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.
"Of course not. I just have better things to do than bicker with a stubborn guy like that."
There was silence for a while, almost as if Marco was deep in thought about what he should say next.
"...Are you sure about that?"
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"He's mad at me! I know it!"
Eren slumped over his desk, a defeated sigh falling from his lips as he groaned; his face resting against the wood.
That was the only explanation for Jean practically avoiding him. Was it because he beat him at Donkey Kong at the arcade this past weekend? Was it because he asked Jean to buy him ramen? He promised he'd pay him back.
"I honestly don't think that's the reason," Armin muttered as he sat at his own desk, not bothering to look up at Eren as he tried to finish up an assignment before lunch started.
"Than what could it be?!"
Armin reminded himself that one, Eren was as dramatic as ever, especially when it came to Jean, and two, he couldn't go telling Eren why Jean was acting so different in the first place.
"Why don't you just go ask him yourself if you're that worried about it?"
It was about time the two of them faced their feelings anyway, and Armin was slowly getting annoyed by the whole ordeal anyway.
"Yeah... but I was supposed to meet up with Historia today at lunch..."
Armin glanced up from his assignment just as the bell for lunch rang. Eren seemed hesitant as if he didn't necessarily want to go.
So, what was it that Eren wanted to do?
Or more importantly, who was it that Eren wanted?
"What's more important to you right now?"
It was like Eren didn't even have to think about it as he pushed himself up from his desk, not bothering to grab his lunch as he headed towards the door.
"Wheres J-"
"He's on the rooftop with Marco having lunch," Armin muttered as he turned his attention back to his assignment as he quickly finished it up and put it away.
Seriously, those two really were dumb.
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'...Are you sure about that?'
Jean had a bite of food in his mouth as he turned to look at Marco with a puzzled look.
What did he mean by that?
Finishing his bite, Jean set his lunch down and sighed.
Was Marco trying to tell him something? If that was the case he should just blatantly come out and say it to him.
"What do you mean, Marco?"
The freckled boy looked down at his own lunch, fiddling with his omelet as he shrugged.
"I think you think you hide your feelings better than you really do."
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Eren headed towards the rooftop, climbing the stairs as he started to hear two voices coming from the rooftop. Was that them? That means he made it in time.
Thank God.
Perfect! Armin was right, both Jean and Marco were having lunch on the roof. Now all he had to do was open the door and-
"I'm not hiding any kind of feelings, I don't know what you're trying to point out," Jean muttered, his heart beating against his chest rapidly, trying to keep his cool as he started to eat his lunch again.
Damn, he really should have been more careful, had he really been so careless with his feelings that others were starting to notice?
"Do you really have to make me say it?"
Marco almost sounded annoyed now, his face scrunched up and his lunch almost untouched as it sat on his lap.
Eren on the other hand was practically hiding behind the rooftop door, his ear pressed up against the cold metal, wondering what the two of them were arguing about.
Could it be the reason Jean's been so distant lately?
Feelings? What feelings? Could Jean be upset with someone?
"Fine. I will then."
Marco turned, facing Jean head-on with an annoyed look on his face.
"I'm talking about how you're in love with Eren."