Hi there! Okay so this has come out way sooner than I thought it would, it's all thanks to you wonderful nagging reviewers. :D The other chapters will mostly likely not come as fast as this one or the last one but I will get them to you in a timely fashion, no more of this two week wait nonsense.

Disclaimer: I own Maka's new outfits, all the bad language, and all of Soul's evil fan girls but I don't own Soul Eater, sadly.

Shit, shit, shit, shit… I repeated, okay clothes, umm ok shit, how about a cloth, a book, anything dammit. I had a hard time deciding if I wanted to use my hands to search for a cover or to use them as a cover. Shit, what was he doing in my bed any ways?

"Mmm… Maka?" My insides literally froze, oh no, I watched the sleepy weapon, unblinking barely covering myself, when all of a sudden he turned on his side pulling my pillow closer.

I let out a breath, my stomach dropped and I felt like vomiting, that had been too close. Tiptoeing through my room, I silently thanked all the higher powers of the universe; I had to get out of my room quickly. When I reached the hall, I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding.

Staring down I cursed, I was still without clothes, SHIT! I was such an idiot; clothes had been a mere feet away, I could have snuck them out of the room, groaning I smacked my upper forehead. What was I going to do now? All my dirty clothes, clean clothes, and towels were in that room, turning slowly I eyed Soul's room with bitter distaste. Was I desperate enough? Fuck, yes I was.

Grumbling I made my way into Soul's domain, I was such an idiot, finally reaching his closet I gasped. It was nearly empty! Did he ever do his laundry? Damn, reaching up I pulled down an oversized band shirt, pulling it over my head, I noticed that it was barely covering my ass. I needed shorts or something, walking over to his dresser pulling open random empty drawers, crap. He was such a dolt, pulling open the last drawer I nearly cried, it was his underwear drawer; he had a shirt and underwear clean, awesome. Sucking up my pride, I pulled on a pair of black cotton boxers.

The boxers hung loosely on my small hips; well at least I was covered. Now I could get my own clothes, smiling I made my out of Soul's room, when BAM!

I landed on my ass, I grunted in pain, looking up I saw the confused face of Soul.

"Christ, Maka when did you come home? And what the hell happened to your arms?" I automatically recoiled at his voice; I had been expecting shouting maybe I had been hoping he would shout. When he showed concern like this, it made hating him really hard.

"None of your business," I huffed pulling myself to my feet.

"Well is it any of my business as to why you are wearing my clothes?" Instantly I blushed, crap, I didn't know what to say.

"You know what, whatever, this is so uncool. I don't know what has gotten into you but you really need to pull yourself together." Soul scowled at me. With that he, left me gaping like a fish, I had to pull myself together. What the fuck? He was the lying, cheating bastard, how dare he tell me to pull myself together. He was the one who unglued me.

"What did you just say?" I growled.

"You heard me Maka, pull yourself together. When you get all crazy like this, I can't keep up and it is uncool. I am your partner, you can talk to me."

I scoffed, "I can talk to a lying, cheating bastard? Didn't you say that cheating was uncool? Well I am about to tell you Soul Evans, that you are the most uncool guy I have ever had the displeasure of meeting."

I stared Soul straight in the eyes watching his face contort into a mask of anger while he grinded in razor sharp teeth. I took pleasure in his anguish, knowing that I had hit his weak spots, being uncool and using his last name. I knew where his goat was and I was about to take that fucker for a ride.

Before I could spout, anymore-verbal abuse Soul had me backed up into the hall wall, "Like I said last time you accused me of cheating and jumping Blair in the bathtub, you are making false accusations and being completely insane. I thought we had grown up since then, I guess not."

He leaned forward his nose nearly brushing mine, "Alright let's hear it, what makes me the big bad wolf this time. Did I look at Tsubaki the wrong way? Did a girl in class cross my path or was I staring too long at Miss Marie when she taught class? Better yet, did I look at one of my fan letters too closely? Well come on Maka, which was it? How shall I atone for going out in public?"

