He didn't know her name.

Their lockers sat beside each other, yet they never talked once. It had been several months since school started but they never held a conversation. He wasn't even sure if they had held eye contact.

So Soul couldn't comprehend why he always stared at her. In the few moments they arrived at their lockers he would always glance over at her, his unnaturally coloured crimson eyes trailing over her features. She wasn't anything particularly special, he had to say. Her dull, blonde hair was tied up in two pig tails, hanging limply as she would switch what she needed one handed. Her mint green eyes merely trailed over the words of the book she was reading (she always seemed to have one and the boy had no idea where she got them from). Soul would honestly not describe them as seas of emerald green, or like a deep forest home to thousands of thoughts. After all, he was not so queerly gifted with wording but mint green suited them just fine.

Her clothing too. It wasn't like she had an outfit picked out by a blind nun but maybe... She could perhaps sprunce things up. Who was he to talk; Soul himself wasn't a master of all things fashionable. However, Black Star had told him of these incidents of a crazy man outside the school who had tried to slaughter any teenager that by chance happened to be male who tended to glance at her so he presumed what was most possibly a father would not let her outside the house dressed like she had crashed in a playboy model's cupboard.

Besides, those clothes wouldn't suit her. To be honest, she didn't have the most full figure. An ironing board would probably have more shape then she did, if one wanted to be brutally blunt. So he didn't under why he was s--.

"SOUL!"

Any train of thought was stopped as he heard the joyous, immature cry and felt the uncomfortable collision of a short, indigo idiot into his side. Perhaps it was meant to be some sort of painful hug but instead it turned in a spine-breaking tackle, and his eyes could only widen in surprise as he crashed into his admired one, landing onto the floor in the most uncomfortable heap. He was pretty sure they rolled several metres at the force of the moron.

He was incredibly relieved when they did not arrive in an awkward position, their faces only centimetres apart (otherwise, Soul would swear he was in some sort of bad fanfic). He was pretty sure it was Black Star's obnoxious shoe in his face and he sighed with relief as he tried to come to. However, all happiness vanished as she first spoke.

"Your ass is in my face."

It was in an unbelievably calm tone one might of mistaken it for the sort of thing one would say when stating fact. It was one after all, but Soul could detect the murderous undertones in her voice, a newly discovered sixth sense. Black Star, however, couldn't, only laughing obnoxiously loudly. Screw faces close together; This was far worse.

"MAKA CHOP!"

Why did the book she was reading earlier have to collide with his skull? The whole thing seemed so cruel, after all it was all that moron's fault. He immediently pushed himself up, hissing and clutching his head,"What the hell was that for flat chest!?"

Perhaps that was not the best thing to reply, he realised. Or to say in any case. He could see her face about to twist in rage, although momentarily pausing as she finally noticed Black Star practically choking on his laughter.

"Man, that was awesome!"

That was what Black Star yelled, pointing at the two whilst wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes,"Only one so brilliant as I could co-ordina—"

He was silenced as the girl did something some what unexpected. Throwing the book with such grace it was almost physically impossible the tome hit Black Star with a throw which would have made an olympic champion proud. There was an awkward silence after this to be sure. Some people had even stopped in the hallways to view this spectacle.

"BLACK STAR!"

Another loud yell, although Soul was relieved that there was no crushing encounter seconds afterwards. Tsubaki had only just caught up, siddling along to the unconcious boy's body. Maka blinked twice at this , realising what she had done as if she had some insanely powerful, anti-pervert second personality.

"Will he be okay?" she asked, though her answer was brought up almost immediently.

"Of course he will. He's been through worse daily."

Soul had gotten up in that time, dusting himself off and looking somewhat awesome (despite the fact he was barely dirty). Shoving his hands in his pockets he raised an eyebrow as she turned around, almost as if she had forgotten him. Then immediently huffing, turning away and holding up her nose. Oh, she was still angry apparently.

"I don't talk to perverts," she stated, crossing her arms and matching the actions of a stubborn five year old.

He opened his mouth, about to retort. But pausing momentarily, the thought crossing him that he had never spoken to the blonde before and the way this was occuring he would never speak to her again. Keeping all retorts to himself he shrugged, glancing back down to the grieving Tsubaki.

"It's Soul. My name, that is."

The introduction caught her off guard, he could tell. She immediently glanced back, somewhat surprised. Hence why he had diverted his attention to the shrieking Tsubaki who was acting hysterical over Black Star. After all, the corpse (who seemed overly bloodied for someone merely knocked in the head) had given a thumbs up as he laid on the floor semi-dead. Maka, however, seemed to smile out of the corner of his eyes, glancing at the spectacle herself. There was a giggle.

It was the giggle he remembered. The first day when they had both been opening their lockers she had been reading and then was when she first laughed, it tinkling. He had merely glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. She never noticed any of the looks.

"I knew that. It was the only sound I heard before you two collided with me."

She nodded, motioning towards Black Star but glancing towards him again and catching his eye contact; He had found himself staring again, but she seemed not to notice,"I'm called Maka, Soul."

A/N: HOLY DAMN GUYS LOOK IT'S A HIGHSCHOOL AU I AIN'T NEVER SEEN ONE BEFORE TRULY.

Sorry, this idea was stuck in my head. I'm just venting this out, and attempting to add to the Soul Eater fanfiction thing (because I love the series so much). Surprisingly Black Star and Tsubaki are my favourites (although I adore Soul and Maka). I would have liked to get Kidd in because he's awesome but I couldn't find a way.

Anyway, I'm thinking of venturing into another, longer fanfiction with a plot, rather then random drabble. The idea's lurking around in my head.

Review and you will be loved forever