Chapter 3… I stayed up until 2am writing this again, I need to realise what time I'm staying up.
Maka POV
Once I woke up Soul was gone, there was no sign of him ever being here. I wonder if he came at all? Was it all in my head and myself conscious randomly made up his name? I was high on anti-cold meds so I could have very well hallucinated the whole day.
I sip on my travelable coffee cup, walking my way to work. My feet still feel light at every step I take and my head still slightly dizzy. I stumble inside of my work place, heading behind the corner and sitting down on the high chair, sighing and crossing my arms over the counter and resting my head in my elbow, waiting for customers.
The door bells rings attracting my attention, noticing my party freak of a friend, I sigh as she grabs a juice and walks over to me a wide smile on her face. Setting the box on the counter, I look at Liz with a raised eyebrow as I scan the juice box.
"Oh, hi Maka wasn't expecting to find you here" Liz giggles, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she blew a bubble with her gum. I roll my eyes at my friends attempt to make conversation.
"Okay Liz what did you want to tell me?" I ask sighing, Liz passing over the money for her juice.
"Kid wanted me to invite you to party tonight considering you wouldn't've socialized with anyone, we'll come and pick you up later" she winked, turning on her heel and walking to the door, looking back at me with a smirk and her eyes shining with mischief as she exited the store. I huff and my head collapses in my hands, lightly napping on the job as days were normally slow.
What did she expect to happen tonight? She obviously had a motive to come direct to my workplace and tell me in person rather than text. I miss my book. I have nothing else to do and now I'm finding myself napping a lot so time fly's faster. Suddenly red eyes catch my attention in the corner of my eye. I whip my head towards them, realising it was the red blinking of some appliance.
I rub my temples and close my eyes tightly trying to get the white-haired male out of my mind. Was yesterday real or was it my sick imagination (sick in both ways). He was cocky, arrogant, possessive, snarky and was selfish – completely the opposite I want to see in a person, the opposite I would ever thinking about allowing in my life… so why did he have power over me, why did he keep creeping into my brain and fantasies? Could I want him?
No, I'm being ridiculous. There's no way I could ever like someone like him, I like kind and sweet, caring people, he was the complete opposite of that. Or is he? What? No! he's an arrogant ass, He did drop by supplies for your cold and don't forget he helped you get to bed, plus he stayed with you until you fell asleep. He was trying to prove something to his brother, like a selfish ass would. Or he could've tried to cover up the fact he cares about you.
I groan at my own thoughts, some part of me wanted to see him again and the other wanted to make his life hell if I ever saw him again. I'm confused! This guy makes me confused, just say he's a jerk and I never want to see him again. It'd be easier for me, I don't know if I can deal with this strange feeling towards a stranger! I hate him… you don't hate him…I don't hate him?
I jolt awake my nap, someone in the store looks at me surprised at my sudden gasp, he holds onto his heart but pulls his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose, sniffling and continuing with his shopping. I groan and lightly pull on my pigtails out of embarrassment. Don't Sleep on the Job idiot.
Once I got home I collapsed on the couch. Blair notices and walks over, brushing her head against my palm, suddenly jumping on my exposed stomach and laying down with her paws spread across. I sigh, peace.
And as if my life couldn't live without drama my door bell rings, Blair meows in protest as I pick her up and place her on the ground. I walk over to the door and open it, revealing my 3 friends.
"You're not even dressed" Kid scoffed, placing his hands over his eyes in disappointment, while patty shakes her head seriously, not being able to keep her soft smile off her face for very long. Liz took a step forward and starts dragging me upstairs.
She ends up picking out clothes I wouldn't dream of wearing but suspiciously have in my closet. The outfit was surprisingly… sluty. I feel a blush brush my cheeks as I imagine what it would like on my body, A tight short black skirt, a loose and free flying sleeveless singlet with a fashionable sports bra underneath and of course Liz grabbed out a thong. What the hell did she think I was going to do at this party?!
I scoff as I dig into the closet to grab a different outfit Liz pulls me back with a glare, she turned me around and pulled out my pigtails and ruffled my hair a bit before pointing to the outfit.
