Our Promise (JeanxReader)

Age-19 
Present day
I drop my bag off my shoulder after walking in my new apartment. A wave of relief hits me, knowing that I've finally made it here.
A whole day of traveling can really get you. The 8 hour flight was miserable with a crying baby next to me the whole time. Not even the headphones I was using to watch a three of the Shrek movies could block out the crying. Not to mention that most of my luggage was put on the wrong plane, to Turkey. 
'Great'
Now All I'm left with is my duffel bag that I brang as a carry-on. It literally could not get any worse. Could it?
I look around, I've only seen pictures of this place online with my mom. But looking at it in person, makes it even better. It has many windows letting the warm natural light in, a good size kitchen with all new appliances. There is a loft, we're the bed is, it's just tall enough pthat when you go up on the spiral stairs you don't hit your head if your standing up. The living room is right below it, fully furnished. to the left of the front door is the dining room table. 
I like this open consept. When looking the the right of the apparent, there is a pair of double doors that open up to a small balcony.
Mom insisted on renting it for me, she didn't have to but I'm thankful. She makes a good money, thanks to the culinary school she took here.  
She came here when she was younger, she was only twenty four. Just a single mom who came here it to start off her new life, my dad was not in the picture at the time. Even though we came here with little money because she spent most of it on school, we were happy.
She's successful now, being pastry chef in Boston. It only happened a year after she graduated and I'm so proud of her. Money or non she was still a amazing mom. 
I'm here for a almost similar reason. I've always loved art and fashion since I was little. I'd use moms sewing machine all the time and spent my allowance on fabric often and made dresses. I'm going to a art and design school. I'm majoring in fashion design, I'm excited but also worried. The fact that I know no one and I'm basically on my own.
We met some amazing people here , I made friends. I still wonder were they are now.
My days living here were great, for a six to ten year old at least. It feels good to be back.
After taking a few minutes to fully take in the new apartment, I get moving. Not having the energy to throw my duffel bag over my shoulder again, I put both of my hands over the back of it and push it to the living room. It's very heavy, thank god all of my important belongings in here.
I stand back up, realizing that I have not seen the view from my balcony. I walk over, open the bouble doors and walk out. The breeze immediately hits my face and I look to the right to see the eillfe tower and a perfect view of the beautiful buildings, it's everything I could have asked for. I lean on the railing and take a big deep breath and exhale slowly. Pairs, It feels so familiar, it feels like home. I'm home.

...
Two days later  
My alarm has been going off for the past 10 minutes. I'm still not used to the time change and I'm extremely jet lagged. I try to reach for my alarm on my bed side table, but I can't. I open my eyes to see I'm one the floor with my bed-spread wrapped around me like a burrito.
"How the fuck?", murmur as I sit up and struggle out of my covers. When I'm finally free my skin touches the ice cold floor and want to wrap myself in them again.
I've always been a restless sleeper but it's never been this bad. It's probably because I'm not used to this setting yet. Almost like when your on a trip and super constipated.
I stand up, grab my phone and head the the bathroom. My phone vibrates in my hands, it's my mom calling. I swipe to answer and my moms face fills the screen. She has a huge smile on her face, it's the first time she's called since I moved in.
"Hi, Honey!", mom says in the highest tone possible.
'It's too early for this'
"Hi mom", I murmur turning on the bathroom light. I squint me eyes from the sudden light contact. "How are you calling me? It's literally 3 am for you.", I ask setting the phone on the bathroom counter.
"I just wanted to see my baby!", she chirps as I start bushing me teeth. "Have you finished unpacking?".
"Actually", I start spitting out my toothpaste. "All my shit was sent on the wrong plane. The only thing I have right now is my duffel bag.". My mom lets out a huge gasp.
"Oh no! Are you going to get it back?", she asks worried. I let out a long sigh.
"Ya, the emailed me this morning about it. They said their going to send everything to me address.", I say leaning my back against the wall. My eyes are still pretty heavy, I'm finding it hard to keep them open.
