A/N: hahaha i said friday but it's saturday? i'm sorry, apologies, I was at a friends house aha. Though I haven't gotten reviews or anything, i really like this story and I'm going to continue it. Please R&R :)

Maka balances her own bag on her right shoulder while holding Souls bag on her left. He had tried to grab it from her, but one green eyed glare and he backed off. Soul though opened the door of the class for her, outstretching his hand like a gentleman.

"Nice of you to join us. I'm Mr. Barett." Mr. Barett says glancing at the two. The dark skinned teacher lowered his hand from the chalkboard to look at his attendance sheet. "Maka Albarn and Soul Evans?"

"Yes, sir." Soul says. He points at his head. "Had an accident."

"What happened?" Mr. Barett asks.

"I got in his way when he was riding a motorcycle." Maka says, trudging over to the nearest open seats.

"Correction, I almost ran her over. So uncool." Soul says sliding into a desk. Maka rolls her eyes but continues to sit down beside him. When Soul regained his balance and ability to walk without looking like a newborn foal, the pair had silently packed up and walked to the same class considering they were both seniors. Even in class there was no need to fill the silence between them with petty small talk. Soul contently leaned back in his seat, stealing sneak peeks at her and observed how she tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear or how she twirled one of her pony tails in frustration. Oblivious to him, Maka studiously copies down every other word that comes out of Mr. Baretts mouth.

When a note lands on Souls desk, Soul merely looks at it in boredom. It had come from above and he knew of only one person that had the nerve to pass notes in Mr. Baretts fourth period class. He opens it, the crinkling masked by his teachers loud voice.

Who's the hottie? INTRODUCE HER TO YOUR GOD! -BlackStar

Soul scoffs and shakes his head. BlackStar was a friend of Souls, his best friend in fact since they were babies. Soul at first didn't want to deal with the loud mouthed, far too arrogant for his own good, blue haired boy but the fact that BlackStar lived right next door and could climb into his room at any second due to their house close proximity did not help Souls cause. He scribbles down a quick answer and throws the paper back without turning his head. He and BlackStar had passed notes so many times before that it was almost second nature.

The blue haired boy has to lean forward to catch the ball of paper, his hand brushing the top of his friends head. "Oops." BlackStar laughs, ignoring the deathly daggers being thrown at him.

"Watch it, BlackStar." The boy fixes his hair, making sure the white stripes were parted perfectly down the middle.

"Aw, cool it, Kid." Kid Reaper turns around, ignoring his ridiculous friends antics. BlackStar quickly flattens the paper on his desk.

Back off. -Soul

"BACK OFF?! WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME TO BACK OFF, SOUL EVANS!" BlackStar screams, standing up abruptly. Before Soul can reply, he watched a book fly from beside him into BlackStars cranium. The loud nuisance falls to the floor, clearly knocked out.

"Some people come to school to learn." Maka grumbles, straightening her skirt. Soul looks at her in amazement and when she catches his staring, a slight blush reaches her cheeks. "What?" She says meekly.

"That was cool." Soul tells her. Maka rolls her eyes but Soul sees that smile she tries to hide.

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Maka stands at the door of the cafeteria, clutching her paper lunch bag. The cafeteria was quite large and beautiful. It wasn't just any cafeteria, it was the cafeteria of an elite school. Part of the room was a full on international buffet and students payed using their school credit cards. A full salad and snack bar glittered with luxury in the back and Maka feels her mouth water. There was a corner of fast food chains that students lined up for, waving their money in the air and shouting orders. Regular plastic circular cafeteria tables and metal chairs were replaced by top quality rectangular oak dining tables and comfortable plus booths.

Maka stands awkwardly, book in one hand and lunch in the other while looking for a place to eat. Sadly, the library wasn't open on Monday's or Tuesday's so she had to eat in the loud cafeteria. Maka let's out a deep breath, her cheeks puffing up.

"Hey, chipmunk, why are you just standing there?" The voice makes her flinch and Maka turns to find Soul, looking at her with those dark red eyes.

"Don't call me a chipmunk." Maka snaps.

"Whatever tiny tits. Come on, I sit over-" His sentence was cut short once again by her book. She briskly walks over to the table he had been gesturing at.

When they arrive, BlackStar is the first to spot them. "You hit me with a book." BlackStar says, eyes locking with Makas.

"You were being loud."

"YOU DON'T HIT YOUR GOD WITH A BOOK!"

"Sit your ass down." Soul sternly says, shoving BlackStar back into his seat. He slides into the seat besides Maka and glances at her tray. He plucks the milk off of it and she only gives him a small look before returning back to her book.

"So, who's this?" Kid asks, sitting down at the table. Two girls follow his suit, sitting on each side of him.

Maka introduces herself. "I'm Maka Albarn. Just moved here."

"Kid Reaper. My dads the principal. Is your dad the vice principal?" He watches Maka grimace.

"Sadly."

"I'm Liz!" One of the girls says. She's tall young thing with long ashy hair, darker than Makas and eyes a piercing dark blue.

"I'm Patti! Her sister!" The other girl announces, giggling adorably. She looked just like her sister with shorter hair and a shorter build.

"Hi there." Maka gives them both a close lipped smile.

"Where you come from?" BlackStar asks, digging in disgustingly into his lunch.

"Japan."

"Whoa, Japan!" Pattis mouth drops.

"Yeah, my mom is Japanese."

