JeanxReader: If Only Love Was Enough

Chapter: 3

The first night I spent in the girl's bunk room was awful. My bed was renounced as "the worst bed in the entire bunk and the world." It was beyond uncomfortable. There was this big lump right where your back would go and if you leaned too far to the left on the already thinning cot, you'd get stabbed my what felt like a nail sticking out from underneath.

It was easy to say that I got little to no sleep that night. But around midnight when most of the other girls were asleep. Three girls who I noticed from earlier walked in. It was Sasha, Christa and Ymir. Sasha must've just finished her running and looked absolutely dead. Christa followed her with Ymir holding onto Christa's shoulders and laughing. "This one right here is too considerate. On god I oughta marry her." Ymir burst out.

I watched them all gather on Sasha's bunk when they noticed I was awake. Christa made a gesture for me to join them and so I got out of bed and did.

I went and sat next to Sasha and we all started talking. We talked about the commander and Sasha's punishment for a bit. "Ruthless, isn't he?" Ymir said.

"Yeah, I guess." Sasha responded. "I'm just happy Christa here came and got me something to eat and I'm happy you and (y/n) are here." Sasha had a clear respect for authority and obviously didn't care too much to talk about her punishment of running.

We talked for a bit more and I was glad to have made some friends. So far I've made 4 new friends here and that's 4 more than I expected, so I guess that's good.

When I went back to my awful bed I couldn't fall asleep so I just stayed awake thinking. I thought about my choice in joining the cadets. What did I get myself into, did I even know? Am I ready to dedicate my life to something that may just be a fruitless endeavor? I don't know. But what else am I going to do with my life. Then again even if I do make it out of boot camp, where would I go? The Military Police, provided I did well enough? The Garrison Regiment? The Scouts? Probably the Scouts. I can't explain it but I feel like I need to know what's on the other side of the wall. I've been trapped in one space for all my life and I need to know.

I rolled over in my bed and hit that nail again. "Oww." I quietly moaned. "Shit." I rolled back over and just laid there on the lump in the cot until morning.

The day was almost the same as the first. We did some lessons on basic tactical skills and were told that tomorrow we'd practice with 3D Maneuvering gear.

While we were practicing combat skills with a partner, Jean came over and asked to be mine. He looked a little awkward for asking but I let him know that I was in fact just on my way to ask him to be my partner.

Jean took all my punches as if they didn't hurt, but by the way he was standing I knew they did. "Come on (y/n) harder, it feels like a feather just touched me." He said.

"Why don't you try some on me?" I replied.

"No!" He spat. He looked at me as if I was crazy and I only laughed.

"Why not?" I questioned him.

"Because I don't want to hurt you." He shot. Then he looked down at the dirt and gave that same awkward face he did while asking to be my partner. Damn, for someone so stuck up and prideful he really had so many weak spots, I thought.

"Come on, I'll be fine." Then with that he threw at me the weakest punch he could possibly make. I laughed for a solid few minutes until the commander told us training for the day was done.

We walked side by side back to the dining hall where we'd eat together and then part for the night.