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Six and a half hours on a plane to Cancun had left Jean a little irritable, the male gritting his teeth every time someone in the crowded airport terminal bumped into him. He was here for spring break with his friends Connie and Sasha. Being a third wheel was nothing new for him but it did get old fast. He’d been seated between the two because window seats made him nauseous and aisle seats made him irritable. People bumping into his arms as they walked up and down the narrow aisles in coach seating was enough to ignite his already short fuse. So the plane ride was spent with Sasha and Connie holding hands in his lap. It probably would be awkward for most but Jean was used to sleeping in a bed with the two of them on occasion after parties so this was nothing new. Hell, they were close enough that people actually questioned whether they were swingers or not.
The humidity also fueled the tall blond’s grouchy mood and he didn’t talk during the cab ride at all. Only opening his mouth to speak once they got to the hotel room.
They’d been saving up all year and the college kids practically lived off of ramen to scrape together the money for a suite.
“So no dumbass pranks this year right? You two /promised/ you wouldn’t fuck with me!” A roaring giggle left Sasha and Connie simply nodded.
This instantly seemed suspicious but he hoped that they really didn’t want to deal with his mood swings this year. Last year, they’d ended up stranding his drunk ass in a rundown dive bar with some random local girl that he swears took advantage of him but he couldn’t remember the fuzzy details from the night.
“Come on Jeanbo, we came out here to have fun. You’re a miserable prick every other day of the year! Have some fun this week.” Sasha’s sing-song tone caused his eyes to roll painfully hard and he found himself digging through his bag to find the bottle of cologne he’d brought. A last ditch attempt to cover up the faint smell of sweat that’d plagued him just from being in the heat of Mexico.
Pulling a pair of board shorts from his luggage, Jean abandoned the conversation to go to the bathroom and change out of his jeans.
“I have my key. I’m gonna head down to the beach and rent a board.” Connie grinned at this, his arms lacing around Sasha’s waist.
“We’re gonna test out the beds.” Cringing, Jean shook his head.
“Okay, you said /beds/ when you shoulda said ‘bed’. Stay the fuck off of my bed, I don’t wanna sleep in that shit.” He snapped, Sasha only answered by digging into her purse to retrieve a tampon to throw at him.
“Here, you sound like you need it big guy.” The package hit Jean’s stomach and it was the final blow before he flipped the couple off and turned to leave.
Once in the hallway, he could already see groups of other young people filtering into the hotel room to set up for their week in paradise. A faint grin curved across his face as he became more relaxed. This week was something he always looked forward to.
A chance to get away from the cramming and studying and a chance to catch some foreign waves. He’d been surfing ever since he was little and nothing could scare him away from the hobby. Of course spring break was mostly about drinking for him but he tried to catch a few waves during the day while he could, then live up the party at night.
The shop was easy to find and he exchanged cash for the board rental, thanking the man in broken Spanish before leaving to make his way onto the beach. There were already tons of people drinking and partying and the music was almost unbearably loud.
The stage was set up with a DJ and he found himself humming along to the music. And of course, he got a view of eye candy the entire walk through the sand, eventually finding a spot where he could dig the board into the sand and toss off his flip flops. Flopping into the sand, he began his pre-surf ritual of coating his legs and arms in sunscreen.
Just as he was about to get up, Jean felt someone kick him hard before falling over his legs. Too shocked to say anything at first, he glared down at the petite brunet splayed out across his lap. Her hair was messy and she had a single braid woven into it. He heard her moan out in what sounded like pain but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her ass which just so happened to be conveniently in his lap. The male’s cheeks dusted a bright red and he found it nearly impossible to pull his eyes away from her body. The little flower print bikini leaving barely anything to his imagination. She caught herself on her hand and pulled herself up so that she was sitting beside him. When he could get a good view of her front, he found himself having the same problem as before only this time with her breasts.