"You're wearing that, end of story!" She growled and left the room to let me change, the door closing with a loud bang. I almost jump out of my skin, I breath and turn to the outfit and sigh, death save me.
I'm not wearing that thong, agreed.
I left the bedroom and walked down the stairs, feeling more self-conscious than I've ever been. Trying to pull down the short skirt to wear it felt comfortable, rubbing my arm trying to distract myself from my nervousness. My friend's face's turn to approval, all showing a thumb's up and a smile before parading out the front door, I say goodbye to Blair and follow the trio down the street.
The party was loud, really loud. They had coloured lights shifting over the room, laser's dancing on the floor and people cheering to the music. It was not my crowd, defiantly not my crowd. I was more quiet, reading a book and sipping on some wine not Loud music, my body rubbing against other peoples as I danced, making out with a random stranger and chugging down a couple of beers. That was defiantly not my crowd, and I wasn't looking forward to it.
Something grasped my attention, White snowy hair. Pang. Dangerous red eyes. Pang. Toned and tanned skin. Pang. Shark-toothed grin. Pang. I swear my heart skipped a beat as I feel my stomach start to fill up with butterflies and I turned my gaze away from the male whom seemed to be flirting with a short-haired woman.
I found myself in the kitchen, where the stack of beer was being hidden, I grabbed an open beer and instantly connecting my lips to the cold surface of the bottle. The contents burning my throat, leaving a satisfied feeling, sipping more of the drink.
I let the alcohol take me, control me. Taking another bottle from the fridge and chugging it down as I made my way towards the main point of the party, landing on the dancefloor. My body connecting with a stranger's as out hips work together, his deep brown eyes staring into mine.
The only thought that went through my mind as I looked in his eyes were plain and boring. He had blonde hair and had the face of a handsome player, but he didn't seem handsome to me, he almost seemed disgusting. His hands gripped onto my waist as he leans his mouth against my ear.
"Want another drink?" He asked, the sudden pressure of his voice on my ear sent shivers through my body but something about the way he said it. It scared me. Did he think I was a slut? Did he believe he had to get me more drunk to sleep with him? I wanted to decline but I wasn't thinking logically with my drunken state, so I slurred out an acceptance to his offer, following him into the kitchen.
Once we reached the counter I felt eyes on me, I glanced over to the direction noticing Soul glaring my way. His eyes holding anger and that familiar possessiveness, his eyes softened slightly as we made eye contact across the party.
He didn't dare move from leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. My body was frozen as if I was paralysed. I guess there was no way to avoid him now that he knows I'm here. I feel my arm being dragged, completely forgetting about the blonde dude.
I turn my gaze towards him, his brown eyes frowning as he takes me into the kitchen. I quickly move my head to where Soul was previously to find the space on the wall now empty. I blink and absentmindedly walk after the blonde player, he passes over the beer and as I'm about to take the bottle out of his grasp a tone and refined hand passes my face.
"Thanks dude" A deep and hoarse voice said, I looked up to see Soul, he was looking at the blonde guy with a cold glare and a fake smile. What the hell does he think he's doing! I never wanted to talk to him let alone see him again. Is it a coincidence that he's here while I am? Could it be a possibility that he's stalking me?
When I first met him he said he's not a stalker, but people lie. The guy looks like the biggest liar as well as a stalker. he randomly commanded me to take him home the first day I met him, he showed up at my house the next day, now he's at the same party? Does that not seem like a stalker? my rational thoughts keep drifting to what if he cared about me? He's actually really a kind hearted not-jerk guy, but no. Guys like that can't be, can they?
"Uh well actually it was for her" The guy replied dumbfounded pointing to me, I face palm. "Are you two dating" He asks looking between Soul and I. I felt myself almost hurl as he asked. Soul lightly chuckled with amusement in his voice, he wiped away a fake tear from laughing. That is the most I've seen him laugh even if it lasted only 3 seconds. I almost felt offended. No there's no denying, I felt offended.
"No! I barely know him" I reply, an expression of disgust showing on my face as I look at the whited haired male beside me, sipping on his beer, well my beer. His crimson eyes slowly turn towards me, he winks, a smirk on his lips. Again, who the hell does he think he is!
