A/N: Simple Dimple One Shot. Well, okay a really long one! Wow I feel like a beast uploading so much crap! Maybe it isn't a lot to you guys (or fast enough^-^) but damn it feels like a shed load to me! And by the way, this shows how much I love you all. I should really be studying for my regents (10:30 at night before a regents, mind you, and I'm typing), buuut its Global tomorrow! Easy peasy…..I wonder why peas are easy…..ugh disgusting mental images!
OC-ness! But I think its cute3
And my first 1st person fanfic, and it's SOUL! YAHOO! *channels inner Black*Star*
Okay I'm done with the random, read on my little churros!
I hated my mom, so I purposefully played "my" music to piss her off. I hated my dad, so I purposefully slammed doors to make his headaches worse. I hated my brother, so I purposefully snubbed his violin skills. I hated my home (if you could call it that), so I purposefully left.
All the things in life I've ever hated, I've done something that it hated.
So what the hell am I supposed to do when this chick I don't even know gets up in my face like this?
Said chick was currently in said face. She didn't say anything, she didn't even look like she wanted to fight or something. She just stared at me. Nose to nose, in my frikkin face!
It was so uncool how unable to react I was. A cool guy wouldn't have let some psycho invade his space like that. Especially on the first day of school. Way to get labeled.
Still staring back into her green eyes (it was like they were staring into my soul…creepy) with wide eyes of my own, I could here people whispering all around me. From my peripheral vision, I could see a group of girls sitting not too far from me looking at me (and the chick) with something like fear in their eyes. Like they were scared for me.
A group of guys to my other side were looking also, except they were grinning. "Wonder if she'll kick his ass like she did to that Ox kid?," one of them whispered excitedly. Okay, now I'm totally weirded out by this chick.
Looking her over now, she didn't look like she could kick anyone's ass. At least from this close up. She actually looked pretty normal, I could even go as far to say that she was kinda cute. If it weren't for the whole in-my-face-capable-of-kicking-ass situation. Her hair was grayish blonde, not dyed like all those fakes walking round. And she had it up in two side ponytails, which sooo did not go with the rest of her outfit.
Creeped out as I was, I actually dared to let my eyes travel Southward. She didn't have much of a rack, but that didn't stop her from wearing a low cut shirt. It was dark blue with white writing ("the angels have the phone box"….okay?) and it stopped at her hip bones. She also wore low rise skinny jeans with a zebra print belt, showing off a nice bit of hip. Maybe, from a distance, I could find her little ensemble sexy, the whole rocker chick thing she had goin on was cool, but not from this close.
In all the time it took me to scan her over, about 10 seconds had passed. And there she was, still staring at me. I couldn't look in her eyes. They were so big and just…green! I've never seen green eyes before. And the expression, like she was…looking for something. Asking me a question that she thought I had the answer to. Well, I have a question and I sure as hell want her to answer it. Can you please get out of my face?
"Oh, there you are!"
Someone grabbed my shoulders from behind and violently pulled me away from Green Eyes. I stumbled a little, tried to catch my balance, all the while she stayed there, still frikkin staring! Whoever pulled me away was my savior, thank you!
"Ahah! I was looking for you everywhere!," the voice said again. I didn't turn to look at who it was, they came up beside me. It was a guy with black hair and 3 white lines on one side. Thank you Kid!
Kid bowed slightly to the chick and chuckled nervously. "I'm terribly sorry, Ma'm! I can assure you he had no idea that was your seat!" So that's what her problem was. I took Miss Priss's seat.
As Kid continued to apologize frantically, she slowly leaned down to occupy the empty seat and said nothing. With her back to us, Kid visibly relaxed. "Sorry, to have bothered you. He's new here," he said, then grabbed my forearm and pulled me to the back of the classroom. He roughly shoved into a seat then sat down beside me.
"What were you thinking?," he whispered venomously, afraid to raise his voice should Green Eyes hear. "Do you know who that is? Do you get a weird thrill out of almost dying? Jeez, Soul, I can't always be there to bail you out should you mess with her!"
