Author: Hey people I'm writing again! Yay for you! ON TO THR CHAPTER~!

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater or any of the characters because of gambling… that's the last time I let my dog play poker.

When we arrived back home, Maka stomped and slammed the door to her room. I will never forgive myself for doing this to her.

I could hear her soft sobs from the kitchen as I began dinner. My heart sank every time she cried. Though she would barely cry at all… there were those days when she did. Anger came back to her voice as she started cursing my name. If I weren't the one responsible for this, it would have angered me.

The dinner was almost ready when I heard the lock of a knob flip, and the sound of a door open. There she stood with her ash blonde locks down. Her forest green eyes were puffy and she was pouting.Her gaze came and met my eyes. I could see anger, pain, and most of all… heartbreak in those beautiful eyes.

She swiftly moved to the tiny table for two in the dining room and sat down. She did not glance back up again, until she had to remind me to focus on cooking. I gave her a plate with all her favorites, spaghetti and meatballs with some garlic bread. She did not even comment on the dish. All she did was sit there and eat her food in peace.

When was she going to forgive me? This was so uncool. Even I didn't hold a grudge this long. I sighed again and continued eating my dish.

"Soul…" I heard Maka's voice say. I looked up in surprise to hear her voice. She had put on a weak smile while looking directly into my eyes. I could see it was even harder just to talk to me after the fight.

She slowly rose and stood up on her feet with the plate in her hands. Her forest green eyes showed two emotions, softness and pain. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and spoke.

"Thank you for the dinner," she told me. My heart sank again. Damn I wish I could make this all better! Not only was I hurting her… I was hurting myself. I needed to do something, and I needed to do it quickly.

I rose from my chair, heading towards the sink where Maka stood. Her forest green orbs glanced at me from the corner of her eye. I slowly put the plate in the sink, and leaned against the counter looking at her straight in the face.

"Maka we need to talk," I began. Her face grew sad as I continued to talk. "Maka you know I really wanted to ask you, but…"- I took a deep breath- "it felt like I couldn't win. He is exactly what you want… a caring, bold, sweet guy. I'm just a cool guy who is rebellious and occasionally skips school."

Her eyes lit up a little, but they went back to its former emotion faster than it had changed. She closed the faucet on the sink. Her forest green eyes shifted and looked at me seriously.

"Soul you're not the person who won't speak their mind. You always interrupt when you want to, and yet when you needed to you stood there like a coward"-I was about to interrupt but she shushed me- "I'm not saying you are a coward. I'm just stating that if you want something you go and get it. Not stand there and say nothing."

She finished and walked back to her room. Before she shut the door she muttered ", I guess you didn't really want me."

NEXT DAY

I woke up to the same routine as usual. Blair freaking putting her boobs to my face, suffocating me. Maka getting upset at ME for doing that, which I didn't. Then both of us eating breakfast. The usual.

We rode my motorcycle to school today since we did not want to endure in the dead silence of walking. It was the same on the motorcycle except we got to Shibusen faster. We walked down the hallway as we did everyday, yet something kept saying that there was something different of today in my mind.

Maka seemed in a bad mood, but it wasn't due to the fight we had yesterday. It was due to the fact that there were many of girls staring at me. Most of them giggled, and looked away. While others just stood there envying me.

There was one girl that had the courage to walk up to me. She had short dark hair, her eyes were hazel, and she seemed to look like she was always in a good mood. Her name was Kimiki-chan. She looked like Maka except she didn't have those mesmerizing eyes she had.

"Hello Soul," her soft voice spoke. "Are you going to the dance with anyone?" she asked boldly. To the corner of my eye I could see Maka glaring at Kimiki-chan. She looked… jealous. The thought made me smile for a while, but then I remembered Maka's face when she was in pain and heartbroken.

"Soul?" Kimiki-chan said tilting her head to the side a little. I didn't have a date, and obviously I wouldn't be able to go with Maka due to Kid. So my answer was pretty simple.

"No I don't. Would you like to go with me?" I asked. A red hue spread through her cheeks. Her smile got wider as she heard my words. "I would love to Soul," she answered, biting her lip at the process.

"Great then I'll meet you here at 8:00pm," I answered waving goodbye as I headed towards my class. She nodded happily, and skipped towards a group of her friends. Maka looked at me with her eyes of hurt. I looked away from her as I muttered ", you have a date and I didn't. Now we both do."

Her eyes grew wide as she caught my response. This was going so wrong. I should be the one escorting her to the Masquerade not Kid. I'll do something about this.

I swear I will find a way to end up with Maka.

Author: Yeah sorry no Lemon in this chapter. I'm trying to build drama and then go for the plunge. But I do Promise I will have lemon. I'll write even faster if you Please send me reviews! Oh and Kimiki-chan is a made up character of mine!