Chapter 2: Head Over Heels
A/N: Hiya! Back again! I'll be uploading this later on in my tumblr, phantom4747 if you all haven't heard. I'm pretty excited about this AU because I think I'm gonna make it an actual long story rather than just a chapter like I've been doing lately, I'm not sure. Anyway I hope you guys will like it because I've been trying to set up some scenarios that I think you guys will like. And later on this will have nsfw, I've been working on it lately and in my perspective I think I'm ready to put it in one of my stories. And it will actually have content, last time I chickened out but this time I'll come through. Promise. Anyway I hope you enjoy!
-Phantom4747
After the whole incident with the microphone and the whole school laughing, he managed to disappear in the dark again. He also managed to stay away from miss goody two-shoes, it's not like he didn't like her, that wasn't the fact at all it was simply because he wasn't what you would call 'good' when it came to socializing and that was where she got all her trophies from, they were two separate people that just weren't meant for each other. Even if he did think she was a person he could see himself hanging around in the future.
He stood at the end of the gate when the games started, not to see Black*Star play but to see her cheer although watching Black*star play was his cover if anyone asked. This time it didn't go according to plan, she's smiling wide and raising her pom-poms like she always does and then she turns her head just a tiny margin and she sees him. And now they're in a gaze, no, it isn't at all romantic it's murderous which he guess he deserves because he has been sneaking around her.
She separates from the girls and he knows he can't run this time because it'll just be so obvious and she'll hate him even more than she does already. She stomps at him and immediately throws one of her pom-poms in his face. "Why were you avoiding me?!" She screams and now everybody is looking and if the football players would have stopped the whole stadium would be looking.
"I wasn't avoiding you..." He lies.
"Seriously, what did I do wrong?" She asks in a softer tone that doesn't make him cringe, instead it makes him want to punch himself in the face. And he actually wishes she'll continue being angry because her voice is just too much for him to bare.
"Nothing, just-" He stuffs his hand in his pocket, pulling out a cigarette because he knows he's gonna need it. "I was just avoiding Black*Star, I wasn't exactly thrilled with being known as Black*Star's bitch. I just wanted to go on the down low."
Her eyes are settling on his cigarette and he raises an eyebrow. "Uh...you want one?"
"You smoke?" She asks.
"Only when I'm stressed..." He admits.
"Which brand?" He pulls it out for her to see only for her to snatch it and throw it in the middle of the field where some football player smashes it with his cleat.
"That cost me five bucks!" He shouts and she rips the cigarette from his lips and smashes it underneath her sneaker. "Dammit Albarn!"
"As school president, I cannot allow smoking on school premises. Also did you not hear my speech on how smoking gives you lung cancer and how it's just bad in general?! Didn't you show up to the meeting?!"
"No..."
"Why not?!" She demands.
"I was smoking."
She growls, pushing his chest before sighing. "First you ignore me and then you smoke right in front of me."
"I'm sorry about dodging you but I didn't mean to ignore you, it's just-weird. And I smoke usually, sorry, I guess it's my bad habit."
She smiles, grabbing his wrist and pulling a hair from it which makes him squeal and hold his arm. "What the hell was that about?!"
"Anytime you want to smoke just remember that pain."
He growls, rubbing his arm up and down and staring in amazement at the long white hair she's holding between her finger tips. "Stay?" She asks and her voice is soft and he looks around and he can see everybody staring at him and he looks back over to her to see her menacing big jewel eyes ripping into him and he sighs, knowing it's truly pointless to say no to her. "Yeah."
They go out to eat at the ice cream parlor and she orders a vanilla and he orders chocolate and they both get rainbow sprinkles. "Don't cheerleaders order low fat?"
She snorts. "No, they order large with so much whip cream and sprinkles they might die." She grabs the ice cream from the counter and she smiles, batting her long thick eyelashes at him, "They also make the guy pay."
He smirks, mumbling for her to pick a table as he pays the man up front and she gets the one that's closest to the window and she's smiling as she sees all the cars flash by. "Thanks and don't worry I'll pay you back but I don't have any money on me, these skirts are pretty useless."
"That's an understatement." He blushes, looking away from her creamy legs as he can see her pink boy shorts from underneath.
"So what was the score? I wasn't really paying attention."
"But I heard from Killik you were there from the beginning?"
He'll have to murder Killik if he doesn't get murdered here. "Uh, I was kinda just...gazing I guess?"
She cocks her head. "At what?"
He raises an eyebrow mentally, knowing full well that this was the smartest girl in school and even if she is blind to sexual frustration she'll get it soon. Her face bitters. "Were you gawking at the cheerleaders?"
He blushes, looking away from her angry gaze that just happens to still be damn adorable. "So what if I was?"
She opens her mouth as if to say something but she closes it abruptly. "Hmph, I don't care."
"That was convincing." He snorts giving a blissful sigh, "As always a horrendous liar."
"I don't care, I just think it's weird that you were being a pedophile to my friends."
"Pedophile?! How old do you think I am?! I'm your age, stupid!"
"With that white hair of yours, you could fool me!"
"Hah! This coming from you, miss pigtails! Seriously, I may have white hair but you still dress up like a kindergartener!"
"I do this for practice!"
He smirks. "Sure it isn't to impress someone?"
"As if! Like who?"
They stop, breathing loudly and it's only then do they realize that their foreheads are touching one another and their ice creams lay in the middle of the table already warm and everybody is watching them like it's some sort of movie, Soul sighs, he hates when he gets this much attention. It's a feeling he's too familiar with and he wants to light a cigarette but he can't because she destroyed them.
