[Okay. here we are chapter two! and of course I have to do the most anticipated Disclamer!
I do not own Soul Eater no matter how much I wish I did... but I do own Deanna, Cam, and Natt. Enjoy chapter 2!]
Chapter two: Deanna's POV
I stood outside the door to my new class. I reached for the door handle slowly. When my hand was a few inches from the door I pulled it away. Cam put his hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong Deanna?" he asked, though he knew me well enough to know that, in my world, everything was wrong. "N-nothing is wrong Cam…" I said. Both Cam and Natt could tell right away that I was lying.
"Lies." Natt said, putting his hand on my other shoulder. I looked at Cam, then at Natt. They both had worried looks on their faces. "Tell us what's wrong." Cam pressed. "Nothing Cam… It's nothing." I whispered, looking down.
"Stop lying Deanna." Natt said, tilting my head up so I looked at them. "You do a horrible job of doing it around us." I jerked my head away. "You're nervous aren't you?" Cam said. I nodded. The boys sighed. "Deanna, everything is going to be fine! It's our first day too." Natt said. "I know it is… " I said, "I'm just….."
"Scared? Weak? Just plain stupid?" asked a voice from behind us. I growled. "What do you want Kid?" I turned to face him. "Why don't you just admit it Deanna? The only reason you came here to the DWMA was to-"
"Was to learn how to become a better miester." I said, cutting him off. "That's the only reason I came here."
He smirked. "Sure it was Deanna. It totally wasn't because I am going here. Or maybe it was because your jealous of me." My eyes widened. Jealous? Of you? Ha! Don't make me laugh!" I said, glaring at him. "Whatever. I frankly don't care. But just remember…" he said leaning in close to my ear. He was really pissing me off. "Just remember you'll never beat me." He whispered. I growled. "Want to know why?" he asked. I could tell he was going to tell me weather I wanted him to or not so I just stayed silent. "It's because of your blood."
Right when he said that, I understood. Why certain people always liked him more than me. Because of my blood. More like what was in my blood. "W-what?" I said almost silently. I couldn't believe it. Kid smirked, looking satisfied with himself. "Well I believe our conversation is over. I need to get to class."
Kid started to walk away when I grabbed his arm. "Your not going anywhere." I growled. He looked at me with fake fear and shock. "What is it Deanna?" he said, losing the fake look and replacing it with a smirk. I punched him. "I hate you Kid." I snarled. Kid growled and kicked me in the back of the knee, sending me tumbling to the ground.
Cam and Natt ran to my side. "Deanna are you okay?" Cam asked worriedly, trying to help me up. "Yea… fine..." I muttered, "Go to class. Both of you." Cam looked at me, confusion visible on his face. "What? No. I'm going to help you." I pushed him away. "No. Both of you go to class now." Cam ignored my order and helped me up anyway. "I'm not leaving."
While I was distracted, Kid flung me into a wall by my hair. I yelped and touched my head where my hair was pulled. "Damn you…" I mumbled. Cam looked at me worriedly. "Cam. I told you to go to class. Now!" I demanded sternly. He nodded reluctantly and walked into class with Natt
Again, while I was trying to recompose myself, Kid attacked me. "Reaper Chop!" he yelled hitting me over the head. The impact of the blow brought me to my knees and stunted my vision temporarily. Kid began laughing. "I told you that you couldn't win."
"Why? Just because of my blood?" I asked starting to regain my vision slowly. "Yes that and….." he said, his hand still resting where he had hit me. "And what?" I asked impatiently, feeling blood trickle slowly down my face and over my eye. "Your totally not symmetrical!" he said, pointing at me and stomping his foot. "Here we go…." I mumbled, rolling my eyes. "Look at you! You're a mess! Half of your face is covered by your hair; you have a beauty spot below your right eye… Ugh! There are too many to even count!"
I smirked, "Well you're not symmetrical either Kid. I mean, your stripes are only on one side of your hair. How is that symmetrical?" Kid froze. "Y-you're right…" he fell to his knees. "I'm garbage! A disgrace! I deserve to die!" I stood slowly, holding my bleeding head. "No one is perfectly symmetrical, Kid. And you are garbage." I agreed, walking slowly toward class. "Asymmetrical garbage!" He cried. I laughed silently and walked into class. This day is definitely going to be interesting.