Title:Complicated
Summary:Something was different. I frowned as I indifferently dragged my eyes to the corner and step back at him 'in a not so obvious way'. Mind you people, I am NOT interested to this new guy. Its just that, I don't know if it was just me but he was looking at me when he said the next words,
"..I'm fond of bookworms."
Disclaimer:I do not own Soul Eater.
This story is un-beta'ed. Again, it would take a lot of time to publish this story if I did :'(
Word count: 2,902
Chapter 1:The New Student's Favored Bookworm
They said:
Books are companions.
Books are companions that held our only refuge.
Books are companions that held our only refuge and the only passage to escape reality.
Realities that bears sufferings and grieves.
Fantasies that bears happy endings and nonstop wonderful imagination; the lies undiscovered underneath the covers of realities.
But what if…
…they are the reason for you are trapped in a world different from yours. A dimension of love.
The previous school year has come to an end though needless to say, on every ending a new start will bloom.
Drained out and liquified, vacation has come to an end and so, students should have once again, step foot into trials and tests of intellects in their studies and even meet friends along the way to their dreams that were lead in a long, winding and bumpy trails of golden paths. Journey has started once again
Footsteps were filled in the hallway, muffled tug of low and dull stumping steps riveted on every flat side of the walls; bouncing as it separately echoed apart from the others for the best. Friends huddled in small groups, bystanders and other students that insecurely stood right next to their lockers stopped their conversations for awhile just to scarcely turn their head and look in his way, extroverted and full of curiosity. Sessions of gossips and sorts of howler laughter came to an abrupt stop as shocked and captivated faces covered every student in the hallway, there was no other expression visible to their astonishment and admiration. Everyone was silent as a boy with silk like jet black hair held his hands deep into his jeans' pockets and continued to saunter expectantly through the crowded corridor, three white stripes curved round the left side of his head adorned the beauty of his nature though completely looking unsymmetrical from his left and right. Yet too stunning for a regular schoolboy look, let me add few details further bout his description, he also had two dazzling golden orbs that shimmered as if some kind of a jewel as he kept his eyes on track of where he is heading to, oblivious of the different stares and speechless amazement that were banished on him; he was too lazy to contemplate on things that weren't even worthy for his precious time-even greatly lesser than his life. He smiled faintly to himself and ran a hand through his hair, casually acting just as normal like other people though incomparable to them due to his charming look; his skin was so pale, like frostbitten ice on a cold winter morning. Utterly without a word slipping out of his tongue, he just kept on strolling; completely engrossed of the place he had suited himself in, but nonetheless didn't make it as a good reason to cause a delay on his matter. Glancing at things with his eyeballs only doing all the work was easier than compared to the usual wander-shifting the head on every direction.
..
MAKA ALBARN
God. Keep it down, Maka. Be calm.I mentally cooled myself as i breathe in a lot of air, trying to relieve the stress I felt right from this moment. This is more than what I've expected last year. I closed my eyes for a moment, relaxing my weary eyes that twitched irregularly against the noise. Damn it.One day, they'll certainly pay for this. Sigh. But sure is, lucky they are, I am not the type of a stereotype person or so I thought...I am? Tsk. Screw that thought. I am always good, kind, considerate and humble towards others and it is in your hand whether you believe in me or not. I don't care.
"Someone's reading here, stupids! So shut the hell up and die," I yelled through gritted teeth, uncontrollably, my voice trembled with anger and hatred.I hate guys.Ugh.
I saw Soul look in my way. "Yeah. whatever you say, tiny-tits" He mockingly commented, rolling his eyes before cracking a sly smirk. He haughtily snorted before returning back to his recent doing. Right. Having fun of prying their eyes and full attention on a girls magazine with a perverted daze creeping on their malicing faces. Man. Magazines like that's driving them like maniacs.
"Pervert" I mumbled softly, wrinkling my nose in disgust. Subtly feeling tinge of my life's worthless time, I drew out a sigh and drastically dropped my head to the table in utter defeat. I groaned inwardly before biting my lower lip in disappointment. Endure. Endure. Endure.
"Crap! That was totally H-O-T and A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!"
"Damn it. I wish my girlfriend was like her!"
Not.
That's it.
Exasperated, I raised my head from being low and snapped back at the crowd of boys as I stood up, "If you can't shut up, then perhaps lower down your voice," The hardiness leaked in my voice disappeared as I meekly darting my sight directly flashed to the ground, my right hand laid clenched and unmoving on my wooden desk. "At least, give me some space.."
"Who does?" One of them conceitedly ridiculed as if I'm some kind of a laughing-stock. I frowned, biting my lower lip in distress and depression. "You're just jealous because it is not you who were talking about, nerd."
