IF YOU HAVE NOT READ BREAK UP I STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU READ IT BEFOR ETHIS STORY! This story will be a sequel to Breakup. I really hope you guys enjoy it, because I didn't get much feedback on the prequel. But the story just didn't seem complete, so I simply HAD to add a sequel! Anyways, as always, favourite, fallow, or REVIEW and I'll give you a SHOUT-OUT! I hope you lurve it! Here it is! :)
I ran down the hallway to my locker. I was already late to my fourth class, and I didn't want to be twenty minutes late! If I got one more tardy slip, I'd have a DETENTION. Ain't no WAY am I getting a detention! I pulled out my books from the bottom of the growing pile in my locker, causing everything to topple down from it. I groaned and hurriedly stacked everything back up. Once I had my things, I bolted back down the hallway and down the steps to get to my fourth period social studies class. I looked through the small window in the door to the room and saw everyone's tired and bored faces staring at the teacher mindlessly. I gripped the handle and pushed through the door, hoping that nobody would notice my tardiness. Just as I had expected, everyone's heads whipped to the opened door. I nervously smiled and walked to my seat.
"Maka Albarn," the teacher said, not even bothering to look up from her clipboard, "Tardy, again." I gulped.
"Detention," she said, holding out a pink slip of paper with the word "DETENTION" in bold letters across the front. I sighed and took the piece of paper from her hand.
"Take your seat," she said, and turned to the chalk board. I held my face in my left hand and propped it up on my desk. A perfect start to a perfect day, I thought, tapping my pencil on my desk furiously. I quickly glanced over in the direction of Soul, and then snapped my head back, regretting it. Shit! He saw me! I took another little peak at him so that he couldn't see me. He was staring at his feet, not looking at me anymore. Ever since we broke up it's been like a fucking roller coaster. Ever since he dumped me life's been absolutely terrible. Ever since that time, ever since he hurt me like that…I gripped my pencil so hard I broke it. Sighing, I picked up the broken pieces and tossed them into my binder, zipping it up. There's no sense in trying to get him back, I thought, he doesn't even want to be my friend for Pete's sake! I might as well just forget about him. It's as useless as trying to walk on walls with your bare feet. He's moved on, leaving me to cry in the dust and rubble of our relationship. It's done. Game over. I know this is my entire fault, but maybe it isn't? Maybe he's just not talking to me because he's hurt too? I doubt it. It's been over a month and I STILL can't get over him. Now that's saying something. I already dated two other guys just to dump them both…I don't think about him when I'm with somebody, so maybe I should just always have a boyfriend. Will that actually work…?
"Maka!" I jumped back to reality.
"Maka! Pay some fucking attention!" the teacher yelled, and started passing out work sheets. I went back to daydreaming about Soul. He was staring at the wall now, not bothering to put in any effort to pass the papers down to his class mates.
"Soul, pass it!" I heard a couple kids say. He snapped back to reality and threw the papers on someone's desk. I heard a few sighs and moans and then everyone went silent as they tried to focus on the work sheet. I tried too, but I couldn't. I even accidentally wrote "Soul" on an answer line! Giving up, I put the paper in my book and pretended to make progress while I continued to think. If love exists, then why do people hurt each other? If love exists, then how come there are people dying of depression and people leaving their families? If love exists, then how come Soul and I aren't together…? Angry at myself for being so ignorant, I got up to sharpen my pencil. Sometimes hearing the pencil sharpener grind pencils down to the sharpest tip helped me to keep from stabbing people in the throat with it. I looked up at the clock to see that it was almost time to let out. Lunch was next hour, and I had plans to sit by all my friends.
BRIIIIIIIIIING! The bell sounded, signaling everyone to get the hell out of the class room and to lunch. Soul pushed ahead of me, not even bothering to say "Excuse me," or something gentlemanlike. So this was our relationship now. He said we'd be friends, but no. He just ignores me and pushes me to the side and doesn't even bother to make eye contact. What an asshole…
I took my seat at my regular table, directly across from Soul's table. From there, you could perfectly see him and his retarded friends making fun and laughing with one another. It made me want to spit. It was his friends who changed him. They molded him into the perfect douche bag. The perfect asshole. The perfect guy who acted just like them. I hated them. I loathed them from the bottom of my heart. The always hung around him and never left him alone. They waited on each other and played with each other like little fucking kindergarteners. They even held hands occasionally. (Ugh. Stab me and throw me into the flames why don't you?) They acted like a posse. And I hated it.
Patty spotted me staring at them and put an arm around my shoulders.
"Hey Maka let's go eat some food, huh?!" she said, turning my gaze away from them. I nodded slowly and sat down. I ate slowly, trying to comprehend everything that has been happening lately. Lunch was boring, as usual, and the rest of the day went by in a daze. When I got home, I plopped down on my bed and began thinking. I stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling and sighed. I know it's over. But something keeps telling me it's not. It keeps telling me that I can fix this with one easy remedy. It's like my heart and my brain are in a war. I pictured my mind and my heart in tanks and shooting each other. Then they hopped out and confronted one another.
"It's OVER!" my brain screamed.
"No it's not you jackass!" my heart countered.
"He doesn't care about you anymore!" my brain pointed out.
"You may be a brain, but you sure are retarded," my heart said, hands on her hips.
"You may be a heart, but you sure don't have a sense of other's love."
Bitch, please! Maka and Soul were MEANT for each other! If they stayed together for THAT LONG, then there has GOT to be a remedy!"
"Shut up already! It's over, it's done with. He said things weren't the same and he was absolutely correct. IT. IS. OVER," my brain shouted. Then my heart went up to my brain and whacked it in the throat.
"Dumb ass," she said, and left the war area. I sighed as I finished drawing my comic of my brain and my heart and threw the notebook I drew it in on the floor. Then I picked up my I-pod and searched my favourite playlist for a good song to listen to. When I came across our song, I groaned. But I just had to listen to it. So I pushed play, hugged my pillow, and prepared myself for a good three minute cry.
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