Maka Albarn fiddled moodily with the cuffs of her sweater as she stared longingly out the window as Tsubaki and Black Star, her two childhood friends, waved goodbye. Tsubaki was contrite and mouthed the word "sorry" as she flicked her head at Black Star who was waving enthusiastically without the slightest bit of guilt. Maka rolled her eyes as she waved back with one hand, while pulling her phone out of her pocket with the other. She was stuck with community service, which meant after class she would spend the majority of her Friday evening at the university, and this was all due to the antics of Black Star.
"Of course he wouldn't get caught." She muttered under her breath, before slouching further down in the uncomfortable school desk and texting Tsubaki:
No biggie. I'll see you later?
Maka :)
Her phone gave a short buzz:
Looking forward to movies and pizza tonight!
XOXO
Tsu
Maka smiled before sliding her phone back into her black skinny jeans. Maka represented an interesting conglomeration of looks; conscious of her still girlish figure, even as a sophomore in college, Maka compensated by wearing tight jeans or leggings that always ended in heavy combat boots that dwarfed her feet, baggy sweaters that fell past her butt, and very rarely, with Tsubaki's persuasion, some cute t-shirts. Today was the usual black jeans and baggy "old man" sweater as Black Star called them.
Today she had made little to no effort on her hair either and had pulled it into it's customary twin pigtails high on her head. Luckily, her ash blond hair was relatively straight and required little work outside of brushing. The only effort that Maka made on a regular basis was a slight line of black eyeliner to accent her deep green eyes.
Reaching up Maka pulled out first one and then the other pigtail before running her fingers through her hair. Her hair fell about to her shoulders in a fashionable set of layers and was really quite pretty down, which is why Maka almost never wore it down.
"If you're done fiddling with your hair, I've been instructed to bring you to Dr. Stein's office." an unfamiliar voice drawled.
Maka sat up quickly and looked over to the doorway where the voice had originated from; slouched against the door frame was the new transfer student, Soul Evans. Maka knew very little about Soul other than the general gossip of his recent transfer from the larger university nearby, and a vibe from him of what seemed to be a general dislike of the small university's atmosphere. Trying not to stare at his snow white hair and crimson eyes Maka hurriedly grabbed her messenger bag and stood up.
"I was not fiddling!" She said indignantly. "And I wouldn't have bothered if I had known you were there." She hitched her bag on her shoulder and marched through the rows of desks to the doorway. "If I hadn't had to wait so long…"
"Cool it chick." Soul held up his hands in mock defeat. "I can't keep up with girls when they go all crazy. I was just told by Stein to go get anyone from the Detention room. He smiled impishly, his slightly pointed teeth making Maka shiver.
Her determined march through the doorway faltered slightly as she passed him and the slight smell of a musky yet spicy cologne made her her pause. Trying to cover the pause she turned quickly toward Soul who she thought was still lounging on the doorframe.
Her quick turn ended up swinging her bag right into Soul's knee, and he winced before stepping back.
"Oh my God!" Maka's expression of righteous anger quickly changed to one of worried agitation. "Are you ok? I'm so sorry, I thought you were still…"
"It's fine. Let's just go." Soul's terse reply and closed expression stopped Maka halfway as she reached out toward him.
"Fine." Her expression mirroring his, she turned quickly once more before striding down the hall toward the offices.
A glint of amusement gleamed in Soul's eyes and he chuckled under his breath and followed her at a much more leisurely pace.