"So you're half and half?" Liz asks. Maka nods.

"Wait, so, how did you and Soul meet again?" BlackStar wonders.

"I almost ran her over with my bike." Soul grimaces, hating the fact he's had to say it so many times today.

"Not really. I'm fine." Maka gives Soul a smile. BlackStar watches the way Soul just looks away, ducking his head down to hide a blush. Oh, so that's how it is., BlackStar thinks.

"So are you going to Homecoming, Maka?" Kid asks. He was rearranging the food on his plate and Maka watched, quite fascinated at his need for symmetry.

"Um, probably not."

"Why!" Patti asks completely shocked. "No! You're coming!"

"We need to have some girl time." Liz states. "Go shopping."

"Yes, please come. We'll all be there and it'll be a great way to really meet everyone." Kid tells her, urging the girl.

"I-I don't know." The idea of changing into dresses, shopping, the possibility of her secret getting out scared Maka half to death. Soul takes notice of her pulling at the edge of her skirt, playing with the page of the book she was on and quickly changes the subject.

"So, uh, how about the weather today, huh?"

"When did you become interested in the fucking weather?" BlackStar asks with a scoff.

"Since you became a dipshit, that's when." Soul jokingly insults. The two shoot one liners at each other as Maka smiles at the pair. She glances over to Kid who was trying to fix Pattis lunch but with one deathly glare he backs off only to try and help Liz. Maka finds herself biting her lips, pulling her sleeves down a little more.

She imagined their faces if they ever saw her scars. Disgust, hate, disappointment. She didn't know these people, but she wanted to. She wanted to make friends yet the task always seemed too hard, too difficult. At her old school, loneliness was a friend and having these people around her made her feel strange. Different. Maka wasn't quite sure if she liked it or not yet. She felt nervous and scared but her fingertips tingled with excitement for the future.

"Soul Evans and Maka Albarn, please make your way to the principals office. I repeat, Soul Evans and Maka Albarn, please make your way to the principals office."

The whole lunch room starts "oooo"-ing at the school wide announcement and Maka feels a blush rise to her cheeks. Already though it was just a few hours after the incident, the whole school had heard of Souls Bike fiasco and how Maka cling to him, trying to help. Soul sighs, eyes drooping lazily as he gets up. He grabs his books before Maka gets a chance to and she pouts.

"Dr. Stein said not too carry heavy things." She says.

"It's a notebook, not a two ton weight." Soul replies, walking ahead. Maka grabs her bag and follows him, catching up in a few long strides. The school watches them exit, hooting and hollering.

When they arrive at the principals office Maka is tackled by a red haired demon. Soul watches in morbid fascination as she nails a book on top of his head and he slides to the floor. "Papa." The young girl seethes.

"Oh, Maka, I just wanted to show you that your Papa loves you." He grovels from the floor. With a disgusted look on her face Maka shakes him off and walks away. Soul follows, giving the poor man a quick glance.

"Ah, hello, kids!" A chipper voice says.

"Hello, Mr. Reaper." They chorus. The man that sat in front of them smiled politely, sitting tall in his chair. Though his smile was genuine there was a certain air of danger and authority in him. The golden eyes that watched them were vibrant with life and vivacity. He wore a classy black suit, complete with a starch white shirt and skull tie. His hair was a glossy black, three white lines vibrant against the dark background. Maka thought he looked very much like the kid that sat behind her and she was sure that they were related.

"So, tell me!" He says cheerily. "What happened this morning?" They both started to speak, eager to tell their side of the story. Mr. Reaper held up one hand and they quickly shut up.

The pair look at each other and Maka mouths, "You first."

"Uh, well, I was riding my motorcycle to school." Soul starts. "I saw her and tried to brake but they didn't work so I busted a u-turn. Then the brakes started to work again and I was flung off the bike into her. It was my fault."
"No, no!" Maka protests. "I was in his way, I should have seen him coming. It was my fault."
"Maka stop." Soul snaps.

"Now, now, children, it's no ones fault." Mr. Reaper says, crossing his legs. "I just wanted to know the whole story from the people themselves. Oh, Soul, your brother came by to pick up your motorcycle."

"Wes?" Maka sees the strange look of confusion and sadness strike across Souls face before it goes back to the lazy careless look he wore usually.

"Yes, and your butler will be dropping a new one off in an hour." Makas eyebrows rise dramatically.

"You have a butler?" She asks quietly. Soul grimaces and nods. He had hoped she didn't ask him, better yet, not find out at all.

"The Evans family is one of our schools most generous supporters." Mr. Reaper states. "We are very grateful."

"Wow. Didn't know you were a rich kid, Mr. Evans." Maka teased. Soul shot a glare at her so sharp her giggle was cut short.

"Are you two going to the Homecoming dance?" Mr. Reaper asks.

"Have to." Soul murmurs. It was his duty as the only Evans son still in high school to attend the dances. Show off a nice face for the press to give a nice image to the ever prestigious Spartoi high school.

"I won't be attending." Maka says.

"Oh? Why not?"

"Um, dances are not really my thing, Mr. Reaper."

"Yeah, she prefers sticking her nose in a book like a loner." Maka doesn't even think about her actions and proceeds to whack Soul on his head. Soul looks to Mr. Reaper, expecting some kind of scolding. All Soul gets is a small smile, irritatingly similar to his friend Kids.

"You shouldn't be mean to girls, Soul."