Chapter 2

Soul watched as the girl next to him floundered and tried to find something to say, an amused grin tugged at his lips. " Oh" was all she managed before returning to her mail. Soul extended his hand out and introduced himself "I believe I'm the only that got your name, I'm Soul" she looked at his hand and then at him, she took his hand in hers and shook it "I'm Maka obviously" she said they smiled at each other before looking elsewhere. Suddenly Maka's phone went off, she fished into her back pocket and answered it without checking the number. Soul watched her face go from shock to full-out PO'd, She's cute when she's mad, he smirked internally and pretended not to pay attention to her conversation. "What do YOU want?!" she hissed "I just wanted to talk, please babe?" the other person pleaded "Hell no! I don't want to see you or talk to you anymore! Leave me the hell alone!" she hissed venomously "Baby please? It was a mistake I promise! I won't do it anymore, don't leave me baby please! I'll make it up to you, just don't leave me!" Maka pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed "Do you know how pathetic you sound? And I don't know how many times you used that line but it's not gonna work with me, I'm done so just leave me alone, got it?" she said hanging up. She let her head fall back and looked up at the ceiling the elevator dinged and the doors opened on her floor she got out and walked to her apartment, completely forgetting about the white-haired young man walking behind her. She turned to her door and inserted the key she finally looked to her right and noticed as he did the same, he gave her a smile as he walked into his apartment, Maka looked upwards "Your just messing with me aren't you?" she muttered.

She walked in and set her keys on the hook next to the door, she then took off her jacket and draped it over the back of her black leather couch. She walked into her room,there wasn't much a twin sized bed against the wall under the window, a dresser and a bedside table on either side of the bed, a small bookcase held most of the books she had collected over the years and pictures lined her wall. She sank on her pink comforter and yanked her shoes off she padded to her closet in her socks, she reached in and pulled out a pair of black baggy sweats and a white tank top, she walked to her dresser and selected a black bra with matching panties. She made her way to the bathroom and started up the water waiting a few minutes before adjusting it to the right temperature before stripping and stepping into the warm spray. She felt her muscles relax, she thought about the scene she walked in on Why do guys cheat? What reason do they have to betray the trust of the person that cares for them? Why me? she asked herself as the tears came pouring out getting washed away as they slid down her cheeks her shoulders shook as she let out all the pent-up pain in her heart.

Soul walked into his apartment and threw his keys on the table next to the door he threw his jacket on the couch and headed to the kitchen, he opened the fridge and took out the ingredients for a sandwich, reaching back in he pulled out a beer and cracked it open closing the door with his foot, he set the stuff down and proceeded to make a sandwich to kill the grumbling of his stomach, he finished making his food and set it on a plate adding a few chips on the side, he put everything away and walked with his plate to the couch taking a drink of his beer he clicked on the TV and flipped through the channels looking for something to watch. He took a bite of his sandwich and a swig of his beer, he kept trying to watch the movie playing in front of him but his mind kept replaying the conversation Maka had, what happened? She had seemed so upset and she was less than friendly to the caller, from what he could tell it was a boyfriend Scratch that EX-boyfriend he recalled, it was a mystery he knew he should leave alone but he was curious about what had broken down the feisty girl he had seen at the store. And what had she meant about screw Prince Charming? Or something about a frog?

Maka stepped out of the shower and looked into the mirror wiping the condensation to get a better view of herself. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying her dirty blonde hair dripping water down her back she scrutinized herself, as far as she could tell she was cute, slim and slender, and she had developed an acceptable bra size during the past 3 years a C cup, what repelled guys so bad that they had to look for it in other women? She shook her head and scoffed maybe it WASN'T her, maybe they just didn't know what they were looking for. She hurried and got dressed she exited the bathroom and headed to the kitchen to make something to eat. She sighed as she put the pot on the stove, she forgot to go grocery shopping and was stuck eating macaroni and cheese, as she waited for it to boil she leaned back against the counter her mind conjured up the image of the red eyed, white haired next door neighbor, I think your just testing me! she mentally yelled, of all the places he could have chosen to live at he had to pick the apartment next door to live in! with those distracting red eyes, smooth looking hands,and gorgeous face just standing next to him was an experience all together. She turned shaking her head and finished making the mac and cheese, she served herself a bowl and went to plop herself on her favorite spot on the couch, turning on the TV she flipped the channels until she found an episode of The Simpsons playing she settled herself down to watch it, but pretty soon she dazed off and her mind wandered aimlessly through all the current dilemmas perturbing her life. She needed to get out, to party, to dance, to loose herself to whole different side of her that she rarely let show, smiling she called Liz, she knew exactly what she wanted to do, good thing their day off was tomorrow she was ready to party.

Soul laid in bed waiting for sleep to come and subdue him, but for some reason it just wasn't getting there any time soon. He got up and padded to his kitchen grabbing the milk out of the refrigerator, he set a pan on the stove and poured the milk in. He turned and leaned against his counter and his mind unconsciously settled on the image of the girl next door, what was it about her that made him think of her? He had to admit though just looking at her was an act of sin, the petite hourglass figure, the mile long legs she had and the way she walked was more than enough to drive a man crazy, he had barely met her ONE day and he was already thinking way too much about her. He turned to his milk, turning off the stove and poured it into his favorite mug adding chocolate syrup, he put the pan in the sink and headed towards the living room sipping on his hot chocolate little by little. He needed to get out and soon to distract himself from the alluring temptation that was right next door. He settled on the couch and flipped on the TV surfing the channels until he found a news channel and settled down, he contemplated which club to hit tomorrow night he knew a few good ones with a lot of vibe and hot girls maybe he would stop by and pay a visit he smirked, it had been a while since he had hit the party scene.