Even thought I only met the guy 1st period, it was 4th now, he was already trying to look out for me. I knew he was cool, despite his…weird tendencies. Speaking bout that, he was currently stacking papers on the desk next to us until they were 'perfectly symmetrical.'
I leaned back in my chair and decided to just wait until he was done. Since no one was sitting in front of me, I got a clear view of that chick. She was three rows ahead of me, right up front with the nerds. Weird, she didn't seem like the nerd type. Apparently the other nerds thought so too, since they all sat away from her.
Come to think of it, no one sat by her. No one said 'hi' as they passed her; no one threw notes at her. She was completely alone.
Guess everyone knows to stay away except me. Which leads me to this:
"Who is she anyway?"
Kid froze from his symmetrical duties then turned slowly to face me. His expression was disbelief. He looked at me like I had two heads…on my shoulders…
He sneaked a peek at Green Eyes, saw she wasn't looking, then scooted up into my face (what's up with these people and faces?). He whispered again, "You seriously don't know?"
I shook my head and waited for him to explain.
Kid sighed before continuing. "I know you're new here, but you must've at least heard something?"
"Well, I heard those guys over there say she beat up some kid named… Ox?"
Kid chuckled darkly. "Yeah, he got off easy. Only a broken jaw, black eye and two missing teeth. I guess she was having a good day."
….'Only?'
"You don't wanna mess with her," he rattled on. "Especially you, being that you're a guy. It's a well known fact that she absolutely hates men. Particularly her father, Death Scythe Spirit. Any guy who gives her a wrong look; their face becomes a floor ornament." her father was a Death Scythe, cool. She must go to that DWMA after school. Everyone knew about that school.
"Wow…so I'm guessing that she's a weapon since she can do so much damage," I said, but trailed off as Kid shook his head. "Nope," he said, looking at her like I was. "She's definitely a meister. She uses anything she can get her hands on as a weapon and pounds your face in with it."
I scrunched my forehead in confusion. "Why doesn't she just use her weapon partner?"
Kid looked at me again with the 'oh-my-god-you-have-two-heads' look. "Yeah, cuz she's got a long line of people just dying to pair up with her," he mocked incredulously. We looked up at her again just in time to see her trip some kid in crutches walking by her. Due to his appearance, I could assume it was Ox. Poor sap. Wonder what he did to make her so angry?
We both visibly winced as he hit the floor, hard, and she simply continued on reading. I couldn't see her face, but given that she was a demonic…demon, I could just imagine her smiling to herself. To be honest, now I was afraid. So not cool.
The teacher walked in then, 10 minutes late might I add. He sat in his rolling chair and turned to the class. He was a weird lookin guy (this whole school was weird) and twisted a…screw…sticking out of…his head…..okay.
"Alright class. First day! Get into groups of three and get ready to have some dissecting fun!"
Kid and I let some guy with blue spiky hair into our group (he talked the whole time about he was gonna surpass the gods). We dissected a frog, pretty basic, but it was cool. The kid with blue hair I learned was Black*Star, and he and I had way too much fun cutting up the dead amphibian. Kid just cried at how asymmetrical our incisions were.
I was actually enjoying myself for once, maybe life here wouldn't be so bad after all.
But all throughout class, my eyes kept drifting back to that mysterious girl. I don't know what it was but, but something about made me feel like…like she didn't want to be feared, like there was something more to her.
She worked alone.
Lunch rolled around and it turned out Black*Star and Kid had the same lunch period as me. They invited me to sit with them and their friends. Black*Star's friend, Tsubaki, was from Japan like me, but her English wasn't as good. She was nice enough though, very kind and quiet. How she puts up a ego-maniac evades me.
Kid's friends were not so quiet. Almost as loud as Black*Star, the walking pixie stick Patty was crazy! She could definitely go against Black*Star in a psycho hyper…person contest. Liz was a little bit more held back, but not much. She was such a bad ass. She had a reputation almost as bad as Green Eyes, but even bad ass Liz was scared to take her on.