By this time, Soul had me completely pinned, one arm was next to my hip while his other spread out above my head, his body gave me no room to move, and the smell of Soul was intoxicating. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. How could he be so cruel? Why didn't he just tell me I wasn't good enough? That I was going to be replaced.

Tears prickled at my eyes, no I would not cry! Turning my face away from Soul I fought for control over my overwhelmed emotions. I tried to push Soul away but it was no use, he wasn't budging, there would be no running this time. I refused to meet his gaze, so I turned my eyes to the floor, wishing it would swallow me up.

"Shit, Maka are you crying?" Soul asked gently placing his fingers under my chin, beckoning me to look him in the eyes. I pulled away from the touch, as if it burned.

"No." I whispered. I couldn't get my voice above the tiny octave.

"Maka, look at me."Again, he tried to get me to look into his eyes.

"No, leave me alone."

He brought his face close to mine, "Talk to me." He whispered, he lips grazing my check, sending an electric wave of heat down my spine.

"Go talk to that whore you were kissing in the field."

"What?" He asked, jerking back as if I had struck him, at last a guilty reaction.

"You heard me, Miss Meister whore. I don't know what her name is but you know whom I am talking about, you were with her at the back of the field." Staring at Soul's face I watched for guilt, a snarky response, anything but all I got was confusion.

"Again an accusation, in which I have no idea what you are talking about," Soul said finally releasing me from the wall.

"Don't give me that shit, I saw you! She frigging leaned in and kissed you, you didn't move or push her away. You let her kiss you! You were kissing her!"

Soul started chuckling, shaking his head as if he was dealing with a disobedient child that was more annoying than anything else was.

"DON'T LAUGH AT ME!" I screamed, balling my fists.

"Maka… shut up. I didn't kiss anyone and obviously you weren't watching." In an instant, I was pinned against the wall again. "She kissed my fucking check, I told her that I wasn't available and that I had a girlfriend. That kiss on the check was a last ditch effort to get into my pants."

"You're lying…" I hissed there was no way that, that whore would only kiss his check.

"Actually I'm not, you can ask BlackStar. He showed up right before she kissed me. He had laughed at her and told her that she wasn't distinguished enough to sleep with his most loyal disciple, whatever that means," he said shaking his head.

"If you don't believe me ask Tsubaki, that little idiot is a lot of things but a liar isn't one of them."

I gazed at him, cursing the infernal hope that began blossoming in my bleeding heart.

"You know what is the worst part of this whole thing is?" Soul asked gazing down at me with sad eyes.

Unable to speak I shook my head, my throat felt like it had closed up, and my lungs had decided they were no longer going to function.

"That you didn't trust me; I thought I had earned that." Soul finally pushed away from the wall pulling the phone out of his pocket. "Here call him," and with that he walked to the couch.

Standing in the hall, tears prickled my eyes and my hand shook holding the phone, had I really assumed everything? I was the worst partner in the whole world. I leaned against the wall for support, had I destroyed everything, I knew Soul wasn't a liar but I had assumed any ways. Squeezing my eyes shut, I fought off the tears threatening to spill over. I took a stumbling step towards Soul, wanting to apologize, wanting to redo these last few days, wanting him to know that I trusted him with my life and losing that for even a second had been the worst thing in the world.

Stumbling towards the couch, fighting tears and gravity, I tried to make it to Soul. Maneuvering around the couch until I was kneeling in front of him, I finally let the tears go. It was a losing battle, staring at his eyes; I dropped the phone into his lap.

"Soul…"

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

DUH, DUH, DUH a cliffhanger! What a terrible and mean writer I am. Now guy's we are standing at a cross road; one way leads to Soul's forgiveness and maybe some kissing or the other way leads to an extension of Maka's pain and suffering! Which one? Just know that I plan on making Soul forgive her, so don't worry but it will be up to you if he forgives her quickly or not. In addition, if no one replies I will simply choose. So yah have a wonderful day and I hope to hear from you. Now review, favorite, and follow! :D