Chapter 1

Sunlight peeked through the blinds adorning the window. Maka stirred slowly emerald irises peeking from behind soft ivory lids. She blinked rapidly trying to shake off the sleep still clinging on. She got on one elbow looking around the familiar walls encasing her room. She looked to her right and smiled softly, he had stayed, thoughts of the steamy night before flashed in her mind. Sadness crept into her eyes making the frown disappear; he wouldn't be there for long. He belonged to someone else, had someone else though he claimed not to love her. Maka sighed, she got up slowly careful not to wake him and slipped out of the bed they shared. She looked at the floor and picked up his shirt slipping it over her bra and panties. She walked out of the room and walked to the other side of her apartment, she crossed her living room furnished with a red couch and matching love seat, a glass coffee table nestled in between them, a black TV set against the wall holding up a flat screen TV. Yellowish wood paved the floor of the entire house, except the kitchen and bathroom. She made it to the bedroom turned studio and entered.

She flicked the light on and grinned, this was her favorite spot, her sanctuary. The place where she could forget that the white-haired, bloody eyed man in her bed didn't belong to her and never would. He had a wife, but he always claimed he didn't love her, and she was just the girl he met one night at a dance club where she DJ'd in the evenings. She was a music prodigy, she could play the guitar quite well and she could mix beats that pounded through the listener. Anyone who met Maka Albarn could tell she lived for music, breathed music. She sat down in the plush computer chair and flicked on the switch to activate the sound system set up. It had taken her years to save up for the state of the art equipment she had dreamed of. It made beeping sounds as it booted up and she waited patiently thoughts coursed through her non-stop. She knew she shouldn't sleep with him, he was taken, but damn she just couldn't let him go. She didn't know why, and it killed her. She had grown up wary of men, had been in the game long enough to know just how cruel they could be. She herself was no angel, she'd had her many flings and one night stands in her 25 years of life. They meant nothing to her in the end, she always woke up in an empty bed, letting the feeling of despair and sadness dwell within. She hated it but did it because it let her pretend that she was loved, even if it was for a few hours, even if it wasn't the same man fucking her.

That's what Soul Evans had started out as, a one night stand that later turned into frequent nightly visits and quickies in the supply closet behind the stage at the club. It had been going on for 5 months now, it was in the third month that he had confessed he had another woman, one he was married to, for business he said not actual feelings. She scoffed like she would believe that! Maka turned to the system and began fiddling with it pushing buttons to make a new sound.

Bad by Wale ft. Tiara Thomas

(Intro)
Monogamy or whatever you call it, we started thinking for everybody
Most of us is rushing into it anyway, know what I'm sayin?
You ain't rushing for love and I ain't happy to judge
So let's neglect the what if's eh
Make t do what it do
Skit

(Hook)
Is it bad that I never made love? No I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
I'll be a bad girl, I'l prove it to you
I can't promise that I'll be good to you
'Cuz I've had some issues
I won't commit, no, not having it
But at least I can admit that I'll be bad to you
Yeah I'll be good in bed, but I'll be bad to you

(Bridge)
Is it bad that I never made love? No I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck

(Verse)
Let's get it
Bad girls ain't no dove and the good girls ain't no front
In the hood girls want a smart nigga, college girls all want a thug
So it seems that we fiend what we don't need
Got a thing for a queen who no wanna leave
Ain't bout to judge you, no judge me
Ya ain't gotta really sing bout your rap sheet
Cuz I heard you (bad no)
In the letter of sense I mean that
Plus sexing and I love ya
But to kiss him like say you mean it
(bad no) I know, I just be callin her mean ass
Or the irony got a bomb of D
But the polymer's probly gonna be plastic
Still I'm feeling this and I need that
Even if I get her I get her to need this
I don't need emotion to open your deep sea
I conceive a ocean by going between lack, back
No bed, flo', dope
Go forward, couch, now
Slow mo-tion around
Put it down, Lord knows she's going for the morn' hold up

(Hook)
Is it bad that I never made love? No I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
I'll be a bad girl, I'l prove it to you
I can't promise that I'll be good to you
'Cuz I've had some issues
I won't commit, no, not having it
But at least I can admit that I'll be bad to you
Yeah I'll be good in bed, but I'll be bad to you

(Verse)
Let me tell you bout her
Look, she hurt feelings, she break hearts
She stay quiet, she play smart
She take pride, In going out
In getting hollered that, In staying out
She's no saint but don't pose
She don't wear make-up by the boat load
Riding through lake shore with the nose up
She don't really fake much but this nose up
She got haters but we all do
Heard you when the time comes shorty follow thought
Baby like a bad poach how they caught you
All the mind games, never mind cuz they all lose
(Bad no) in the physical sense I mean that
I ain't tryina kiss up, suck up, feed gas
I ain't like them c… you suckin your c fair
Nope (bad no) play bit
Trust me, I humble your mean ass
Look, shorty gets actually I'm prevent
Cuz don't wanna front it let's work on with deep threat yeap
Bed, floor, couch, move
More, shower, lord, perm – done
Love – nah, caught in the morning cell number was annoying goddamn

(Hook)
Is it bad that I never made love? No I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
I'll be a bad girl, I'l prove it to you
I can't promise that I'll be good to you
'Cuz I've had some issues
I won't commit, no, not having it
But at least I can admit that I'll be bad to you
Yeah I'll be good in bed, but I'll be bad to you

(Bridge)
Is it bad that I never made love? No I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck

