Soul's POV
We spent the rest of the week doing a report on our new technique. Each pair would have a test on Monday, custom fitted to their new skill. Maka had her report done by Tuesday, and I put mine off. I ended up having her help me because I couldn't get it done in time. On Thursday, we turned them in, then had a group discussion on Soul Resonance.
It was finally Friday. I woke up with a big yawn, and was surprised to find Maka still in bed. I made myself some breakfast, and jumped in the shower. By the time I got out, Maka was already dressed in an orange shirt and a pick jacket, along with a pair of blue jean shorts and pink sandals. The straps of the sandals wrapped up her ankle.
I got dressed, and when I came back out she was finishing a bowl of cereal. I grabbed my book bag and waited for her on the couch. I was dressed in a black muscle shirt with a red plaid button down tee. I left it unbuttoned. My dark blue jeans went well with my black and yellow walking shoes. Normally my outfits didn't match, but I thought I looked pretty good today.
Maka rinsed out her bowl and shoved a bunch of books in her bag. I headed outside and waited for her on the bike. She finally emerged from the apartment and settled in her usual spot. I felt her arms wrap around me, and I revved the bike, then drove off towards the DWMA. Maka seemed kind of off. She didn't say anything to me all morning.
Since we had a test on Monday, all class time today was spent quietly studying and taking notes. Black*Star leaned over to me. "What's wrong with Maka?" he said it a little too loud, and I heard Stein slam his book on the desk. He really loved the peace and quiet, but you sure didn't want to be the one who interrupted it.
"Black*Star," he said, tilting his head down so the lights glared off his glasses "would you please come down and write out chapter 6 of your textbook on the chalk board?" Black*Star rolled his eyes. Chapter six was one of the longest, if not THE longest chapter in our book.
He grabbed his book and started for the stairs that led down to the board. "Oh no, you won't need your book." Stein smiled, "You'll be writing from memory." Black*Star set his book down next to me. He looked pissed. Tsubaki looked down out of embarrassment. I noticed Maka covering a smile with her hand.
Maka's POV
I woke up with the thought of my father on my mind. I didn't say anything to Soul, for fear he would figure out what was wrong, and then he would want to talk about it. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about my lowlife father. I felt bad, not talking to Soul. I decided to buck it up and tell him about it later after we got home.
Black*Star looked so upset. This was the third time he had to write a chapter on the board this year. I giggled softly and covered my smile with my hand. Tsubaki was very embarrassed. A lot of people had turned around to look at the weapon. She slid down even farther when Black*Star wrote on the board "Stein smells like rotten flesh." He signed his 'famous' signature below the insult. Stein didn't notice the board until Black*Star walked back to his seat.
"Black*Star and Tsubaki, you will see me after class." Black*Star held his hands behind his head and took a seat next to Soul. Kid looked like he was about to have a heart attack. The words on the board were written on an angle, and weren't centered.
It was all he could do not to strangle Black*Star then and there. The bell rang. Kid tackle Black*Star who easily kicked him off. "YOU ASSYMETRICAL BASTARD! IT SHOULD BE ON A PERFECT ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY DEGREE ANGLE, AND SYMMETRICALLY CENTERED!" As Stein new of Kid's episodes, he sat back and watched Black*Star attempt to keep Kid off his back. Literally.
Soul was laughing hysterically, and I just sat and watched from the doorway. It was quite amusing. "Alright you two, that's enough." Stein stood up, and was about to separate the two, but Black*Star drove a powerful wavelength through Kid. He was thrown against the wall, and blood was spouting from his head.
Tsubaki grabbed Black*Star by the collar and dragged him over to Stein. She was not happy in the slightest bit. Thankfully, it was only Black*Star who received punishment. He had to serve after school detention for a week, cleaning the library. I already knew that Tsubaki would be there helping him. Even though it was his punishment.
I watched as Liz and Patti dragged Kid down the hall to their lockers. The hall was mainly empty now, and Kid was still unconscious. Soul and I waited for Black*Star and Tsubaki. They had to start organizing the library today. We waved goodbye and headed to our lockers. "Some punishment huh?" Soul was looking to start a conversation.
I nodded in agreement. After filling my bag with everything I needed to study, it was extremely heavy. Too heavy to carry. I shut my locker and leaned against it, waiting for Soul to grab his bag. I looked into his eyes and noticed that something was bothering him.
Maybe he's curious about how I was acting earlier. Well, I'll be sure to tell him immediately about my father when we get home. He met be my locker. "Maka…. I've been wondering, what was wrong this mor-" I stopped him before he could get the rest out. "I'll tell you when we get home." His eyes perked up a bit, content with the fact I was going to tell him what was wrong.
I began to drag my heavy bag down the hall. Damn books. Why do you have to be so heavy? I felt the weight of my bag disappear as Soul picked it up. He gave me his to carry, which was much lighter. I looked inside. Only a pack of gum. He's going to fail and I'm going to pay the price. Lord Death please knock some sense into this kid, I prayed, hoping he may change his mind about studying.
He obviously didn't plan on it. I could tell even Soul was having a hard time carrying my bag. He would never admit to it though. We left for home and I prepped myself as much as possible for what was about to come. Whenever I talked about my father too much, I either broke out in tears, or began shouting. I hoped I could control myself, because I didn't want to upset Soul, and I sure didn't want him to see me cry.
