Jean's POV

"I am not wearing that." Marco said for the hundredth time already. You see, I had asked him to wear my jersey since he was going to be there for me. That's another thing that I never would have done. I didn't like other people wearing my clothes. He didn't need to know about that though. With these past few weeks, my crush has grown rapidly instead of fading away like I'd hoped it would. I knew I wouldn't fall in love with the guy so I just ignored it.

But I couldn't escape the dreams that came with this newfound liking of my best friend. I had some nights that I was afraid to sleep because of the fear of dreaming of his lips or worse. I've never been one to be attracted to anyone really, but to say I was sexually attracted was a totally different thing. I hated the idea of liking someone close to me.

"It doesn't matter to me." I said with a shrug. I looked at the clock and panicked. "Oh shit! I'm going to be late for pre game! I'll see you at the game!" I exclaimed and ran outside. It sucked that I didn't get to eat any of Mama Bott's food, but that could wait another day. I jumped in my car and drove off to the school.
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It was nearly time for the game to start and we were warming up on the field. I was undoubtedly distracted. I kept looking around at the bleachers, hoping to see Marco. Sure he'd said that he would come, but he didn't have a car. And I wasn't sure if his parents would drive him.

It was nearing the last few minutes of warm up and I was getting worried. "Hey man, you better get your head out of the clouds. Coach isn't going to like it if you play like that tonight." Eren said, wearing a worried expression on his face.

"Yeah I know. I'll be fine once the game starts though, I promise that." I said, hoping that he wouldn't ask any questions. He simply nodded and went back to throwing. He was going to be our starting quarterback for the first game to see how he does. As much as I hate to admit it, he was a really good quarterback and him and I played really well together. The referees whistles informed us all that it was time to start the game and we all got into position.

Eren called the play "Decoy Squad" because he wanted to fake a throw to either Reiner or I but instead he would run with it himself, a play that we never told the coach about because it was usually suicide for the quarterback to run the ball. We all got down and ready, waiting for the cue to move.

"Down set run!" We all broke at his words, Reiner and I both going left and turning for the ball at the same time. We somehow tricked them and Eren ran for about twenty yards before he went out of bounds for the sake of not getting plowed by one of the defense. There was applause from our side of the bleachers and I patted Eren on the back. I looked over to the student section once again, seeing the still empty seat I had reserved for Marco.

"Rogue!" Eren called, meaning that I would have to run the complete opposite of where I was expected, also not discussed with the coach. In case you haven't noticed, our coach doesn't know our plays because we make our own. "Down set run!" I broke and ran in the direction I was supposed to but there was someone that caught onto the play and was running with me. I froze and didn't turn around in time to see the ball. The guy hit me like a train.

"Fuck." I mumbled under my breath as the guy got off of me. I would've hated the guy, but he offered a hand to me and smiled in apology. I patted him on the back and limped off to the huddle by our sideline.

"Jean what the fuck was that?" The coach asked. I looked down and shook my head. Normally, I would never mess up even with someone coming at me at ninety miles an hour. I looked over to the bleachers one more time and seen Marco making his way to the seat that had his name on the back of the reserved paper. He had a jacket on even though it was mid August.

"I guess I just haven't got my head where it needs to be." I admitted. Coach told me to sit out until I got my head where it should be. I sat on the bench for the rest of the first quarter and we were down by seven points.

"Jean! Get in there and don't mess up this time!" Coach yelled, clearly not happy with my playing from earlier. I put my helmet on and ran out onto the field. The first play, Eren got sacked. I was done for. I walked back to the sidelines, ignoring my coach for the time being. I dared look back over to where Marco was, only to see him squeezing by others to get out of the bleachers. I watched him walk all the way down to the track and then to the fence by the football field. He used his finger to motion me over to him.

When I reached him, I was surprised by him grabbing a fistful of my jersey and bringing me face to face with him. He didn't look happy with me.

"I have watched you practice for weeks now, Jean. You are one of the best players on the team, probably out of both teams so stop trying to impress the cheerleaders and play like you're supposed to. Play like you know how to. Don't mess up here, it's only the first game." He said sternly, still holding a pretty tight grip on my jersey. He let me go and nodded, walking away before I could say something. Then I snapped into gear.

"Coach, one more try. Just one." He stood there for a moment, looking me up and down and then reluctantly nodded once. I ran back onto the field and huddled in. "Alright, I think we should do Black Stallion." I said and they all looked at me as if I'd lost it. I nodded at Eren and got into position. They followed suit without question.

"Down set run!" We all broke, me maneuvering away from my guard since I was clearly faster than him. I turned my head just in time to see the ball sailing to me. I caught it with ease, tucking it under my arm securely and running as fast as I could. There were applause and yelling but there was one specific voice that I heard over everyone else. It was so loud, it was almost deafening.

"Run Jean run!" Marco yelled. I could tell it was him because who would not know who Marco was when you heard his voice? That pushed me the extra distance.

I was in the end zone before I knew it. I stopped and took a breath before Eren and the rest of the team attacked me, patting me on the back. We went for the two point conversion and got it.

I walked over to the sidelines to wait for the ball back. Marco was staring at me and I caught him with it. Quickly he looked away, as if he wasn't just looking at me and that made me smile a bit inside. I kept my gaze on him and he finally looked back at me. I pinched shoulders of my jersey and raised a brow. He zipped his jacket down just a bit.i seen the top of my jersey that I wear for away games.

I mouthed to him to take the jacket off and he did a movement saying that he was cold. We were literally talking in idiot sign language to each other. I gave him the "are you fucking kidding me" look and he sighed. He unzipped the jacket the rest of the way and took it off, laying it gently on the back of his seat. My breath left me.

Never in my life did I ever think I would see someone that looked better in a football jersey than me. It was a bit tight which didn't upset me any seeing as how he was naturally toned apparently. Everyone looked at him, noticing the name on the back. "Kirstein" was written in big black letters right about my number. I smirked before I heard my name get called to go back onto the field.

This is terrible because it's about a fucking football game