A/N So here is the story Sk8r Boi. Yes it is named after that one Avril Lavinge song (Which I do not own by the way) Because Avril Lavinge is my favorite singer, and she has been since I was 6-8 years old. 3 her music! Well, here you go.

Soul's POV

I was heading up the ramp, about to nose grab off the edge. I felt my fingertips reach the edge of my Alien Workshop board and I leaned in as I tried to turn. Everything was going right. I was gonna nail it. right as I was at the most critical point in my trick, an ash blonde blur flew into my vision right before colliding with me, mid-air.

"What the-" I stopped when I saw the most amazing pair of moss-green eyes staring back at me.

"I'm sorry! It was my fault! I was watching you do that trick when one of the BMX-ers pushed me. Fucking Medusa! I'll beat you with my board someday Medusa!" She yelled to the blonde with short hair. Medusa just stuck her tounge out and walked away.

"Hey, it's cool. Cool guys like me can take a hit like a pro. Plus, I could do that move in my sleep." I smirked at her, showing off my teeth. I waited for the look of fear that usually came over people when I first met them, but all I saw was blatent curiosity and wonder.

"Nice teeth. Natural or implants."

"Natural." I said numbly. She wasn't scared? Either she is stupid or really brave. I was leaning towards stupid since she had had her back to this Medusa chick.

"Hey this might be sudden, but knocking people on their asses makes me hungry. Want to grab a lunch?"

"Nah, I'm good." I said right before my stomach let loose one hell of a growl.

"Come," She smirked, "I know a great place we can go." She began walking so I grabbed my bag and followed after her, jogging to keep up with her long legs,

"So what's with you and Medusa anyways?" I asked her. She stuck her tounge out and rubbed her elbow absentmindedly. She winced in pain and stopped

"It's nothing." She said and looked away.

"Your elbow alright?" I looked at her.

"Ya, just scraped it when we crashed I think." She stucked her tounge out again and kept walking.

"Stop. Let me see it." I grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop. She sighed and let me look. I turned her elbow and saw a nasty cut. "this is not just a scrape... um, I didn't catch your name."

"It's Maka." She smiled a little smile. "So what do you go bye, ." She chuckled at her own joke.

"That's cheesey." I accused, "And my name is Soul. Hold on." I opened my bag and dug around a little before coming up with a first-aid kit. I held it up in triumph and she stared at it intently.

"Why didn't I think of that?" I heard her mumble under her breath. I chuckled inside my head as I took out the rubbing alcohol and some cotton balls. I dabbed the cut and she flinched a little.

"Hold still, would ya?" I snapped at her. She rolled her eyes but kept still anyways, I took out some disenfectant and a band-aid. After applying both, I put my kit away and turned around. "Now which way to that cafe?" I asked.

~TIME SKIP~

She opened the door to a place that was called The Black Room. It was amazing. The tiles on the floor were a black and white checkerboard pattern. The curtains were red velvet and each table had a small vase of flowers on top. There was a huge leather arm chair in the back of the room with a grand piano next to it. On top of the piano there was a statue of a small, red gragoyle in a suit.

"That thing looks like it should be called Ogre." I told Maka, gesturing towards the gargoyle. "Anyways, this place looks really expensive, and I left my wallet in my other jeans."

"Don't worry about it. My Papa is the owner of this place, so I eat free." She walked to the front desk. "Hey Frank, can you get us a table for two?" She asked the man Frank.

"A table for two? Don't you usually dine by yourself?" Maka blushed angrily.

"FRANK! Table for two please. And no, I am not dining by myself." The acid in her voice frightened even me. Poor Frank. Note to self: Never piss her off.

"By yourself huh?" I asked. Her look darkened and she turned away.

"Drop it. So why haven't I seen you around the park before?" She asked, turning to look at me.

"Just moved here from Cali." I answered. Before she could say anything about it, Frank appeared and escorted us to our table. We sat down and he handed us our menu's.

"Pick whatever. It's free." She said boredly and propped her feet up on the table.

"Maka, please. I really wish you wouldn't do that. It's unbecoming of a young betro-."

"Shut your fucking mouth up now." She said in a voice so threatining that it sent shivers down my spine. "If you ever mention that while I have company over, I will have you fired, cousin or not." Frank paled and nodded. He turned and muttered something about a waiter coming to take our orders.

"Betrothed?" I asked Maka."Like, arranged marriage? Do those still exist?"

"Cat's out of the bag I guess." She muttered. "Ya, my Papa wanted more money so he could fool around with his whores, but he didn't want to marry, so when I was a little girl he arranged my marriage to the son of this huge buisness tycoon. And if you tell anyone about this, I will murder you and happily dance on your grave. Then I will buy a dog just to take him on walks so he can piss and shit on your grave, got it?" I gulped and nodded.

"So, who's this mystery guy anyways." I asked as my eyes scanned the menu.

"Wesley Evans. He lives somewhere in the Orange County I think." I froze and nearly dropped the menu. Wes. She's marrying my brother/!?

So here it is! The first Chapter ending on a cliff hanger! Enjoy the wait and the plot twist I threw in there.