“Fucking douchebag!” She snapped, reaching out to smack his cheek with an open hand to make a loud crack. Quickly he came back to reality and clasped one of his large hands over his sore cheek.
“What the fuck was that for!?”
“Stop staring at me, pig!” It was obvious she was drunk from the slurring and when his eyes met hers for the first time he realized just how odd she looked. She had one green eye and one blue, which caused him to become bewildered for a third time in the few minutes that they had known each other.
“I wasn’t staring at you.” He whispered, shockingly calm for the situation. She sat before him and neither of them talked for a few moments until she erupted angrily again. Shoving him back she stood to her feet.
“You fucking were.” She mumbled bitterly, her cheeks puffing out in anger as she drew her foot back as if she were going to kick sand onto him. That was until another girl, one with black hair and dark eyes, came up behind her and gripped her shoulders.
“Eren!” She barked in annoyance, causing the brunette to freeze up and look over her shoulder. “Are you alright?”
“You’re so clingy, Mikasa. I’m fine. /Well/ I was until I came across this douchebag.” She pointed at Jean and he couldn’t help but grit his teeth. Pulling himself up of the ground, he stepped closer to her.
“/I’m/ the douchebag?! You tripped and fell onto me because you’re drunk! I can smell it on you.”
“I can’t smell anything aside from your cheap body spray. Is that AXE?” Her hands went to his shoulders to shove him but the much larger male didn’t budge.
“What’s your fucking problem, why are you trying to pick a fight with me, Shortie?”
“Don’t call me that!” Her voice became more of a screech as she got angrier and it wasn’t long before Mikasa attempted to pull her away. Jean’s lips curved upward into a smug grin and he stepped back to look down at the muscular female holding the brunette back. Something about her pissed him off but in a way he enjoyed taunting her. His piercing hazel eyes gazed down at her as she struggled in the other girl’s grasp. The tall male hadn’t even had a chance to notice Connie and Sasha sneaking up behind him in the middle of the scenario.
“We’ve been here for a little over an hour and you’re already picking on women, Jean?” Connie’s hand went to Jean’s shoulder until the tall blond spun around to look at him. While he was distracted, Sasha took the opportunity to grab Eren’s hand. Without offering her an explanation, she linked a cold metal cuff around her wrist.
“What are you doing?!” She shrieked, attempting to yank her wrist away just as Sasha had secured the other cuff around Jean’s wrist. When they were handcuffed to one another, the shock settled in and Jean locked into a glare with the captive brunette. Slowly opening his mouth to talk but falling short when he tried to speak, the blond attempted to yank his hand away only to pull Eren against his chest. She recoiled away and both of them turned to Sasha and Connie who were now standing a few feet away.
“Sasha what the hell? Take these off!”
“/Nope/! You made this year’s prank too easy Jean-boy.” She teased, popping her gum obnoxiously as she swung the key in front of her. Usually it was convenient that Connie’s dad was a cop but the fact that he was able to get a set of handcuffs from him was definitely not.
“It’s almost as fun as what we were going to do with the cuffs.” Connie chimed in between spells of roaring laughter. Jean lunged towards them and they just barely moved away from the large male. The key was now back in the girl’s pocket and they were turning to leave. Mikasa, who seemed to be amused herself, crossed her arms over her chest and watched Eren.
“Mikasa!” Eren groaned, rubbing her cuffed wrist to try and sooth the burn of having the cold metal yanking on her. The female looked at her sister and nodded, she was often getting Eren out of situations but this was definitely a new one. Connie and Sasha were already out of sight, sinking into the crowd and Mikasa was following behind them.
“This fucking sucks.” Jean mumbled, shifting his weight anxiously. This was not how he wanted to start his vacation. Strapped to some drunken idiot that seemed to have an even shorter fuse than he did.