With that term being mentioned, my large, round glasses slid down my nose. I blinked once in surprise as I unnervingly pushed them back comfortably perched on top of my nose bridge again and my action did gained one round of boisterous laughter as if one sort of a contagious illness caused by a joke.
Many things had been running in my mind now. It was even subtle to understand clearly what I really wanted to do as revenge but though, I kept myself quiet and humble...for now.
"Hah, mind your own business, little girl. Why don't you grow your boobs there and work on how to act like a real girl rather than being an animalistic frog" Black*Star rowdily scoffed, placing his hands crossed over her head, his eyebrows arched with a predatory grin on her face. No words occupied my mouth, composed, I just flew my eyes close and slunk back to my seat, not wanting to gain more attention.
"Fantasizing would be the best you would've get" In an account of words, without stealing a glance on the speaker, when he spoke, his voice was rather gruff and low. Ah, probably it is, Soul.
"True," I started, my voice went cold and somewhat, monotone. In the distance, I could hear outrageous burst from laughing and obviously, it would have been stupid if I don't admit that their referred laughing material—is me. "But at least my mind's still in its perfect shape unlike yours which is probably in denial of being racked and polluted with that worthless H-rated magazines" I added, my voice was even, nonetheless. The guys were silence for a minute before they got back to their conversations and cheers. Sigh. I drastically felt like I was almost dying from too much noise pollution that caused a sudden flinch of nausea on my seemingly bleeding ears which were on the verge of complaining from near deaf and so much more from my rambling mind that closely demanded nothing but peace as it was holding a tempt of knocking down any minute. I cant take this anymore. I took off my glasses and placed it partly aside from the center. Without a care to the world and also because of frustration, I knock my head against the table repeatedly with weak force. I wouldn't halt, not until the urge of bleeding would occur, but even so, sensing that a bump literally grew up and showed itself on the public, I nonchalantly stopped. For a moment, I heard my glasses produced a sound that rung through my ears, a small cringe would be enough to describe it. That was so stupid of me. Anyways, like I care. I rose my head and gradually started from chafing the small bump that had just appeared as a sign of my stupidity, gently with my right hand.
I momentarily shut my eyes close, releasing a long, heavy, lagged sigh and slowly, I pulled the zipper to the bag open before reaching in to pull out a relatively large looking book with its pages having wide range of high intellectual features.
My best friend.
Yes, books. They are my only friends.
It might have been ironic, how I found the greatest comfort in books where all of the fictional characters were most attractive. Don't try to point out the patheticalness in that. I'm aware of it.
All of the boys in reality seemed just so..air-headed, egotistic, selfish, insensitive, inconsiderate, and the list could go on and on.
Don't get me wrong. I like boys as companions. But something other than that? I don't think so. At this rate, I'll never have a boyfriend, spouse, or kids. I'd probably adopt, which isn't a bad thing, yes? I always thought there were too many orphans and not enough parents.
I flipped the book open, so as my relaxed eyes. I tried to search for the bookmark placed on a certain page, on which I last read the content. I heaved out another retiring sigh as I forced myself to focus only to the trap which was in my hands. Trying the best that I can to ignore the crowd of students that filled in the large, spacious classroom was not easy even for a top student like me. Not even the least.
I was about to read my book when a golden-blonde, slicked down hair screeched at the top of his lungs; releasing too much air pressure out from his definite and diluted, trickled breath. When he spoke, his voice was tensed and hard. "Crap. The dinosaur is coming!"
Heh. That's what they usually address or hereby, secretly call Professor Stein. I sarcastically rolled my eyes at his amazingly stupid announcement while others shipped on the class were on the brink of losing consciousness as they hurried themselves to settle in to their designated areas.
"Annoying much,"I blandly stated, eyes once took a peek from the outside world; out of my stupendous fantasy—books. Out from being angry, i tried my best to hide it as i vented my rage on my guileless book through my tightened clutch on the book; apathetically dropping my head back down with my squinted emerald eyes that laid only for my ventured best friend. Spur of the moment. Tch. Can't they just all disappear at once? Ugh, I hate my life.
"Heads off of your seatmates! We gotta work on for this if we don't want to pass out" A boy with nothing but a pair of huge, thick, round, twirling glasses and receding hairline fairly remarked, standing up from his seat with a synchronized beat of his hands that slammed hard on the wooden desk. Everyone cringed in their seats and stayed quiet as they, not including me, should really be as plain students and without any further notice, Stein entered the room; slamming the door open with his own while sliding in on his leather gray swivel chair and ended up falling of from his feet, headfirst. The almost forever loud chatters and screams ended as well. I smiled to myself before going back to reading.
