Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater nor do I know how to make chocolate cornets.
Glasgow Smile
Chapter 1: Front and Back
She sits in the front, he sits in the back.
She's always early, he's always late. She takes notes, he doesn't even bring paper. She has the highest exam scores, he doesn't show up on test days. Their only thing in common?
They appear to hate everything that moves.
Maka packed her bag almost mechanically. The class had all but evacuated for lunch, leaving those sleeping or staring intently at her to their own devices in the prison that was class.
Wait... what?
She turned to see Eater, usual bed-ridden hair and blood eyes always clashing with his surroundings. Staring right at her.
She's sure he's day dreaming. They have no reason to exist in the same environment, or even the same planet, he happens to be staring at her head which may or may not be positioned in front of the clock.
Except it's not, and he's not daydreaming. She walked out of the class, glancing at him before she leaves. He's still staring at her.
Lunch consisted of convenience store items and a secluded bench away from the cafeteria. She decided the incident in class was best pretended to have not happened and concentrated on her chocolate cornet, idly chewing.
She remembered a time when her mother made these fresh. Of course chocolate was replaced with hazelnut spread, but it was still good. She had just popped the last piece of cornet in her mouth when the sound of footsteps reach her ears.
She ignored it, because they were probably looking for the bathroom, whoever they were. Only the footsteps stopped directly behind her. Maka dared not turn around because she didn't want anything thrown in her face, but if they tried anything from behind...
Well, she would promptly kick their asses.
"Hey."
She has to actively keep herself from jumping out of her skin, though her shoulders tense. She turned slowly, hoping that if they must throw something it better not stain.
She blinked in surprise. It's Eater.
She had never really seen him unless he was sitting down and most of that time he spent sleeping, so she was a little surprised at how high she had to crane her head. Given, she was sitting down, but even with his slouch she probably only made it to his shoulders.
That bothered her.
He seemed to be waiting for something, and then she realized she never answered back, "Yes?"
"Uh... can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Ok?" they hold a short staring contest before he made his way around the bench and sat down.
"What are you reading?" he asked after another tense silence.
She frowned in disapproval, eyes barely glancing at the novel shoved unceremoniously in her bag in her search for her lunch, she really hated small talk, "Collectible Spoons of the Third Reich."
He doesn't appear to be surprised, the only hint he even cares is a subtle lift of his right eyebrow, "Is it interesting?"
"No." she responded simply. This tactic was something of a rather brilliant invention she had concocted in her first year. Creep the person out. They leave.
It doesn't work though, only his slouch seemed to have increased and now they are almost the same height. She took a moment to openly stare at him. Granted, she was allowed to because what the hell was he doing here?
His hair seemed naturally wild, though the color was still questionable. His eyes were an intense red and it would take closer scrutiny to see if they were contacts or not. Messy uniform, inappropriate footwear. What the hell did he want again?
"So, I have-" he paused, as if his carefully thought out words needed rearranging, "...a request, if you will."
He talked surprisingly proper for a slacker. She figured staring at the tree in the courtyard would make this easier, scratching at the label around her water bottle. "And that would be?"
" A date."
Hmmm. She let the words settle in for a moment, careful to hide her surprise. Rational explanations quickly arose in her mind, she picked the most likely one.
"Did you lose a bet?"
Now he seemed a little surprised, but only by the subtle lift of his eyelids; whether it be due to her question or the emotionless tone she took, Maka knew not.
"No."
Another guess then, "A dare?"
"No." he seemed firmer this time, "Do you get this a lot?"
She considered this for a moment, and said to her water bottle, "No."
It seemed they both tied in the curt department. She heard him sigh before straightening up again, "One date. Couldn't hurt right?"
It could actually hurt very much.
"We'll see." Maka relented vaguely, tossing her water in to her bag and getting up to leave.
She was a little smug hearing the confusion in his voice, "So is that a yes?"
She is already back in the hallway, pausing by the wall before finally meeting his red eyes.
"We'll see."
History passed too quickly to Maka's liking. Her thoughts kept lurking back to the topic that was Eater. He didn't seem the type to go out of his way to publicly humiliate someone. In fact, he didn't seem like the type to go out of his way. Period.
The only person he ever talked to was Tsubaki but she was never in the same class as either of them. Maka stopped for a moment, surprised with herself. She had been keeping tabs on the boy in the back.
Was it because of his eyes? The first time she saw him, she dismissed his hair as bleached. But his eyes, too intense to be artificial, were always dulled by his lack of emotion.
Like her.
She was so caught up in her revelation that she barely heard the class dismissal. As usual, she was one of the last to leave, pausing at her locker to pick up some more books.
"Hey!"
Maka wanted to sigh. She turned around to stare at a... flock of girls.
Their "leader" glared fiercely at her, "What were you and Soul talking about?"
"...Huh?"
She then leaned forward to come face to face with Maka who had to restrain herself from biting the girl's nose off.
"You're supposed to be smart aren't you?" she accused condescendingly, "What were you doing with our Soul?"
Our Soul. Pft.
"Talking about spoons." she said blankly. Well, they talked about a book about spoons. Very briefly.
"You think you're better than us huh?" the girl was almost screaming now, which was unnecessary as Maka was around 2 inches away from her.
Not really?
She didn't answer, so the girl continued, "Stay away from Soul, you snot-nosed bookworm."
Maka snorted, causing the girl to reel back.
"What the hell's your problem?" one of the girls demanded from the crowd.
Maka closed her locker, twirling the dial to a random number, "Uh."
Playing stupid was always a good tactic.
It was no good, they were converging on her, "Just say you'll have nothing to do with Soul! You wouldn't have a chance with him anyways!"
"Yeah he only talked to you because he was bored!"
Maka wondered if that was true, either way...
"You think so?"
"Forget this." the leader said, smirking now, "Clearly she has the social IQ of a child. He must have felt sorry for her."
The girls followed after her, agreeing whole-heartedly. She could still hear their laughter from around the corner.
Maka didn't know whether to be pissed off that they tried to scare her or that they considered her worthless, either way she walked purposefully to the entrance of the school grounds.
"Hi, Soul. I hope you didn't wait long."
Soul looked up to see Tsubaki descending the stairs.
"Not really."
She smiled, relieved, "That's good. By the way, how did-"
Soul wanted to sigh when Tsubaki was blocked off by a wall of females.
"Hi Soul!"
"Are you going home yet?"
"Didn't you just hate that English test today?"
They had a test?
"How come we didn't see you at lunch?"
"What color is your motorcycle?"
How the hell did they know he owned a motorcycle? He was tall enough to glare over their heads at Tsubaki who only smiled sheepishly. That was the face of guilt. His eyes narrowed.
Soul was just planning an escape route when someone brushed past him from behind, almost pushing him in to the hungry crowd of girls.
"Fine." a voice muttered, so low he could barely hear it.
Soul peeked over his shoulder to see her back briskly retreating off school grounds.
He grinned.
A/N: I AM SO SORRY.
WHAT IS THIS?
I DUNNO.
.
help