Chapter 1: How Cliché.

A/N: Hiya, Phantom here! So, this one will be another project I'm working on. I'm sorry if I take really long to update, I've been pretty busy. But a lot more stories will come out and I'm going to get rid of most of my stories or fix them if I enjoy them. It depends. Also their will be nsfw later on to come! Well, hope you enjoy. Reviews are appreciated!-Phantom4747


Soul grumbled, listening to Sid ramble on about health and other, as they say: 'important' crap.

"That's why miss Albarn will teach you safety today." Sid pronounced.

Oh fucking great. Miss Social-butterfly has to say something. As always. Maka Albarn: Top of every class, captain of the cheerleading squad, and everything else, even things you didn't know existed. Soul actually considered she was a fucking robot. Being that she's so perfect. A cheerleader (imagine seeing your totally hot girlfriend flash her nice ass and legs every single day), smart, talented, beautiful, innocent big green eyes, blonde hair, not to mention in pigtails and a nice physic. Sure, she could still fill-in on the upper side but they'll evantually grow.

But Maka Albarn did have her cons, like...

(1.) She was a know it all.

(2.) She flew off the handle a lot of times (but Soul kinda found that hot in a way).

(3.) Fat ankles and (4.) Tiny chest.

He doubted she noticed him though, yeah, almost every day a girl has confessed to him but he doubted she knew him. She did pass him flyers for the up coming dance but that was about it. Zip. Nada. Nothing. The first time they spoke and it was more than: You should come to the Valentine's Dance! And: I'll think about it.

Was when they were both juniors and she fell to the floor when he bumped into her. He mumbled a sorry, picking up her notes and no matter how uncool it sounded, their hands bumped together trying to reach for a paper and it felt like an electric charge jumped inside him. Her face was a beautiful scarlett, Soul will never forget how adorable it was and how it almost made him blush. He grinned a wide grin, so wide that his mouth hurt. "Soul."

"Maka Albarn, nice to meet you." But the bell rang and that was it.

Nothing else, not that he cared. She had her stuff to do and he had his procrastination to continue. So, it was fair, they were both busy in their 'studies.'

The bell went off, signaling it was over and Soul stood up. "Uh, excuse me!" Soul sighed, looking over his shoulder and blushed when he realized that she wasn't talking to the class but him. At least that's what he thought by the way she was staring directly at him. Their cheeks were going rosey, eyes widening and she broke their gaze.

She cleared her throat, looking back at the students, her eyes reganing their normal big size and her cheeks brushing off the dusty rose. "Sorry to disrupt your plans but being that this is the first football game this year, me and the cheerleading squad would really appreciate it if you could come and support our team." Soul rolled his eyes which she caught with a huff. She narrowed her eyes at him and just the glare she gave off made him want to apologize but he held his grouned. That was the cool thing to do.

"Sorry to bother, carry on." She dismissed as if a teacher.

The chit-chat got louder, most saying how they would be there. The girls saying they couldn't miss all the hot football players, the guys saying they would never deny the pleasure of watching Maka, Tsubaki and Liz in mini skirts which made Soul's eyebrow twitch. He decided to leave, the last thing he wanted was Black*Star running in and tackling him to the ground, forcing him to watch his, O' so Mighty football game.

But was stopped. Something tugging on his jacket sleeve. He looked over his shoulder, having to look farther down by the height difference. Maka Albarn, of fucking course. "Do you have something to say to me?" She asked with a pout. A pout nobody could ever take seriously.

"No. Do you have something to tell me?"

She huffed. "Don't act so innocent. I saw that eye roll."

He gasped exasperated. "Did you? My lord, take me in officer." He snorted, grabbing her delecate hand and replacing it off his jacket to her hip. He began walking away, shaking his head and was annoyed about how she acted so familiar with him even though they talked twice. Maybe a few more being that she always had something to say and he always had something to add.

"You aren't as much of a gentlemen as I remember!" He stopped in his tracks, about to look over his shoulder but she jumped in front of him. What's up with her? Why was she talking to him now?

Her cheeks started to light up and she frowned. "You don't remember?" Her voice was actually genuinely hurt and it made his stomach twist. "Er, no! Um...yeah, how's it been since junior high, Albarn?"

She smiled. "You do remember?"

He nodded.

"Are you going to the football game?"

He snorted. "Ah yes, watching as Black*Star tackle everybody to the ground and pronounce how much of a god he is? I think I'll save my ear drums the pleasure." She giggled at that and it made him look away for a second because his face felt hot and his palms felt sweaty. That's uncool.

"It's not as bad as it looks..." She insisted.

"Really? Albarn, you always were a horendous liar. I've been to one before. It smells like puke and sweaty teens, then there's the annoying cheers - no offense - and last there is always some sort of fight going on in the stands."

"...Well, I'm not going to beg but it would be nice if you could come..." She looked sheepishly at the ground, her pigtails were hanging as she did so and her blush didn't faze.

Oh, no. "When does it start?"

"In an hour, actually. But I'm going over their to get warmed up. Why?"

"Behind the school, right?" Why is he talking?

"Yeah."

"I'll walk you there...just for protection." And there he goes.

She smirked. "Yeah, cause a five feet walk puts a lot of pressure on a girl."

