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Chapter Eight

WARNING: NSFW. This chapter contains sexual themes such as praising and intercourse

Every night Miche and I played chess, and every time I lost. I wasn't good at chess and I don't think I ever will be. Olou said that it could be because I'm stupid, which he may be right.

For a week, Miche and I played chess together in the evenings. It was our way of catching up and getting to know each other, especially with the expedition coming in a week's time.

The morning of the expedition, I woke up to see Miche not next to me. I assumed he got up early to get ready and figured I should do the same. I washed my face as I did every morning, got dressed and headed downstairs to the mess hall.

It was empty; thank the walls I didn't have to cook.

I could hear everyone was outside, their bustling voices entering into the mess hall. Well almost everyone was outside, only one person seemed to stay behind, like they were waiting for someone.

I noticed Pony Boy was sitting on one of the benches, facing the large doors that lead to the courtyard. He turned to me as I walked closer, me heading towards the door.

"Miss DelToro?" Jean called, walking up to me but kept looking at the ground. Poor kid was still scared.

"Pick your head up" I chuckled, lifting him up by the chin "I told you already I won't beat your ass unless you deserve it"

"I'm sorry" he stuttered "I just wanted..."

He seemed clearly upset and nervous, I had only assumed because of the expedition. I crossed my arms, waiting for the boy to speak up.

"I'm sorry" Jean sighed, still stuttering "I shouldn't have made fun of you when we first met"

I began to laugh, despite it being a sincere moment. My voice bounced off the cobbled stone walls, making it sound like there were more of me. I couldn't help it.

"Huh?" Jean exclaimed "why are you laughing? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, you didn't" I said, cupping my cheek "I'm suprised you still held onto that. I forgot about it already"

"Really?" Jean said, looking perplexed "But I said something really rude and I feel terrible"

"I'm glad you do. Because if you didn't, that would say a lot about you-"

I patted his head

"-and it wouldn't be good. Besides, if i held onto the times that people made fun of my weight, I'd be miserable by now."

"Could I make it up to you?" Jean asked

"You don't have to" I smiled

"I insist" Jean exclaimed "I could draw you when we get back"

"How about this" I said, looking up at him "Just quit acting like I'm going to beat your ass every second and we'll be even"

"Okay" Jean sighed "I can do that"

"Get going" I said, slapping his back so hard it made him cough "and good luck"

"Thanks" he said, waving back at me as he walked outside, I following

The sun hit my eyes, making them burn. I didn't realize how dimly lit the mess hall was until then. The sounds of voices were booming against the building, so many conversations going on at once that I barely even heard someone come up behind me.

"Mariana!" I heard Hange call

Before I could even turn around, Hange hugged me from behind

"Hange, mind you hands" I mumbled, removing their hands from my breasts