This girl.
She's something else. She comes into your life and breaks down your walls and if you're near her you're bound to be gazed upon. He growls, throwing his hands up in the air from frustration. "And I don't have cigarettes!"
"You don't need them!"
The thing about Maka Albarn is you can fight with her all you want but she'll never cut you from her life even if you try, she's just a forgiving person like that. He knows, he is nothing like that, his parents use to say that he keeps a grudge for too long and he knew that he must because they aren't really one to talk when it came to things like that.
She had given him her number on a yellow post-it note and he's staring at it from his bed, wondering if he should call her because she did give it to him today. It would have been so much easier if he gave her his phone number but she was so busy at practice that she ripped from her book bag a note, dribbled on it all bubbly and stuck it on his forehead, waving a goodbye as the girls pulled her into practice.
He must have looked so stupid to all of them, looking cross-eyed as he stared at the sticky note on his forehead.
He sighs, deciding that he'll call her and if she didn't answer it was totally okay. She answered before it even rang once. "What took you so long?" She screams on the other line.
"Uhhhhh...sorry, I didn't think you'd be waiting on me all day."
"As if!" There's a shuffling on the other line, from what he can hear it's paper scratching against one another.
He laughs. "Your reading, aren't you?"
"I was, I just set my bookmark down."
He nods and he realizes he can't see her so he just says an okay, there's an awkward silence before she says. "There's a test coming up tomorrow."
"No there isn't."
"Yeah, you fell asleep on my shoulder when Professor Stein was going over what would be on the test."
He curses, pulling out his textbooks and is just going to read the whole book to cram it in his mind and hope it stays there until on the first page of his science textbook there's a sticky. "You're welcome, stuuuuupid." In cute bubbly hand writing.
There's a silence and he can just feel her cocky smile. "You're welcome, stuuuuupid."
"What?"
"I highlighted all the parts that'll be on the test once I finished mine. Red is for what I'm sure will be on the test and green is just for useful information."
He sighs in relief. "Of course, color codded order. As expected from someone with your expertise." He smiles, wondering just what her comeback will be, slumping against his pillow and awaiting the rage that's bound to happen.
"Fine make fun of it."
He sighs, looking at the highlighted parts and the places she circled and the underlining and red highlighted parts which he guesses it's major important. "Thank you, Albarn."
He grins because he can just hear the pout from the other line. "I am forever in your debt." He encourages.
She giggles and he takes this as a token of her forgiveness. "Yeah, whatever. Next time keep your drool on your own sleeve."
He snorts. "Keep that as a token of my love, will you?"
He can feel her blush and he can hear that adorable squeal she makes and he wishes he was able to see her face but he can if he closes his eyes. "Burning the sleeve as we speak."
He laughs. "How you hurt me so."
She laughs with him. "It's late..."
He looks at his phone and it's already one. "Yeah, I guess it is."
"Make sure to study, Soul. No procrastinating." She orders.
"As you wish." He smiles.
"Goodnight, moron."
"Night, Albarn." He says and she hangs up.
He hates the giddy grin that appears on his face knowing that he's talked to her and wasted her time for almost two hours. He was just thanking her for the color codded notes, nothing more and nothing less.
He doesn't like to say that Maka's notes were the only thing that kept him from flunking but, they were the only thing that kept him from flunking.
She although takes great pride knowing she gave him an A when he usually gets C's or D's, a matter of fact she takes so much pride in it she'll never let him live it down. He sighs, watching her from the corner of his eyes as her skirt flutters and her hands bounce off her hips and her bright smile as she keeps persisting for him to say that she is in fact the smartest person in the whole world.
"Damn, Albarn. Fine. You're the smartest person in the whole damned world."
She smiles, bouncing on her feet and he smiles because she looks really cute when she's content. "So, uh, I never really got to ask...when you were drooling over the cheerleader which one were you drooling over?" She's twiddling with the hem of her skirt, adjusting the way it lies on her hips and he gulps.
"Uh..."
"And before you say something cocky, I'm asking 'cause the girls all like you. They like the whole mysterious bad boy thing you have going on," She smiles this obvious fake smile where his lips form into a snarl just from looking at it. "Wait till they meet you, they'll be in a world of disappointment."
He frowns. "I wasn't gawking, I was amazed."
She huffs.
"I mean, I was watching you if you want to know but I wasn't gawking, I was just amazed you could do that many flips without falling."
Her face goes Scarlett and she really needs to control just who she does that in front of because god he needs to look away before he does something that'll hurt their friendship. "I could show you, if you want."
He smirks, making a tsk tsk sound that makes her laugh. "I can't, I have to keep on that whole mysterious bad boy thing. Maybe in another alternate universe." She laughs, pushing his side and he says. "But I could watch you?"
She nods, clasping her hands behind her back. "Yeah, that'd be cool."
They're both staring at each other from the corner of their eyes and he curses low under his breath because he thinks he knows what his brain is thinking and god, he's such an idiot. If you've ever looked up the definition: Head over Heels it means a completely forward motion, as in a somersault or an act of love.
He knows he can't do a somersault.
A/N: Back again! Finally done with this chapter and I'm already half way done with the next and I promise once it's done I'll post it up! I'm going to be posting this story later on my Tumblr account, if you wanna read some fanfics on my tumblr the tag will be as it always is: Phantom Disappears. My Tumblr name is .com! Anywayyyyy I hope you enjoyed and please review! Also, although I am almost done with the next half I was having a brain storm and am packed with math homework, please pray I do well! I'm so worried! Have a wonderful day! -Phantom4747