“You’re telling me. I didn’t exactly plan on getting handcuffed to a fuckboy. Where are your friends? Is this some kinda joke or something. I really hope they come back.” Eren’s rambling was already getting on Jean’s nerves and it was all he could do to not tel her to shut up. But in a way, he did understand her frustration. They were both annoyed.
“It’s a prank but I doubt they’ll give it up so soon. I really hope your friend can get that key.”
“Sister, she’s my sister.” She corrected, adjusting her bathing suit top with her free hand, one of her breasts had been popping out and for the first time Jean realized that maybe this wasn’t the worst thing they could’ve done to him.
“Sorry then. It’s uh...really hot. I kinda wanna get in the water. Would you mind?” Eren rolled her eyes, crossing one arm over her chest to express how much she didn’t like that idea.
“If you buy me a drink first. I’m not drunk enough to go into the ocean with a stranger.”
“So now I’m responsible for you? Fuck off.”
“It was your dumbass friends that did this to us! I would be back in my room right now taking a nap if it wasn’t for them.” Jean could see where that would be frustrating so he indulged her, getting them both a margarita to drink as they walked towards the water. Her hips swayed with the music and Jean had to pretend he wasn’t interested in just how perfect her body was. Her personality pissed him off but her curves were another story. It wasn’t long before he was daydreaming about getting closer to her but as soon as she opened her mouth, the thought disappeared.
“So I take it your name is Jean? What kind of name is that? Did your parents know you were gonna grow up to be a pretentious asshole?”
“Very funny.” He muttered, taking a sip from the plastic cup before humming. “Well what kind of a name is Eren? I mean, you’re a fucking girl aren’t you?” Scoffing, she stopped walking and turned to look at him.
“I should knock you out, fuck head!” Her voice a low screech as she shoved Jean away only to feel herself yanked along with his weight because of the handcuffs.
“Calm down! Holy shit.”
“...I don’t like it when people make fun of my name.” They abandoned their drinks by Jean’s rented surfboard. She admitted, rolling her eyes before turning to wade into the water. The tall blond took a few minutes to think it over. He couldn’t understand why she seemed so defensive over her name. He got teased about the formality of his name for years and never had a problem with it. Eren wasn’t even that bad. It was actually kind of cute.
“Don’t be such a baby.” He teased, offering her a grin before reaching out to take her hand so that the cuffs that connected them would slack up on their wrists. He could tell she wanted to question the action but when the relief of not having that restraint as noticeable rushed over her, all she could do was smile.
“Guess this could be worse huh?” She mumbled, bracing herself as a wave came towards them. “Don’t think this gives you a free pass, big guy. Just because I’m holding your hand. If I wasn’t buzzed, I probably wouldn’t.” It was a lie, honestly she was already attracted to him. He was broad and tall, just her type. She loved his shaggy blond hair and how she could tell the back was shaved short, part of her just wanted to run her fingers through it.
“Eren did you hear me..?” Jean looked puzzled, the female blinked herself back to reality and giggled slightly to avoid from giving herself away. Although Jean already knew that she was checking him out.
“Sorry…” She muttered quietly, staring out at the ocean for a few seconds before splashing cool salt water at him. Jean, still captivated by her cute giggle came crashing back to reality when he was hit with the water.
“What the fuck, brat.” His lips curved into a grin and he shoved her playfully but hard enough to make the brunette lose her footing and stumble backwards. Just in time to save her from crashing into the water, Jean’s free arm wrapped around her body to pull her in close. With a hard splash, their wet bodies collided together in just the right way to send sparks to Jean’s head. He hooked on of his feet behind her’s in the sand to keep her from stumbling again and unable to speak, he cleared his throat awkwardly as she pulled away from him.
“Asshole! You could have made me fall!.” Her cheeks dusted a deep red and she stared off to the side, a soft “hmph” leaving her lips. “Thanks for catching me though. It was sweet.”
“Yeah, yeah. I just didn’t want to get dragged down too.” Jean hadn’t taken the time to realize that he was already being dragged down.