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promcoming: part 4

Several possible scenarios play out in Jean's head very quickly. He could run over and sock Dazz in the mouth. He could run over and kick Dazz in the shins and THEN sock him in the mouth. Most of these scenarios ended in Dazz getting socked in the mouth.

However, in the heat of his rage and confusion, he did something entirely different.

He wedged in between Eren and Mikasa and began dancing wildly.

"I'M HAVING SUCH A GREAT TIME TONIGHT WITH YOU GUYS! HAHA!" Jean shouts, in a voice that he hopes is loud enough for Dazz and Marco to hear.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?" Eren squawks, as Jean gyrates against him. He shoves the other boy back, huffing indignantly. Jean persists

"SHHHH!" Jean begs him, "Be cool about this, please, I-"

Eren's eyes dart back and forth between him, and where his eyes are fixed, on the couple dancing across the room.

"OH," Eren scoffs, as the pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place, "I understand."

"LOOK, asshole," he continues, "I'm sorry you and your boyfriend are having some kind of LOVER'S SPAT, but just because you COULDN'T GET YOURSELF A DATE DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO COME OVER HERE AND TRY TO USE ME AND MY FRIENDS TO PLAY SOME KIND OF STUPID JEALOUSY GAME WITH-"

Eren stops short when Jean grabs him by the collar of his shirt.

"LOVER'S SPAT? COULDN'T GET A DATE? YOU PIECE OF..." Jean's cheeks and ears feel as though they're on fire. He's sputtering and spitting in Eren's face, trying desperately to think of a retort that would put him back in his place. "I-"

"...I MAY NOT HAVE GOTTEN A DATE, BUT AT LEAST...A-AT LEAST I DIDN'T TAKE...

MY SISTER!"

Gasps all around.

Eren is speechless.

"YOU SLIMY-"

A wild eyed grin spreads across Jean's sweat-drenched face.

"A-AND YOU'RE SUCH A MAMA'S BOY, I BET YOU ASKED HER FIRST, BUT SHE PROBABLY TURNED YOU DOWN, SO YOU HAD TO SETTLE FOR THE NEXT BEST-"

"Jean! Jean!"

Despite the fact that a small crowd had formed around them, in that heated moment, Jean had forgotten anyone else but Eren was around. However, the sound of his name being called snaps him out of it.

"Jean! Hey, buddy, what's happening over here?! What's the problem?"

Current Mood: weird

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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.

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promcoming: part 2

The music blares.

Sweeping his eyes around the room, Jean catches sight of his good friends Reiner Braun and Bertholdt Hoover. The recently Facebook official couple are standing hand in hand near the smoke machines, both dressed in clothes that likely haven't fit them since they were in 8th grade. For a moment, Jean considers going over there to see them, but decides to check out his other options first. The last time he'd hung out with them was at a sleepover a week or two ago, where they had gotten up to some business when they thought Jean had fallen asleep. He hadn't, and he wasn't sure how to act around them while he was still processing the fact he had heard Bertholdt shyly calling his boyfriend "sugar puss." That was just too weird of a thing to hear coming out of that guy. Besides, with the mood he was in Jean would probably end up accidentally calling Reiner dad again.

Standing a little ways from the boys Annie Leonhardt. Jean had assumed she wasn't even going to be here, based on the fact that she made a point of declaring that prom was a joke to anyone who spoke to her about it. Yet here she was, all 5'0 of her, looking as aggressively disinterested in her surroundings as ever. Yikes. No way is Jean going over there. His eyes wander, instead, to the dance floor.

