Our Dirty Little Secrets
Prologue: Stolen Money
Genre: Humor/Romance/Drama
Slightest crossover of Gossip Girl and Boys Over Flowers (Hana Yori Dango)
SoulMaka, Black StarTsubaki, KidChrona/KidLiz
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater nor Gossip Girl nor Boys Over Flowers
Summary: Maka is in the richest school with the biggest scandals. There are two reasons she's there, firstly, overprotective father and second, scholarship. It's a hard life when everyone's against you.
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"Good morning Shibusen High. Nyaah! This is Blair and this is Fair Fate for the latest news. Let's start the day off with some wonderful gossip. Seems Rejected Boy has been rejected once again. But technically, that's not news. But lookie here, we've got ourselves a new student. Let's welcome Death the Kid, the principles son. Ladies and gentlemen, it seems Kid is already off limits, The Sisters have already tagged him! You might want to straighten up dear, Kid here likes symmetry. 0 3 7, call me, Fair Fate."
"Someone turn that crap off already."
Blair, may I say is a total hoe. Skimpy clothes, no life, how bad can a person get? Even worse, she thinks acting like a cat is cute?! And don't get me started on Fair Fate and all her gossip. Somehow, she finds out everything, one way or another.
But actually it's Spirit's fault I'm in this place where stuck-up jerks love to dwell, he will never be known as my papa ever again. But then again it's also my fault, getting a good education and a good job comes at a price... being here.
The only way I've been surviving is telling myself, when I get super rich with my great paying job, they'll be bums and they'll be begging people like me to donate to their charities.
But with this school, if you're the richest you control this place and rich people can only be rich people's friends. Normal people like me don't put up with their bragging of their new accessory or new clothes every day.
Okay... now I'm the one acting stuck up. But they think they're too good for people with only enough money to get by. And tripping up the stairs to a class doesn't help either.
"Shut up, like you can talk, Ditz. Only I Black Star..."
I'm labelled the ditzy one (because of that stupid staircase, truthfully, I've never gone up those stair ever again), but in reality Liz and Patti are a lot more ditzy than I am. Both of them go for the same guy, are they looking for a threesome?
But right now I would like to throw a book at Black Star. He never shuts up about himself. 'Oh, I'll surpass god,' or 'I'm the best ever," Well god doesn't talk about himself that much, others do! And I don't see anyone else talking about Black Star, not in a good way that is.
Blair knows me as 'The Flat-Chest' and Fair Fate likes to use both or a mix of both.
There are only 2 full classes of people in each year; it's that hard to get in. I'm not sure whether it was my brains or Spirit, who works here, that got me in.
I like to think it was my brains.
And when is this new boy going to come? He's already 3 hours late.
Everyone's head turned toward the slowly opening door. Like a dramatic effect.
A guy dressed in black with skulls as buttons like the school's logo and had three white stripes across his hair.
Even though we're already in high school we still have uniforms.
"Everyone, this is Death the Kid, treat him well,"
As everyone gaped at him, he took the seat in front of me. I saw a few jealous glares all directed at me.
"Are you crazy?"
"Is there something wrong with me sitting here?"
"There's a reason everyone avoids sitting anywhere near me,"
"What? Do you smell or something?"
"No?"
"Well there shouldn't be a problem then."
I sat there just staring at him in surprise. But he's a newbie; the newbie always ends up ditching their first lame or 'true' friend once they start to fit in.
It'll only be a matter of time.
Chrona's been the only one who hasn't done that, she's cool like that. But everyone else calls her a hermaphrodite, she's a girl, if you people haven't noticed.
"Looks like he's chosen the Flat-Chested Ditz,"
Soul Eater, a popular guy who even has his own fan club, (Blair of course being one of the leaders).
He's like a devil, literally eating peoples souls, well their spirit or ego can die by just looking at the guy.
First day I talked to him he was laughing at me. Second time, he tripped me over. Third time he called me 'Flat-Chested' and made bets about me.
One day I swear he'll get it. Karma finds a way, I should know.
--xXx--
I heard a funny hitting noise coming from Kid. He was banging on the table for some reason.
"Kid, what are you doing?"
"This table is wonky, it's really irritating. Why can't it be straight?"
"Okay..." I looked away.
The bell finally rang and I packed up, getting out of the room as quickly as possible. I wouldn't want to be approached by 'The Sisters' who've already tagged Kid.
"Hey, I need to talk to you,"
Crap... too late.
"What is it?"
"Kid," Liz gave me a glare. "Why exactly did he sit in front of you?"
"'Cause there was an empty seat," I shrugged.
"Listen, you make any moves on him and you'll be living in a closet for the rest of you time here, I'll make sure of it."
She spun around, blond hair almost hitting me in the face and stormed away. It doesn't really bother me if I lived in a closet here, since living in a closet to Liz would be like living in my average sized room.
But it wasn't like I was going to hit on Kid anyway, that sounds like something Blair would do.
"Interested in Kid now? Flat-Chested Ditz," Soul smirked at her and walked away.
"Fair Fate here. My my, it seems like blackmail is the new fad. Watch yourself Flat-Chest, you might just land yourself in a huge load of trouble. Don't wanna be staying in a closet, now do we? But it seems Symmetry Boy is a hit, well with the girls. And Scythe Boy, how are you gonna deal with your own troubles let alone give others trouble. Tut, tut. Naughty, naughty. 0 3 7, text me, Fair Fate."
Geez, who tells her these things? She must have like super hearing or something!
But unfortunately I'm too smart to actually believe that.
--xXx--
All classes were over and I always meet Chrona on the nice green grass outside the dorms. Things were the same today.
Chrona was sort of rich, her mother worked as a nurse here and in the hospital on the otherside of town too. They pay a lot for nurses and doctors nowadays, since so many people were getting injured.
"Chrona! How was your day?"
"I-It was a-alright," The lavender haired girl stuttered.
"You're lying, what happened?"
"No, really, it w-was a-alright," She fiddled with the grass. "Maka, um... you know the new boy?"
"Yeah? Don't tell me you..."
She nodded, disappointed in herself. "It's just that, he was nice to m-me and d-didn't call me a, a her-hermaph—"
"No, that's not what I meant. It's okay to like someone."
"Maka... Do you like anyone?"
"I," Several people popped into mind. Kid, but just as a future friend. Black Star, no, I don't really like him at all. And Soul, I don't particularly like him but I don't know what it is about him... "No, of course not. After Spirit and Kami's failed marriage, I don't think I ever want to be in a relationship at all,"
That wasn't entirely true.
But I wasn't ready to admit that.
--xXx--
I walked back to my dorm, locking the door and dumped everything on the floor. I leaned against the door and slid down it, tough day, but there was more to come.
I sat down on my bed, jumping up instantly. There was something there, something pointy and painful.
I lifted the sheets up and found a small rock with a note attached.
'Thanks for the money, Noah.'
I ran to the drawer and checked the envelope, the few hundred dollars I'd been saving up, all gone. Most of that was intuition money too, where was I going to get the job to pay for that? Why couldn't this guy rob someone that was actually rich?
My phone vibrated, I picked up but it was just a text.
'Meet me at Death City Cafe at 11am. I have something for you, Noah.'
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How did he even get my number!?
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What do you think?
It may be a little rushed and a bit short but I think it's alright. It's sort of a prologue but at the same time a proper chapter.
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