"Aw, I'm sorry about that"
"No need to apologize", I reassure. My mom nods and lets out a big yawn.
"I'm going to get ready. You should go back to bed.", I suggest. She nods and I'm about to hang up the phone.
"Y/n", she says suddenly.
"Yeah?"
"I have a good day honey. I know the first day is going to be tough but you'll make some friends", she mentions and I nod. "I mean I did meet one of my good friends on culinary school."
"Oh yeah, Miss. Kirsten."
"Alright, have a good day honey. Love you", she says with a warm smile.
"Love you too"
...
Maybe, just maybe it was a bad idea to move in two days before school starts. A week to get used to the area again would have been smarter, but I have not been smart for the past month. It's from the stress of moving to a whole other country. The thought of leaving her mom saddens me. It not because of missing her, I'm always going to miss her. It because im leaving my mom who is with someone I don't trust. My moms dating life has been crazy. But this one, this one takes the cake. 
Right now I'm in on the side walk wearing wrinkled shirt and pants because I didn't do my laundry, not surprising for me of course.
Im sweating my ass off in these jeans. I didn't realize how hot it is here in the summer. My jeans are practically sticking to my legs from the sweat.
My google maps will not stop glitching and I've been in the same circle at least three times. 
"C'mon!", I grunt in pure frustration. Now I'm passing back and forth trying to figure out what direction my GPS wants me to go. I'm going to be late for class and I really can't do this right now. This is perfect. Just perfect.
I can't help but to notice a guy on the wooden bench drawing he seems to be pretty focused on it for the most part but sometimes he'd look up at me as a struggle and yell. I swear I heard a chuckle come out of his mouth. I do feel bad for him though, watching me, this mad woman. I'm sure all he wanted to do was sit on a bench facing the river and draw in his note book. Well TOO BAD.
Now I'm starting to get really frustrated. My face is red hot, not sure if it's because of my mood or the heat.
"Why won't you work you stupid piece of shit! I swear to god, I will throw in the river if I have to-"
"Need some help?", the guy on the bench cuts me off. He closes his notebook and stands up.  
He seriously wants to help me?
"N-nope, don't worry about me.", I say not wanting him to go out of his way to help me.
He raises a eyebrow. "You sure about that? Because it sure as hell looks like it", he says matter-of-factly. Look at him and slump my shoulders in defeat. I cant turn down this offer, he speaks English.
"Fine", a huff and he walks over.
"Were you headed to?", he asks shoving one hand in his pocket the other hand holding his book.
Now that he's closer, I cant help but to study his features. He's tall, like really tall. I have to lift my head to look at him. He has a long-ish face witha scalars jaw line. His eyes here the beautiful green-ish eyes with a hit of hazel, they seem so familiar. His ash brown hair was long and slicked back into a mullet. Not many people can pull that look off, but he can.
I snap back into reality and answer his question. "Uh, I'm actually on my way to the 'Smith art and design' school". He looks down at me and nods.
"I go there actually. I actually have to be there in a few minutes", he mentions which makes me relieved that we are at least going to the same place. "Mind if I walk with you?"
"That would be great actually", I accept. He nods and starts to walk forward.
"Follow me", he says motioning his hands .
I pick up the pace so I can catch up with him. We are now walking at the same speed.
"You're not from here are you?", he asks looking down at me as we walk over the bridge.
"Is it really that obvious?", I ask kinda embarrassed. He presses his lips together and nods.
"It's not everyday you see and random woman yelling at her phone and passing by you at least three times", he mentions smirking. I let out a heavy sigh.
"I'm crazy arnt I?", I ask looking at him solemnly. He shrugs.
"Mmm, just a little", he take's two fingers and pinches them half way and smirks. I smile at his words.
"I lived here when I was younger. That was a while ago so I don't remember my way around", I say as we turn a corner.
"Why'd you come back", he asks.