In the center of the room prom queen Christa Renz is dancing with her date Ymir. Or rather, Ymir is dancing, sort of, and Christa appears to be tolerating it with a look of embarassment. Everyone knew Ymir had flooded the ballot box during the Prom Court election (due to the fact that she had mistakenly written her name on half her fake ballots and had hastily attempted to scribble it out before turning them in), but even without her false votes Christa won by a landslide. She had also gotten about a million other invitations to prom (including one from Jean, after Marco fell through; he'd figured he might as well give it a shot), but it seemed Christa had her sights set on Ymir, god knows why. Despite the fact that the two of them seem to be having some sort of, uh, moment, Jean briefly considers heading over there to see if the girls want to hang with him for a little bit. He decides better of it, in the end, though, and continues to look around.

A little ways away from those two Jean spots Eren, Mikasa, and Armin. Eren and Mikasa are swinging around pretty gracefully, for two people dancing in a cafeteria full of sweaty teenagers, and Armin stays pretty close to them, doing a dorky little two-step with his bad self. Jean had never actually seen Mikasa smiling as much as she was now.

Ah, Mikasa. There was a time in Jean's life when he wanted nothing more than to be gently cradled in her extraordinarily muscular arms. That ship had sailed, though, and he was over it now. She was sort of his friend, as was Eren, despite their bitter and largely one-sided middle school rivalry which still occasionally resurfaced, and Armin was definitely his friend.

After a little deliberation, Jean makes up his mind. He finishes off his punch and heads over to them.

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promcoming: part 1

This is Jean Kirschtein, and tonight is shaping up to be one of the worst nights of his miserable high school life.

Over here, we have Marco Bodt, Jean Kirschtein's best friend since grade school. By all accounts, tonight should have been their night. At least, that's the way Jean felt. Sure, he'd never actually ASKED Marco to come to prom with him, that would have been kind of weird, wouldn't it? Asking his best friend to be his date to prom? No, he figured it would just sort of...happen. He never figured Marco would actually get asked by someone else. Or that he would say yes.

Jean didn't even realize that Dazz was a student until Marco announced that he'd asked him to the dance. He'd assumed the guy was on the staff, or that he was someone's dad, but as it turned out, he was in their grade, and had in fact sat behind the two of them in several of their classes. Jean had ignored him, mostly. He didn't like the way he pronounced his name, "Jeen," or his distinct old man smell, and he especially didn't like the way he was fawning over Marco right now. It was obvious that Marco had given in and accepted his prom invitation out of some kind of pity. It had to be pity, right? Marco had scolded Jean for suggesting as much, but there was no way he actually held any semblance of real affection for this kid.

Marco had invited Jean to come dance with the two of them, but Jean turned him down, saying he "would rather stay out of the projectile vomit splash zone," because "that guy is a loaded puke canon and you know it," which earned him a slap on the wrist from his friend. He opts instead to plant himself in the corner and glare at the pair of them from across the cafeteria.

"Hey buddy, you're gonna be okay, alright?" Connie attempts to reassure him.

"My life is over."

Connie scoffs. "No it's not, buddy! Look, that old looking kid might be rubbing his butt all over Marco right now, but that probably won't go on all night, right? I'm sure you can cut in and ask him for a dance at SOME point. You'll get your chance to rub your butt on him!"

Jean's face flushes almost immediately. "What makes you think I want to rub my butt on Marco?!" he half-shouts in the other boy's face.

"Whoah, hey!" Connie stammers, "Sorry, I thought maybe-"

"I don't! That's not what this is about! It's about betrayal!" Jean quickly chugs the rest of his drink. The cup slips out of his sweaty palms, and a string of fruit punch and drool dribbles down his chin. Connie squeezes his shoulder sympathetically.

"Alright, well...there's plenty of other people around here besides Marco, right? I'm about to have to run, sorry, I've got some, uh...official prom business to get to with Sasha, but I'll catch up with you and see how you're doing later, alright? Good luck with your stuff and all that!"

Jean grumbles a string of consonants which sound vaguely like a "whatever" as Connie gives him one last shoulder pat and leaves his table. Maybe Connie was right, he thought. Maybe he should just find someone else to hang out with for a little bit. Looking around the cafeteria, Jean begins to weigh his options.