Hehehe thanks to the people that read the first chapter, and here's the second :)

I'm really sorry if it's too short XD

I'll make it up to you in a few chapter's time with some fight scenes and romance ;)

Jade's POV

So that's how I ended up at the DWMA, at a funeral listening to people talk about a girl I'd never even met. But I had to be there for Soul. I mean, it was because of him that I'd been accepted into the E.A.T class.
I was the only scythemeister in the N.O.T class.
The only scythemeister.
I was a scythemeister, but I would never be Soul's meister.
The cold, lifeless girl in the coffin in front of me was Soul's meister, and always would be.I could still remember my first meeting with Soul. It was exciting, so much that it was slightly unnerving.
I was going to work with Soul "Eater" Evans, former weapon of Maka Albarn, daughter of Death Scythe Spirit Albarn!
I'd spent an hour straightening my platinum-blonde hair, adding serum until it looked absolutely perfect, then styling it into a single braid down my back. I'd spent half an hour on makeup; grooming my eyelids and lashes to bring out the flecks of black in my emerald-green eyes.
I dressed in my new school uniform. There was lots to choose from, but I had finally decided on the short, red plaid skirt, a white shirt that accented my chest and a long black cloak that would keep me warm and looked nice, too.
I slapped on some sparkly lip gloss and my black leather boots over my fishnet stockings and I was done. Then I'd gone to meet Lord Death in his office as he'd instructed.
'Yo, Jade!' he'd said over enthusiastically. I smiled sweetly, the smile that always won over any boy I used it on. Next to Lord Death stood a teenage boy with white hair, red eyes, pale skin... He was albino all the way. His clothes were messy and unclean, as if they hadn't been washed in weeks.
Of course they hadn't. He'd just lost his meister, for crying out loud. The whole world knew that Death Scythe's daughter was dead. It had been all over the news.
'Soul, this is your new meister Jade. She has transferred from the N.O.T class in our sister school in Switzerland. Jade, this is Soul. He's been part of the E.A.T class for a while here.'
Soul had looked up at me. He saw my braid and narrowed his eyes. My cloak made him purse his lips tightly. My eyes seemed to be at least a little attractive, because he kept looking at them.
'I'll show you the dorm I share with Maka.' he said coldly. I smiled and nodded.
'Thank you, Soul. I'm very glad that I have the privilege of being your meister.' I'd said as we walked into the corridor, Lord Death's door closing.
Soul turned to me.
'You're not my meister. Maka is.' he'd snarled. 'Stop trying to be all sweet and nice. You'll never replace her.'
I almost cried.
'I'm not trying to replace anybody...' I told him. Soul had rolled his eyes and walked ahead, forcing me to tag along behind.
A hand touched my shoulder, dragging me from the memories of that morning.
I turned to my side, where Soul was sitting. His face was red to match his eyes as he stared at a girl named Tsubaki reading a eulogy.
Tsubaki was quite pretty, but she also had a pained look about her. Well, of course. She was obviously a friend of Maka.
But there was something in her eyes, just a glint, that suggested she wasn't completely sane. That she could go off at any time. A boy with blue hair stood behind her, one hand on her shoulder.
Two blonde girls started to carry the coffin out of the hall. It was white with gold patterns on the edges. On top were hundreds of flowers. Roses, carnations, hydrangeas... You name it. I suddenly felt bad that I hadn't brought a flower to add to the coffin.
After the girls had carried Maka's coffin out of the hall, people started to file out for the burial. I stuck a few steps behind Soul so I could see where he was going. He stared at his feet, walking briskly outside.
'Are you going to the burial?' I managed to squeak.
Soul looked at me in hatred with his tear-stained face and walked off toward our dorm room.

'Soul, do you want a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner?' I asked my new weapon.
'I'm not hungry.' he replied coldly from the couch as he stared at the ceiling.
I frowned.
'Fine then.' I replied. I opened up the fridge to find it empty.
I rolled my eyes.
'Screw this. I'm ordering a pizza.' I took my mobile phone out of my pocket and dialed the pizza man.
'Hi, Papa Pete's Pizza?' the man answered.
'Hi, I'd like to order a small garlic pizza, and a medium pepperoni pizza please.' I replied.
'Of course, would you like it delivered or would you like to pick it up?'
'I'll... Pick it up, please.' I replied. 'Thanks.' I hung up the phone.
'Soul, I'm getting pizza!' I yelled to my partner.
'Please get hit by a car.' he muttered.
I rolled my eyes and left the dorm room. I wouldn't stop trying to be nice to Soul, but I wished he would try harder to be nice to me.