Snap Shots
Chapter: Style
He could feel his irritation grow as he watched her struggle with her hair. Did she seriously believe that she could accomplish pigtails with only one arm?
"We have to go."
She didn't bother to look back at him as she finally tied up half her hair. He couldn't help the guilt of not being able to protect her. To watch her struggle with her broken arm, he stepped forward completely ready to fix her hair.
His fingers brushed through it and he suddenly felt awkward. He was nervous and slightly scared of how aware he suddenly was of her neck. Her long sexy neck that was completely exposed; and for reasons he was to terrified to admit incredibly tempting to touch.
"Soul?"
He was suddenly focused, his eyes glaring at the one lopsided ponytail that was irritatingly haphazard. He should fix it, that's what he came over to do after all. Just fix her hair so they could go to goddamn school. If he was late again this week he had to clean the classroom.
So why is it that he was so damn nervous, and that nervousness that was lame as hell was pissing him off.
He did it swiftly, allowing one of his fingers to change into a blade and quickly cutting the hair-band in half.
"You're too damn old for pigtails, 16 year old trying to look 7."
She gave herself a good long look in the mirror as he was mentally berating himself for screwing up the things he wanted to say.
He watched her pick up her bag and sling it over her good shoulder.
"Yeah guess you're right, let's go."
…..
He could feel the stares as he walked down the street. The way so many eyes were on her. He began to examine her as well finding all the faults with.
Her skirt was too fucking short!
Her legs were too damn long!
Her shirt collar was too low!
She somehow made it look like she filled out her sweater!
And number five, and by far this was the worst on the list.
Her hair was too long, too thick, and to shiny!
He could hear the snickers and the older men gawking at his partner's legs. Fucking so-of-a-bitch bastards were going to meet god earlier than they ever planned.
…..
He could feel the tapping of his shoe against the ground as he felt the entire classes gaze on her. Shit, even the girls were staring.
First she had to go and grow boobs. Then her skirt somehow got shorter, and her tops suddenly fit like a glove.
What pissed him off the most was that it was somehow his entire fault. He'd said her sweater was too big and got in the way or training, which was true! He couldn't concentrate if every time she bent down he saw cleavage! Then he told her not to waste money on a new skirt this year because she didn't grow that much. Yeah it was a lie but that extra money bought them a new flat screen TV. Now, now he had to go and tell her to change her hair.
His eyes lingered on her as she focused on the lesson, her green eyes half closed in concentration as her pencil stayed pressed between her lips, her leg brushing her other leg as she fidgeted in her seat.
Really, really Maka? What the fuck is this? Are you trying to seduce the male population?
He was distracted as a piece of paper landed next to his notebook. His eyes read over the top heading of the folded lose leaf.
"Pass to guys only"
He opened up the note as quietly as possible reading out the bold heading.
'In light of new developments this year a new female popularity poll is being held. Just put an 'X' next to the girl you think is the hottest.'
His eyes scanned the listed slowly and he found Tsubaki's name at the top, six x's and a giant star right next to her name. His eyes looked over to Black Star and he watched as he gave him a thumb up. This guy was so fucking stupid. His eyes continued down the list. Shouldn't a boyfriend be just a bit pissed if his girlfriends name was on a list like thi-, wait. What the fuck did he just read?
Tsubaki- XXXXXX*
Patty-XXX
Liz-XXXX
Mira-X
Kim-XXXX
Jacqueline-XX
Marie-XXXX
Yumi-XX
Maka-XXXXXXXXXXX
Maka, Maka's name on the list and what was that: 1, 2, 4, 11 goddamn 'X's!
His head shifted around the class as he mentally attempted to find the 11, 11 assholes who voted for his partner.
He hurriedly crumpled the paper his eyes looking over everyone. Class ended and he turned his head to his partner and she looked back at him green eyes locking with cold red.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
He managed to say it nonchalantly.
"You look weird without the pigtails."
Her fingers ran through her hair.
"Yeah it's kind of awkward without them."
His heart nearly collapsed when Kidd entered the conversation.
"Where you unable to fix them up this morning due to your injured arm?"
She was suddenly in a conversation with Kidd and something happened while he wasn't paying attention and he only caught the end of their discussion.
"Do you want me to fix it for you in that case Maka?"
Her eyes lit up and he was suddenly happy. This solved everything! Once she had those horrid looking pigtails in no one would vote for her! Screw eleven votes she wouldn't even be on the list!
He watched as Kidd mad his way behind Maka his fingers gliding through her hair. Taking in each strand gently, and taking caution to make a perfect part.
"You know I never had someone fix my hair for me. This is quiet nice! You're great with your hands Kidd!"
Suddenly things came to a crashing halt in his mind. What if Kidd voted for Maka? His eyes were suddenly on Kidd. If Kidd voted for Maka he was probably loving his position right now!
Her words kept echoing in his head.
You're great with your hands Kidd
You're great with your hands Kidd
You're great with your hands Kidd
You're great with your hands Kidd
You're great with your hands Kidd
His hand was suddenly around Kidd's wrist as he held a hand full of Maka's hair.
"You should leave it down Maka."
Her head shifted in his direction, her eyes scanning his face.
"But didn't you just say-"
He cut her off his voice sugary sweet.
"I said you looked weird but it was the wrong choice of words I was trying to compliment how good you look with your hair let down."
She paused for a moment and then turned to look at Kidd.
"Hey Kidd, I'm not good with these things. Is Soul picking on me or does it look good down."
He thought on it gold eyes focused until he spoke.
"I always admired the symmetry of the pigtails style, but you looked quite nice with it down as well."
She thought on it for a second and then smiled at Kidd.
"Then I think I'll leave it down today, it makes me feel a bit more mature."
They both gave a small laugh and Soul found himself livid even though he had gotten what he wanted.
…..
He couldn't help but glare daggers and shine the blade of his scythe down every street and every man they passed on their way home.
Every once in a while his eyes would catch the hem of her skirt, or the way the breeze played with her hair and he'd smile slightly.
He both loved and hated Maka's new style.