Maka smiled and almost shouted with joy she loved it! It had to be the best song she'd ever written. Now she had to find someone to rap the verses, she herself could sing the hook and bridge. She twirled in her chair and laughed euphoria rushing through her. She couldn't wait to see what it would sound like altogether. She saved the sound , copying it on to a CD and labeled it. She then made her way to the kitchen, pretty sure that Soul had left like he always did, if he didn't leave at night he left first thing in the morning. Thinking about the albino once again dampened her mood but only slightly. She sang the hook to the song while fixing breakfast; she was so entranced with her song and her current chore that she failed to notice the blood red eyes admiring her from the doorway. "Shit!" she exclaimed when she turned to go to the refrigerator. She clutched the edge of the counter with one hand and the other spread over her heart. "Soul! You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you left already." she said glowering at him. He chuckled sending the butterflies in motion in her stomach. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, and I thought I'd let you know I can spend the day here with you." He said grinning. Maka raised an eyebrow skeptically "Oh." she stated hoping it didn't betray the giddiness she actually felt. He never stayed so this was good news, not that she wanted him to know.

She was good at hiding her emotions, something learned over the last 10 years. He nodded the grin still in place. "So what do you want to do?" he asked, he moved closer pinning her between the counter and his body, Maka thought for a while "Honestly? I just want to stay here and watch movies." she replied. Soul quirked a snowy brow "Are you sure? We could go somewhere, anywhere you choose." She shook her head "Nah, I just want to stay here; I don't feel like getting dressed up and going places right now." He smirked "Ok, then chilling here it is." she nodded in affirmation and turned back to fixing her sandwich "Hey, you want one?" she asked holding it up. His stomach answered for him as it made a loud gurgling sound, he grinned sheepishly and she gave a half smile. "Go to the living room and pick a movie, I'll be there when I'm done here." Soul gave a short nod and after giving her a kiss exited the kitchen. Maka smiled fully now, when she was with him she hid her emotions and kept cool nonchalance in play, never did she let him see any sort of emotion on her face.

Soul sat on the couch waiting for Maka to come in and start the movie. He smiled he didn't know when it had happened but somewhere between 5 months ago and now he, Soul "Eater" Evans, had fallen for Maka Albarn. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but he didn't dare he could tell that anything involving the words I Love You were out of the question. She wasn't clingy, nor did she ask for more than he could give her at the moment. She never overstepped her bounds, never asked about his married life or about him. But even though he knew nothing about her, or she about him, he had grown to love her, adore her, live for her. He hated being married to Jessica, he hated her snobby attitude, the way she dressed, the way she talked and the fact that she sounded like a tone deaf Miss. Piggy when she tried to sing. Maka was the complete opposite she was humble, modest and had the voice of an angel. Jessica was 5'8", medium sunny blonde hair, olive skinned, almond shaped blue eyes, he couldn't deny her body was great and her breasts were too, something she liked to emphasize in tight, skimpy clothes. But he hated how she flaunted it to everyone especially any man within a 15 foot radius. Maka was also exquisite but she outshined Jessica by a huge parameter, 5'4", ash blonde hair down to her waist, flawless ivory skin, huge green eyes, body like a coke bottle, and perky B cup breasts, and killer legs. Her clothes always showed enough skin to keep you up at night, he knew because he couldn't sleep after Black Star had introduced her to him all those months ago.

The shift of the couch cushion alerted him to her presence he turned to watch her as she handed him his plate, setting her own on the coffee table along with two cups. "Thanks." he said taking the plate from her. She nodded "What are we watching?" she asked "Transformers, I haven't seen it yet." he answered. Maka looked at him "You haven't seen Transformers?!" she asked incredulously. "No" he growled taking a bite of the sandwich. He pressed the play button to start the movie, settling down into the comfy soft cushion. Maka took a bite of her sandwich as well, keeping her gaze on the TV as the movie began. She was happy, more than she should be, and she didn't know why. Well, she thought she knew but every time the thought popped up she would wave it away like a bothersome fly. Her mind constantly taunted her you love him, you love him! It would chant, and she would tense up. She couldn't love him! She knew nothing about him except that he was married and his wife's name was Jessica, she couldn't love him because... Well because she never loved anyone and she was afraid to love someone. It was absurd she knew but it was the truth, she was afraid to love, to let someone in, she knew that being in love was giving someone the power to hold her heart and her trust without betraying her. She couldn't do that, she had seen what her Father did to her Mother time after time. How he cheated and lied and how her Mother suffered until she could no longer take it and left.

But she was no different here she was sitting next to a man who was married, his wife, wherever she was, had no idea that instead of late nights at work he was at her apartment shacking up with her. And if his wife did know then she must be suffering just like her Mother had. She needed to break this off, she needed to stop this and move on, they both needed to. Even if he didn't love her, he shouldn't play her like this. She had to find a way to tell him that they could no longer see each other. But how? Her mind asked, why? Her heart whined. The two enemies battled each other, trying to gain dominance over the other. She was no longer paying attention to the movie, her plate lay forgotten on her lap she bent forward and set the uneaten food on the table. "Maka? Aren't you hungry?" Soul asked eyeing her worriedly she shook her head and pulled her feet up so she could rest her forehead against her knees. Soul watched her she seemed upset, this was unlike her, she was usually calm and stoic this was the first emotion he had witnessed ever. It actually worried him; he hoped his biggest fear wouldn't come true. He had always feared she would try to stop him from seeing her ever again. He prayed that her thoughts were not anywhere near that section, he didn't know what he would do. No, he knew exactly what he would do... He would go insane.