Chapter 2.
Maka POV
As it was expected I got sick, I mean I saw it coming. It was raining quite heavily yesterday and I didn't exactly quickly get home and soak in a nice warm bath, instead I just made myself food and wrapped myself in a blanket while I watched TV, not the best thing to do.
I can't lie if that dude didn't get me home I would've been out in the rain for an hour and make myself more sick than I am at the moment. Just my luck I don't have any supplies for a cold, I've never been sick before so I never really thought I'd need it. Another sneeze makes it out of my nose and my head goes dizzy and fuzzy. My whole face is a light pink my I swear my nose is a fiery red, I also swear my nose is on fire, maybe bleeding from the amount of tissues I've already used.
I don't have many tissues left unfortunately. Meaning I need to get out of bed, grab my purse and walk to the closet store that sells supplies for colds. I uncover the blanket from around me, the cold chill instantly hitting my frail body, my spine shivers. I, with great difficulty, manage to pull my socks onto my feet followed by boots. I slowly stumble towards my bedroom door, opening it to my purple cat, purring in her sleep-in front of me.
I walk down the steps, almost tripping over my own feet, my head starts to become dizzy and my vision starts to turn bleary but I continue with my journey down the stairs. I almost fall on my face but I catch myself with the railing. After great difficulty, I find myself at the bottom of the flight of stairs.
I walk to my door and once I open it a welcoming breeze hits my face, the warm contents making me feel slightly better. I might need to turn on the heating, that might make this cold easier to bare. I feel a storm of a sneeze approach and when I let it blow I slightly trip over my feet as I hold onto my nose. Noticing a basket at my feet, I pick up the card to see not the best handwritten note I've received, or very much one I wasn't expecting to be given.
'To random lady,
You got sick, didn't you? I knew it would happen. Since I know where you live and I'm in the helping mood (my brother still doesn't think I'm a good person) Plus because I'm a cool guy, I'll leave you some stuff to deal with your cold.
Get better soon so I can stop being nice'
I scoff at the letter, I can hear his arrogant voice in my head just laughing at my misfortune. I rub my nose, forgetting about the immense pain still erupting from it. At least I don't have to go to the store and waste my own money. I pick up the basket and set it down beside the couch as I fall onto its soft cushions.
I refuse to call that guy a good person just so he can go to his brother and laugh in his face to just than laugh in my face. Him just calling himself cool? What type of person does he think he is. I'm never going to fall asleep at this rate, I never go to bed angry.
After lying down for a good few hours I start to finally feel my eyes become heavy. My eyes shoot open as I hear an unfamiliar loud and harsh knock at the door. My mind instantly wonders to robbers or murders but just on time my conscious thinking comes in and I realise it could be a friend or a salesperson or maybe a murder.
Damnit, I forgot I'm not in my right mind right now. Another harsh knock erupts from my door, the sound of thunder booming from outside. I wasn't aware that it was storming. I try to climb out of the wrap I've made myself out of, almost falling on my face but managing to stand up with the blanket falling at my cold feet.
I notice as soon as the warmth leaves me that the room is quite dark and shiveringly cold. I tumble past the mess of blankets on the floor and trip over the carpet slightly, a sneeze escaping from my sore nose and finally I reach the door. My trembling hand turns the knob revealing the one person I didn't expect to visit.
I hear Blair meow excitedly behind me, as she rubs her soft tail on the guy from yesterday's leg. I swear I would much rather have my possessive farther come and visit my sick ass then this guy. The rude, snarky, cocky, arrogant and controlling person whom was helping me to just prove something. I swear I feel a growl almost escaping my throat, must be a natural response.
His scarlet eyes frowning and his ivory hair dripping densely with rain water, another boom of thunder shuttering as he raises his eyebrow. His face showing emptiness but telling me to invite him inside.
Without realising I move back letting him inside, how does he have such power of me? I slightly jump out of my sick skin as lightning shines down. The dude closes the door behind him and makes himself at home on my expensive couch. I mentally groan at myself for moving aside to have him treat my place as if it was his.
I didn't say anything as I sat beside him, when I say sat beside him I mean I sat on the other end of the couch as far away from him as I could get. The TV's still off along with the dulled-out lights and honestly, I don't see this atmosphere getting better any time soon.
I suddenly feel his cold gaze burn the side of my head. He's in my house and he expects more from me? What the hell is wrong with this guy. What's wrong with me I invited him into my house! I slowly turn my head over to the intruder in my house and give a fake bright smile, or the best I could do considering my face looks like a dump.
I see the guy's face slightly light up, noticing my edge, a sharky grins spreads among his face, a cocky eyebrow raised. I take back everything I said about him being even the slightest bit attractive with his alluring scarlet eyes and shiny snow hair that shapes his face perfectly god damnit Maka stop it with these thoughts! He's a jerky jerk, jerk. If we were in a story I would consider him to be the manipulative villain.
"You got any alcohol?" He asks, my mouths opens wide at his question. He expects me to invite him inside and follow every command he has. Does he see me as the alcoholic type? I let out a scoff, I'm sick and all I wanted to do is lie in bed and peacefully die for the day. "And can you turn on a light?" he adds absentmindedly, I groan internally and roll my eyes to the back of my head with a vein pulsating from my forehead.
"Who are you to just randomly show up, act like the place is yours and boss me around? if you couldn't notice I'm sick!" I shout as loud I can yet because of the hoarseness of my voice it came out more of a croak. He chuckled at me, chuckled! Who the hell does he think he is!
