked as he dragged his feet to his backpack to pull his lunch out.
"I noticed... has something been bothering you?"
Marco's voice was soft, eyes caring watching him carefully, like always as he grabbed his own lunch and started to head out of the classroom.
"You usually have a remark for everything...but you've been pretty quiet lately, if not all week."
Jean hummed, thinking about if what Marco said was true. He guessed he was a bit more quiet than usual, though he didn't think it was that noticeable.
Yet again, he has been a bit distant- more for his own sanity than anything else.
"Sorry- yeah, I've had some things on my mind. Don't worry about it."
Marco furrowed his brows as they headed up the stairs to the roof to have lunch, his eyes watching Jean as if he wasn't convinced at all.
"..Did you and Eren fight again?"
Jean flinched before sitting down, back pressed against the metal bars of the roof. Fight? The two of them? What would give Marco that kind of idea?
"And what makes you think that?"
Marco shrugged, following suit as he sat beside Jean and started to unpack his lunch.
"Usually the two of you are constantly bickering and teasing each other, but you guys have been...keeping distance from each other?"
Damn.
Jean didn't realize that he was letting last weekend affect him as much as it was.
He'd have to try twice as hard; the last thing he needed was someone else finding out what was really going on.
