SEXTAPE, PART III,
CHAPTER 45.

" 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃. " 

aggressiveness, shouting,
slight toxicity, sudden softening.

a week or so later.

"Ms. L/n! Ms. L/n!" Cameras and microphones were shoved in your face. Jean wasn't with you.. and it only made the situation worse. This was live TV and you had nobody to back you up, although you didn't need one, it was nice to have him by your side.

It didn't matter, anyways. You were arguing back at home and needed to get away.

Things had gone to complete shit once it was leaked, and you, Jean, nor Eren knew how. Eren filmed it, but now you were fucked.

"Can you tell us anything about the tape, and you and Mr. Jaeger's relationship? Along with you and Mr. Kirstein? Are you or are you not friends with benefits? Ms. L/n!" 

"Me and Jean are together. I won't speak out about me and Eren, other than that we have nothing special going on. It was a once in a lifetime thing." You say into one of the mics, fixing the straps of your tank top.

You were gonna sweat to death if these fuckers didn't leave you alone. You scoff, speeding up your pace as you prepared to cross the street.

You also swore to god, if this didn't end soon you were gonna commit a murder.

"N.. No comment." You reply as another question hits you in the face, and you only adjust your sunglasses.

You were nearing your car finally, but it seemed like it was miles and miles away, when in reality a few inches. 

"Can you tell us whether or not you and Jean will be filming anything else like this together?"

"No." You answer quietly, pressure gathering up in your chest. Stupid Eren, stupid fucking tape, stupid.. drunk you. 

This was hell, and it always has been.

"You know I wouldn't ever hit you." Jean tells you as he puts his plate in the sink, watching as you did as well. The argument had started after a long back and fourth fight over call with his step-sister, who he didn't get along well with, since she was.. stubborn.

He had made a quick movement with his arm, causing you to flinch, something you never normally did. You had only gotten scared, and it somehow turned into a long period of bickering.

After the tape got onto the trending page of the shit-show of twitter, him and his step-sister, Charlotte had broken out in a fight. She was upset with him, and somehow his mother had gotten involved.. but she agreed to stay out of it.

Now, Jean and his mother never fought. Never. She wasn't shocked he was having sex, no, it was just the fact that it was leaked that worried her. And now, so many things were happening at one time.

"I know, babe. I just.. reacted. You were already upset and I set you off at a certain point." You sigh, looking at him.

"I just don't want you to think that I was gonna hurt you." Jean frowns, taking your hands in his. You had never argued, and it was just that one time.. you doubted it would be the only, but you could only live on hoping.

it was just.. nonsense arguing.

two or three nights ago.

"No, Jean. What is your problem?! I've never seen you like this!" You hiss, shoving your toothbrush back in your mouth. 

"What the fuck do you mean, 'what is your problem'?!" He shouted back in an aggressive manner, moving to put his plate in the sink. 

He had received his third plate, and you had finished your second and were trying to get ready for bed, but of course you couldn't.

"Fuck you! You're yelling at the bitch while i'm just listening. I try to reason with you but you just shove me aside!" You yell, fuming at this point as you emptied your own plate into the garbage.

"Oh, so now you're gonna blame me for 'pushing you aside', when I was obviously in a goddamn bad mood, and I still am! What the fuck are you doing? We're both upset with the fucking tape getting leaked, and Eren won't say shit!" 

"We don't even know if it was him who shared it to twitter! Someone got it! That's it!" You barked back, taking the brush from your mouth as you moved away to the downstairs restroom where you could spit out the paste.

Sure enough, he followed just to shout.

"No, I'll bet you it was him! It was saved on his phone! And who's idea was it?! Yours! I know you were on the verge of being drunk, I'm pretty sure you were by that final sip! We're fucked now!" 

"Well look at that! You can say whatever you want, and i'll know it without even- fuck!" You didn't know what else to say at this point.

"Oh, come on! Listen to yourself! If you're gonna be a bitch, then be one! You could go on all you want!"

"I don't wanna hear it, Jean!" You holler, sucking in a staggered breath, holding back tears. You weren't one to act like this as you had recognized before, and neither was he. this was unlike him.

You only turn around just to begin yelling again, and so on it went.. back and fourth, until he brought his hand up, and you flinch, nearly ducking away from him, but his eyes widened.

"You thought I was gonna hit you." He looks at you, shocked.

"No. I didn-"

"You did." 

His sudden softening and realization made your heart ache, And a weight was thrown down onto his shoulders. He never wanted to scare you in the first place, or react like he did to you just trying to calm him down.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but you didn't dare say another word just yet. 

"I'm sorry, I just. I don't know." You sigh, turning back away from him but he grabbed you, staring into your eyes. He looked hurt. 

"I scared you."

"You.. did." You admit to him, although it wasn't much of an admission. 

You were gonna take the couch tonight and hope for all this to be over in the morning..