"I'm helping you, you obviously have no friends so you should thank me as I got you those supplies. You're sick so you'll get over it" he shrugged, shifting on the couch to get a more comfortable spot, if that didn't get my blood boiling I don't know what did. The smugness illuminating from his lazy figure, melting on my couch. I grip the blanket tighter around my body.
Luckily for me I had a spare book in the room, I'm not betraying my other book or anything it's a dictionary, it was just sitting down on the table. I hit his head as hard as I could, him instantly falling onto the pile of blankets on the floor.
He holds onto his hand as if life depended on it, as he pulls himself up he sends daggers at me. He deserved it. "What the hell was that for?" he exclaims as if I killed his favourite pet. Speaking of pets Blair causally walks in the room, barely noticing the scene, making her way to her food and water.
"You were insulting me!" I resort, he frowns, anger filling his pupils but calming down a few seconds later. He sighs and stands up, still holding his head, he closes his eyes for a brief moment before exhaling a breath.
"I'm Soul" he says out of the blue. What kind of name is Soul? I shake off any thoughts that begin to wonder into my brain and stare back up at the male. Is he oblivious to everything?
"Maka" I return, stumbling as I try to stand up to shake his clammy hand. He smiles with actual emotion yet it only lasts seconds. He licks across his sharp teeth for a moment before shaking my trembling hand.
"You're a bookworm, you own a purple cat, you dress like high school girl and your name is Maka? What isn't interesting about your life?" he laughs, I feel my face burn a light pink at his comment. He meant it as an insult, he meant it as an insult, he meant it as an insult, he meant it as an insult.
"Do you want another Maka-Chop?" I ask, slightly raising the dictionary in my hand along with a rised eyebrow. A cough venting out of my throat along with an unwelcomed sneeze which I cover up with my elbow.
"No, I meant it as a compliment I swear!" he exclaims covering his perfect-I mean not perfect face. I said it already and I meant it – I don't find he at all attractive. I move the book away and gently throw it on the blankets, trying to hide the slight blush on my face.
He didn't cause it, it's because it's really warm, I swear. I don't know how a stranger like Soul can make me blush so easily and make my heart pound so loudly in my chest, make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside but I'm not admitting anything.
I look into his blood eyes, Souls eyes staring right back into my plain forest green ones. As if I could get any sicker I start a coughing fit, covering my mouth with my hand. I notice Soul's eyes turn to concern and he gently places his suddenly now not clammy hand on the small of my back, comforting like. I swear it reminded me of a boyfriend thing, as much as I wanted to shrug it off it stayed stuck in my mind like an annoying fly that won't buzz off.
"You should probably get some rest, you don't seem to good" he states. Wow thanks captain America for stating the obvious! You've made my life so much better with your words of wisdom. If only people could hear how amazingly sarcastic I was in my mind. I shake my head to clear away irrelevant thoughts and I think Soul took it as me protesting. "Maka" he said softy, I glanced up at him in a state of shock.
He sounded so concerned, his voice was so soft as if he was talking to a fragile baby, As I looked in his eyes I could see his wall start to break down just in the slightest, was he afraid of caring?
"Go to Bed" He said suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. His voice changed so quickly to a rough and possessive tone, it was frightening, scary almost. The wall in his eyes being built up again. I nodded the best I could without pain surging throughout my whole head. I stumbled forward, trying to quickly make my way upstairs to try and get away from Soul as quickly as possible, when you're this sick it seems to be quite the challenge.
Feeling a pressure on my back and arm, instantly knowing who was trying to help me up the stairs. Blair meowed with a satisfied smirk as she watched me droopily being helped up the painful flight of stairs. After minutes of struggling we both make it to the top of the stairs, with a victorious sigh as stood on the high platform. Only to the bedroom until I can fall sleep!
Wait – what if while I'm asleep he'll steal my stuff, that could be his whole plan, to get me sick so he can steal stuff. I'm being ridiculous only a genius could pull that off, what if he is a genius? I squint as the idea passes through my mind, he could be an evil genius (Villain of the story!) or just a jackass.
"Are you a genius?" I slur, surprising myself as the words slip from me mouth, Soul chuckles.
"Yeah, I'm a real Sherlock" He replies sarcastically yet with a joking tone hidden in his voice. Wrapping his arms around my waist and helping to boost me on the bed. I sit on the edge of my bed and stare at the male, finally getting a look at his figure.
He's strongly built but not with too much muscle to be considered a gym addict, but he certainly has a passion for something you wouldn't except, you don't need to be really good at reading people to realise that. His hair is the perfect shade for his skin tone, his eyes the most captivating I've ever seen on a person, alluring. His stature and stance with the hunched shoulders and the slouch perfect… perfect for just him.
I blink bringing myself out of thought, gulping down the embarrassing thoughts, looking in Soul's eyes.
"You aren't going to steal anything are you?" I ask, precautions. His face turns to shock and a wide-open mouth, the look of disbelief. He sighs and raises his hands innocently.
"I swear, now go to sleep"
"Yes sir" I smile as I pull the covers over me, the warmth engulfing me.
I jolt awake and notice white spiking hair at the foot of the bed. He fell asleep in the chair beside my bed, his snoring quite loud. I look over to the window, noticing it's quite dark outside, the storm still not giving up I sigh and my head collapses on the pillow.
"I don't need your damn help" I say under my breath, staring up at the plain ceiling, feeling a strange pang in my heart.
"Sure you don't" I hear a hoarse sleepy voice say from the end of the bed.
I didn't realise I stayed up until 2 when I finished this, hopefully my school work doesn't suffer.