"I missed it and wanted to pursue my dream in fashion. That's why I'm here.", I say looking up at the sky.
"Fashion huh?", Jean asks. "I do art, mostly portraits."
"I didn't know you could major in art.", I say quite surprised. He looks over at me.
"Oh no, I'm not majoring. The thing about this school is, you can take on the side classes once a week to improve your skill. Whether you want to actually make a career out of it is you choice.", he points out. I didn't imagine that this school was so open to many paths.
"That's awesome, I didn't know that. But the thing is... why did you pick Mondays out of all the other days of the week you could do it?", I ask out of our curiosity. He just shrugs.
"I always hated Monday's so-"
"Well duh", I say rolling my eyes. The boy puts his pointer finger on my lips.
"Hush, let me finish.", he says stoping me from talking.  "I enjoy class so I figured I'd do something I enjoy to make this day a little less shitty". I shove his hand out of the way.
"Smart". I look down at my shoes as we continue to walk. "I'm worried I won't make any friends. The friends from my childhood I don't know were they are."
"There's a lot of people here, I'm sure you'll fine someone. It's funny, being one of the only French guys in this school who can actually speak fluent French.", me mentions making me eyes widen.
"Funny for a school that's literally in Pairs", I point out and he nods.
"It's mostly Americans who wanted to travel here. That makes me pretty popular. I'm kind of a hot shot", he says putting both of his hands behind his head and winks at me. That comment makes me shake my head.
'Men these days'
"Here we are" he announces as we come to a sudden stop. It's a big building for sure.
"Alright, I'm late so I gotta run.", I say walking run off to the doors.
"Need any help finding your room?", he asks.
"I'll figure it out.", I say opening the door. "See you around Bench Boy", and with that, I close the door and I'm off.
I cant help but to think how familiar that was boy was, it's like I've met him before. 
After walking down two hallways I finally find the room. Above the door it has a plac 'Fashion'. I peek though the window, it looks like everyone is there but me.
'Damn'
I take a deep breath and let the air fill my lungs and leave slowly. I push open the door and it lets out a loud 'creak'.
Everyone turns their heads, all eyes on me.
I person, most likely my teacher looks up and smiles brightly.
"Oh you must be our new student! Come come!", they say motioning for me to come up front. I walk over, the room is dead silent and I'm the center of attention.
Once I'm up front, they introduce me to everyone.
"This is our new student, y/n!", they say pointing at me. They seem really enthusiastic and energetic. I take a good look around the room. There looks to be around fiftieth students. "I'm Hange! We're just about to start. Have a seat.", they say pointing to the free desk.
I walk over and take a seat and Hange starts to talk. I girl with sort black hair that seats next to me leans over.
"Hi, I'm Mikasa", she says holding her hand out.
"Y/n", I say holding my hand out and returning the gesture.
"Are you from here", she asks and I shrug.
"I lived here for four years when I was younger. Here I am nine years late. I'm from Boston", I mention leaning back in my seat.
"I'm originally from New York. I've always wanted to visit Boston.", she smiles.
"I love it there. It's a perfect city."
"I can imagi-", she's cut off by the door swinging open. I man was standing in the doorway. He's short, like really short with jet black hair with a undercut. He walks to Hanges desk and he looks up.
"Hey Levi!", they say cheerfully. He lets out a sigh and lean on the wall.
"Hange", he starts. "Did you use all the copy paper?", he asks and Hange nervously scratches the back of their head.
They nervously laugh. "Hehe maybe."
Levi groans "Damn it Hange"
Mikasa leans over again. "That's Levi, is the Architecture teacher."
"He seems mean", I say observing the ways he's talking to Hange. Mikasa shrugs.
"Ya, he's like that. He's my cousin actually", she mentions. "Have you met any people since you arrived?", she asks.
"No, except that random guy by the river", I say remembering Bench Boy.
"You should come and hang out with my group. We're getting dinner Friday. We'd love to have you.", she say resting her chin on her hand.
"That sounds fun"