promcoming: part 3

The DJ, biology teacher Mx. Zoe, changes the song again, playing the Monster Mash for the 3rd time that night.

Jean works his way through the crowd of sweaty teenagers and makes an attempt to smoothly integrate himself into Eren, Mikasa, and Armin's circle. He considers, briefly, simply walking up and striking up a conversation with them. However, deciding that he would rather not reveal to Eren that he was seeking their company, he chooses instead to take up a position near them and dance by himself, waiting for them to notice him. "Yeah. Yeah," he thinks to himself, "That way, I won't seem desperate. Yeah...



...I'm definitely going to have the upper hand in this social exchange."

"Hi, Jean." says Armin, almost instantly.
"Hi Jean." says Mikasa.
"What do you want, Jean." says Eren.



"Oh, Eren, ha ha! And Mikasa, and Armin! What are you guys doing here?" Jean stammers through a gritted-toothed smile.

"Dancing," Mikasa replies bluntly, "it's prom." Jean laughs louder than is appropriate or necessary.

"Aha, right, right, duh, yeah, that's cool. You look great by the way."

"Thanks."

"So uh, what are you guys up to? Are you having fun? How's the punch? You know, I heard someone might be planning on slipping something in it a little later on, so this party might get a little more interesting, if you know what I mean. You know, I heard at the Maria High prom, somebody-"

Jean's rambling trails off as he catches sight of something that makes his blood boil.



There, not 20 feet away from him, were the very people he was trying to avoid.
Dazz is looking at Marco with disgusting adoration, his hand inching dangerously close to Marco's hindquarters. Jean's fists clench and his teeth grit even harder and he has never, ever in his life felt more jealous than he does right now, at least not since 7th grade when he sat behind Eren and Mikasa in algebra class and had to watch him braiding her hair during class. He was about to try to just turn his head away and do his best to ignore them, but just then, he noticed…



Oh. God. Dazz had shifted his gaze. That wrinkly little bastard was looking right at Jean, smiling smugly over Marco's shoulder as he swayed around with HIS best friend.

That was it.



Jean was going to do something drastic.