Seeing as the lunch room was way too loud, I decided to just eat in the hallway. I excused myself from the table, complaining of a headache, and took my books outside. Looking around before sliding down the wall, I made sure no one was around before I pulled out my book. It was a new one my brother got me before I left. I hate him, but I was dying for this book to come out. So I took it.
Hopefully no one comes around. Cool guys don't read.
I ate my sandwich fast so I could have the rest of the period to read as much as I could. It was a sci-fi about life on another planet and how humans had to ward off some aliens that wanted to eat them. It was the 5th in the series, and after about 10 minutes I was on chapter 7. I was so captivated with the book, I didn't even hear her walk by me. didn't hear her footsteps stop short, turn around, and stop in front of me.
Crap. I was caught. There goes my budding reputation as the 'cool guy.'
Slowly lowering the book, I looked at the feet in front of me. They were classic high top black Converse, but had skull emblems all over them. I recognized them as the DWMA symbol. It was an extra curricular school for delinquents used to teach them morals and perform community service, such as helping cops find and arrest small town criminals.
There was only one person I've meet so far today that could have those shoes.
Glancing up with my eyes, I saw Green Eyes looking down at me. I was expecting the look she gave me in the classroom, but she gave me a completely different look. She actually looked surprised. And intrigued.
Deciding to downplay it, I turned my head up to her and shot out, "What? Never seen a guy read before?"
She didn't even blink, and inside I braced myself for the ass whooping I was gonna get. But it never came. Instead she straightened back up and walked away. Wow! I got off again no problem. Go cool me!
I watched her walk away. Green Eyed Tiny Tits had a nice swag, gotta admit. If she weren't so damn anti-social, I might actually take a shot-
"That's a good series. Can't wait for the 6th one."
She said it quietly, but I heard her. It was the first time I heard her talk. Strange as it was, it kinda reminded me of when my brother played the violin.
I felt like I had to say something but what? It had to sound cool, like I wasn't scared shitless by her!
"Uh, hey!," she walked a little slower when hearing my voice. It cracked a bit at the end (NOT COOL) so I tried to quietly clear my throat. "Soul…My names Soul."
She stopped short and just froze. I swallowed. God, what did I do now? All I said was my name. Jesus, way to go 'cool guy.' Finally got her to say something and you go and fuck it up with-
"Maka."
Then she walked around the corner. Maka… Huh…. Just maybe.
This was gonna be a good year.
She held her breath as she walked away. Well, not walked, more like ran. As soon as she was out of his sight, she booked it to her favorite reading spot she liked to go to during her lunch. End of the hall, by the stairs, on the window ledge. Perfect reading light conditions and absolute silence. The only sound anywhere was the pounding of her heart.
It had taken her 10 minutes to get to chapter 7 last night, but she just couldn't focus now. All she could think of was Red Eyes, sitting just a few classes away. Soul, the new kid with white hair and striking red eyes.
She'd heard some girls in the hallway earlier say he was 'omg totally hot, but those eyes are soooo creepy.' she rolled her eyes remembering. He was fucking gorgeous. At first she though he was a little sheltered, but when he didn't back down after taking her seat, she knew he was different.
All other kids couldn't bear to look her straight in the eyes, but he stared back no problem. She liked that.
Giving up on the book, she sleepily gazed out the window. Closing her eyes, she could only see him behind her lids. The image of him reading, her favorite series!, was burned into her memory. And then he spoke…
She couldn't help the girly giggle that escaped her lips. He talked to her! Actually told her his name! He was different. So different. She loved it.
Tomorrow, she told herself, tomorrow I will talk to him! I will. I'm sick of being so alone.
This was gonna be a good year.
A/N: and you see where it goes from there. I could turn this into a story (if u guys really want me to) BUT I want at least 5 reviews saying yes. And I wanna post up at least 2 more chapters for my other SE stories before even considering this sttory. For now a one shot. Hope you liked it. I had fun writing it=D
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