"Alright," Stein started, meekly raising a hand above his head. "Class is going to start now so take your seats." He announced, pulling out a cigarette and lightly twisted on his chair. He sniffed. With that, everyone under his class begun to uproar loud protests as they yelled disapproval from his statement. Surely, every student has a wish to just burn and erase school out of this world, even me. If there wasn't, then I would have all the time to indulge myself with books but sadly, its certainly not gonna happen—rather just hope for it to happen though.
Stein ignored the protesting sounds of his students, i am still an exception, as he cocked a bemused brow and blew out a cloud of smoke in the shape of a misshapen skull. "But first, help me welcome the arrival of a new student that will join our exciting undertaking experiences beginning this year." He yawned and indifferently diverted his gaze to the opened access. "You may now come in and introduce yourself."
Right. More peasants.
I snarled as i found myself losing appetite and interest to the article. I mentally shook my head to clear off my occupied mind and sunk back to into my book, analyzing each word that entered my mind.
As if on a cue, all the girls began to wildly squeal as the new guy stepped foot into the room; with the sudden 'said' rise of temperature, 'fan girls' didn't even stand a chance to survive as they helplessly fell off of their seats and faint on the cold marble floor with a dreamy face while guys in their room just barely clicked their tongue and shouted woes.
Boiling in anger, I shifted my gaze quickly to the cover as I closed the book. Want to know why? Stein had just been sending me glares that are pretty much said 'Close-your-book-if-you-dont-want-detention-after-class'.
I huffed as I rested my chin on my palm and my eyesight set on the outside scenery through the aid of the window. All that I could see from the third floor was the field, playground, cafeteria, some trees and a fountain.
No inspiration at all.
"Hey, tiny tits, aren't you excited?" I heard Soul's voice behind me. He craned his head over my right with his eyes lazily dragged on my direction. I could sense slyness with a hint of mockery radiating from his flashing crimson eyes.
"If what you mean is the new guy, I'm not,"I continued to look on the book, my expression was bland and disinterested as i fiddled with the leather binding of my book.
He nodded and rolled his eyes. "Boring" He blurted out, disenchanted with my reply. He threw himself back to leaning on his chair with an irritated look crossed on his face. But to no avail, my confidence and honesty quickly melted as the voice rounded above made my ear prick. I flinched a bit in shock but nonetheless, short-lived as I held my breath and monotonously pulled my eyes to meet in front, tilting my head a little to the right to peek a glimpse of the new student then subsequently back, adjacent to the adviser.
"Pay attention," that was the only words that Stein afford to say. Short but with authority. He always use that bossy tone whenever he wanted to get someone's attention. And this is the first time for this school year that my name has been mentioned. Great. Thanks to shark teeth.
The new student pretended to be stoic which was really realistic as he made his way in front of the class and stared back at the crowd of students with cold, mesmerizing golden eyes.
As if. I bet those eyes of his are just contacts. Tell me, who has gold eyes. Tch. Eat grass.
Suddenly, the room fell into dead silence, scrutinizing a curious glare at his direction but hence, the quality time of pure silence was then broke when he cracked a friendly smile, perfectly curved-up with the same level as the other one as if a mirror that mimics every single move the other one makes and to be precise, I'm not one of them. I am NOT and NEVER will be taking interests to a smiling-ass. He glanced to Stein and back to the class before him.
"Hi, I'm Death the Kid. Pleased to meet you" was his short introduction and ended it with a very light and charming beam that captivated everyone which made the room even more louder AND which is annoying me to the bones that anyone could ever thought though despite of all such crazy things, -me- as the great Maka Albarn will always be an exception. Its just that, the letters B-O-Y and M-A-K-A never clicks. I'm irritated. See what I mean? If not, Ugh, your problem.
He politely bowed his head, now, a few girls began to gossip about him which is really BIG help to BOOST his ego.
"So, Kid, can you leastwise find a word that describes your likings." Stein stated, not inquired. This 'kid guy' smilingly nodded and winked..wait.
Something was different. I frowned as I indifferently dragged my eyes to the corner and step back at him 'in a not so obvious way'. Mind you people, I am NOT interested to this new guy. Its just that, I don't know if it was just me but he was looking at me when he said the next words,
"..I'm fond of bookworms."
/Freeze/
And here we are, chapter one ends here. I'm sorry for the grammar mistakes. It's just that it's already past midnight when I decided on making this new story and I have no time to check on it again, but in any case, please leave a review if you want me to continue.
May 13, 2012
—Coffee