Maka's POV

I stretch my arms and legs then grab the book I was reading earlier while we wait for Liz and Kid to bring us cokes. "Maka…you wanna see a picture of a guy with elephantitis of the nuts? It's pretty tasty.."Soul asks, sitting on the railing he was at before. I make a face without looking up at him. "No thank you.." "How do you think he rides a bike?" I roll my eyes and turn away disgusted. "Can't you just leave me alone?" "I mean if he had a great personality and was a good dancer and had a cool car…although you'd probably have to ride in the back seat 'cause his nuts would ride shot gun." I continue reading my book and bite my thumb nail out of irritation.

Liz and Kid finally show up with the drinks and they get passed around. Soul grabs one and tosses it over to Crona, who catches it without even looking up. I grin. Once everyone gets settled, I pull my own lunch from my messenger bag. Soul comes back to his seat and sits straddling it again to face me. "What's in there?" he asks. I look at him "Guess. Where's your lunch?" I ask noticing he only has a soda on his desk. "You're wearing it." he smirks and I roll my eyes for the millionth time. "You're nauseating…" I turn back to my lunch and open the lid off my wooden compartment box. "What is that?" "Sushi" I say irritated. "Sushi?" "Rice, raw fish, and seaweed." I break it down for him. "So…you won't accept a guy's tongue in your mouth but you're gonna eat that?"

I almost choke on my soda. "Can I eat?" I ask harshly. He shrugs. "I don't know...give it a try..." I sigh and turn back to my food. Soul gets up and moves somewhere else. Seconds later Sue moves over to where soul was just sitting I'm confused but I smile at her. "Hey, Maka right?" I nod. "Yeah." "I'm Sue." I nod again. "Yeah I know." She bites her lip then smiles "Right, well I was wondering. Can I ask you something? It's really kind of embarrassing." I smile reassuringly "Yeah, go for it…"

"Well... I was wondering…what do you know.. about Black Star. I mean besides the obvious annoying and narcissistic qualities…" I furrow my eyebrows. Black Star? I look over at him and see his face is all puffy from the food he's shoving down his throat. From what I can make out, I see 3 sandwiches, plus the one he's eating, a giant bag of chips, a banana, an apple, a big bag of cookies, a soda and a carton of milk. I bite my lips to stifle a laugh. I look back at Sue who's waiting for my answer. "Umm, do you... like him?" I ask, curious but hesitant. Her eyes grow wide. "What? Pshhhh noooo I just… well he's been talking to me and he doesn't seem all that bad, well minus the part where he was whispering perverted shit to me and being a creep and when he and Soul were being idiots."

"Well.." I try to think of how to describe Black Star. I don't know where to start. I can't believe I'm trying to think of a way to make him sound…decent. "He's really into karate." Sue's eyes light up. "No way, I am t-" She stops mid-sentence. I cock an eyebrow. She's ashamed to admit she does karate? Then I remember her status in school. I sigh and continue. "Yeah he's like a champion or something. He's famous for getting into fights here at school. He wins every single one." I'm not sure if that's supposed to make him sound…appealing, I shudder internally, but it's really all I've got. "Thanks, Maka." She smiles and I return it. "Glad to..help." "No really I-" Sue gets cut off.

"Here's my impression of life at big ol' Kiddo's house.." Soul is starting shit again and I shake my head. Sue goes back to her seat. And everyone's attention is now on Soul. "Son! (he mocks principals Reaper's voice) Yeah dad? (he mocks Kid's voice) How was your day pal? Great Dad, How's yours? Super, say son, how'd you like to go fishing this weekend? Great Dad, but I've got homework to do! That's alright son, you can do it, on the boat! Geee! Dear, isn't our son perfect? Yes dear, isn't life perfect?(he mocks in a motherly voice). The others chuckle. Kid's face is serious. Soul mimes the mother and father kissing and then the father punching the mother in the face. Suddenly it's not so funny anymore.

Soul's POV

Kid's fist are clenched and his jaw tight. "Alright Evans! What about your family?" he demands harshly. I remain unperturbed. "Oh mine? That's real easy…." I stand and point forward. My chin up, my voice deep. "You stupid, worthless waste of time! You're a fuckin'nobody! You never do anything fuckin' right! You're a complete looser! You wanna be a winner? Look at your brother! Now he's a fucking winner! And what are you? A fucking no life is what you are!... What about you Dad? Fuck you! No, Dad, what about you? Fuck you! No, Dad, what about you?! FUCK YOU!" I reach out, mimic getting socked in the face and throw my head back. I breathe heavily from the exertion. Everyone's quiet. "You guys enjoy the show?" I ask still breathing heavily.

"Is that for real?" I turn to Patti "You wanna come over sometime?" "That's bullshit. It's all part of your image. It's all bull." I scowl and turn to look at Kid, my eyes actually wide. "You don't believe me?" "No.." "No?" I say harshly. "Did I stutter?" I walk over to him and undo the top buttons of my shirt under my jacket.

"Do you believe this?" I show him the scar my old man gave me. Four years ago in a drunken rage, he chucked a broken bottle at me and it cut my chest almost all the way down my stomach. "Huh? Looks like a jagged glass laceration, don't you think so Kiddo? See this is what you get when your drunk ass lunatic father finds out you've been going to piano lessons instead of football practice like your dear old brother. Did I stutter?" Kid looks away unsettled and I walk away, angry with everyone and everything. "See I don't think that I need to sit here with you fuckin' dildos anymore!" I walk over to a table in the back and throw everything on it on the floor. I snarl and climb up onto the table, then up on the second floor balcony; my back towards everyone.

I don't get it. I really don't. I mean it's obvious that I'm fucked up in the head, I can thank my parents for that, but still. I don't get why I'm looked at as a fucking moron who can't understand anything. I mean it's obvious if I were as stupid as people make me out to be I wouldn't be at this school. No one realizes this but I actually have decent grades. No one gives a shit though, not even my teachers. Because all they see when they look at me is a nuisance, a rebel, a nobody.

And my parents well, my mom is like a fucking zombie and ignores me. She's been depressed ever since my brother Wes moved away, six years ago. And my dad well he ain't no ray of sunshine that's for damn sure. I was always second in importance next to my brother. That was always obvious. But it wasn't till my dad started drinking that life turned to complete shit. My mom is either in denial or she doesn't realize what all this shit has done to me. However, I'm positive both of them don't realize they're the reason Wes moved so far away after college and never visits. I haven't seen him since I was 12.

Either way, I've gotten use to no one giving two shits about me. But what really gets to me is that they think I'd be stupid enough to open up like that…like a fucking douche bag and have it all thrown in my face. Like I'm not a fucking human being. See this exterior I constructed is all to protect myself from people like them. "You really shouldn't have said that Kid." I hear Maka mutter moments later. I furrow my eyebrows but remain unturned. "How would I know, I mean he lies about everything else anyway!" I roll my eyes and almost laugh. Well if I'm being honest he did have a point. He's still a douche bag though.