He returned the coy smirk. "Well, with your fat ankles I wouldn't be surprised."

She gaped. "Fa-? Fat ankles!"

"Ha- OW! The hell, Maka! Where did that even come-! You should join the damn football team, if you do that!"

He side stepped past her kick and sprinted over to the arena only for her to chase after.


"Are you alright?" She asked, knealing down to the out-of-gas Soul. It was a stupid idea to try and out run the number one track runner, Albarn.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not that old." He steadied himself up and began walking to the stands. The football field was big, he sometimes was amazed by how unfazed Black*Star is. Running something like that, sure, he was strong and he knew how the sport worked but nothing he would actually do. Black*Star would have to make him do that by force.

Come to think of it, Star would force him to do something like that.

His eyes trailed over to Maka, she grabbed a black bag that laid on the bench and walked over to a porter potty. Soul promised himself that he would never go in a place like that, with the water green and the stench almost deadly. Yeah, that wouldn't happen. He had respect for Maka at that moment, how she so fearlessly walked in there.

Then, after a few minutes passed she came out. Her checkered mini skirt was gone and changed into an even tinier mini skirt, sweater vest into a ting top that showed a little of her belly button and white sneakers. Her tang top said: Go Sharks! Probably because that was their school's mascott. But all in all, she cleaned up nice. He thought she was hot before...

She walked over to the bleachers and Soul crossed his legs trying not to think of how her white smooth legs showed and how he could see the hem of her panties and how smooth her stomach looked. "How long are you gonna stay?" She asked, sitting down beside him.

"Until everybody starts coming."

"Antisocial much?" She raised her eyebrow.

"Mm, I have enough interaction being friends with Black*Star."

Her face soured, her lips flattening. "I can't understand why a guy like yourself would be friends with that doofus." She sighed, sitting on the grass and stretched out her legs which made her muscles pop and her squint from pain and then pleasure.

"That's pretty harsh. Heard you two were close?" He asks.

Her face grimmed and she held her stretch pose, Soul was actually familiar with the stretch, butterfly, he think they called it. "Childhood friends, nothing more. He doesn't know what I like, I don't know what he likes. And both of us don't care for it." Her words sounded detatched from him, in a prideful and uncaring way. "But he's Black*Star once you know him-"

"You can never to seem to shake him off...yeah, I know." Soul finished for her before he smirked, "All in all though, he's a pretty decent guy."

"Yeah, I guess, just don't invite him over your house...and if you do-"

"Make sure the door and windows are open." He finished again.

"Yo! My man!" Their heads zipped around, Black*Star and Tsubaki were jogging towards them, Black*Star with an iditioc grin and Tsubaki with a panicked face. "Uh, well, I'll be on my leave then." Soul said, looking for another exit to run away. He considered waiting in the porty potty for them to leave but he swore he would never go in one of those and he could probably just slip out when Black*Star was busy pronouncing how much of a god he is.

His arm went flying around Soul's shoulder and Soul couldn't help but snicker, wrapping his hand around his as well. "Hey man," Soul said, his grin widdening as his did.

"Didn't know you two met?" Black*Star said, looking between the two.

"We did, we just got carried in a conversation..." Soul answered which caused Black*Star to raise one of his curious eyebrows. "Anyway Star, I was just leaving. I'll see you later, alright?"

"Nice try, man. Come on, stay with us. Kid's gonna be here too, at least stay with him. It is the first game."

He looks at Black*Star's enormous pleading grin and Tsubaki's timid but pleading smile and then his eyes look downwards to Maka who has pink crossing her cheeks and her moistened lips twisting in curiosity. "Well, it is the first game of the season." He says and he is not staying at all for the know-it-all of the school, no, of course not. After all that type of thing is so cliché.


The game had went as expected, the Sharks had won. Although Soul had to leave during most occasions, mostly when Maka did high kicks and other moves or how she rolled her hips, oh god, how she rolled her hips. The pom poms didn't help much and for once, Soul had to break his promise and had actually entered a porty potty just to get off his hard on which he felt guilty for having.

He usually tried not to look at the know-it-all girl, talking to Liz helped due to the fact that they both enjoyed jazz. Watching Patti make a giraffe out of only cheese and nachos helped and Kid's stupid rants about symmetry seemed to help turn him off completely. He decided to leave due to the fact that everybody was surrounding Black*Star and herself along with the rest of the cheerleaders and football players. Once he was about to reach the end of the field the speakers went on and of course, Black*Star had something to say, "Soul Eater Evans, report back to the field! I repeat report back to the field or I'll have your nuts cut off!"

Then everybody turns to him, watching as he stands and listens to Black*Star's ramble. "Okay! Okay!" He hollers and the recording stops.

"...Black*Star out." He says at last and he can hear him drop the microphone, Soul sighs, stuffs his hands in his pockets, keeps his head low and tries to ignore all the funny looks that come his way.

"So fuckin' not cool."


A/N: Not that bad, right? Thanks for reading and please remember to review. Again I will remind you, I have a lot of things to do so I apologize if it takes me so long to update. I'll probably post it (or try) at every end of the month, please forgive me if it takes longer, well, I hope you enjoyed, reviews are appreciated! Have a wonderful day! -Phantom4747