"Why the hell would I date someone so flat chested" he responds, his eyes lazily looking me up and down, a mischievous smirk still appearing on his lips. He takes my beverage and then insults me, what the hell kind of person is he? Oh, right a jerk.
Blondie looks between the two of us again, with wide eyes. Kind of like a concerned therapist, I've seen that look on therapists faces a lot when I talked about my parents… yeah, don't ask. I turn my gaze away from him and look at the other insulting male, fumes coming out of ears.
"Oh, so is there a problem with flat-chested girls?" I ask, my voice cold, my eyes glazed over as I glare into his deep irises, his eyes almost making me want to- no, no, no, nothing, I don't want to do anything.
"No, nothing. Except if it's you" he replies shrugging as if he didn't just insult me. I scoff at him and lightly pushing him away. Unbelievable! I mean it is believable but still, he's unbelievably cocky and arrogant. I look back towards the blonde male only to notice he walked away, I sigh and I grab a large cup and poor wine into it. "I knew you were a wine chick" Soul resorted, I mentally groaned and took a large sip of the alcohol, savouring the taste, trying to ignore the pulsating vein building on my forehead created from anger.
I ignore him and move along trying to find my friends or anyone else other than him. I take a sip of the wine, 1. I somehow stumble upstairs, walking into one of the vacant rooms, letting out a sigh and having another drink, 2.
I sit on the neatly made bed, whose house is this anyway, it's so nice and polished and large. It must've been really expensive, like really expensive. For some reason, it made me feel self-conscious with everything I do. If I break anything I have to pay for it and I'm not in a financial position right now. Suddenly feeling overwhelmed with those thoughts, I take another large sip of the wine, 3.
Not even minutes later I go for another sip only to find out that I've drunk all of my wine, placing the glass on the side table. I sigh, who even owns this house, do I know them? I jump in fright as the door swings open, the large sound it made my head buzz.
The sight of the scene for some reason broke my heart, not that i should've even given a damn, I don't care about people… But i do, especially if I'm drunk. I'm not drunk! Oh, yeah? I'm fighting with my own damn thoughts!
Soul had his arm around a flushed woman dressed like a hooker, not that I could really discriminate considering I was dressed in a similar outfit. He had similar caring eyes he had when I was sick. Not that I cared.
She was hitting on him and trying to kiss his neck, we may've been dressed the same but that sure as hell didn't mean we had the same motive for the end of the night. I coughed, attracting their attention. I got a gaze of Soul's now worried and surprised eyes with a blank stare I turned away from the pair not being able to bare to watch anymore of the horrifying scene.
"I better leave, sorry I was taking a breather from the party" I stutter, standing up and making my way to the door. Hiding my face from the two with my hand over my eyes as I walked past. I closed the door behind me, mixed drunken thoughts ran through my mind.
I stumble back down the stairs away from the bedrooms, I gaze around the space not finding any of my friends. I sigh and sit down on the closet couch with vacancy, the whole couch free as everyone was up and dancing or grinding on each other on the dancefloor.
I feel the space next to me move and I look over to the person, my face instantly frowning – natural reaction to this guy. He smirks as our eyes connect, I look way instantly, my body betraying me and blushing.
"boy, you finish quick" I joke coldly, he laughed with amusement at my statement, chuckling more than 3 seconds this time, it made me want to smile, I won't for the plain reason, its him.
"Yeah, I usually wouldn't've but I didn't have sex with her" I resorts, his eyes boring into the side of my head, my eyes wonder towards him with my head stilled, staring in front of me. Nothing showed in his eyes, his wall still firmly built.
"Oh, so your saying you didn't have sex with anyone" I slur my voice clearly drunk, forcing my eyes to stare at the large group of people dancing to the loud music instead of staring into his captivating red eyes.
"No, but I saved you from being raped" he replies, whispering in my ear, when did he move so close, I didn't even notice. I turn my head towards him, a smirk playing on his lips as our noses brush. I move my head back in disgust, frowning. My eyes glaze over with nothing but anger and repression.
"You don't believe I can look after myself!" I scoff "And I'm sure you've 'helped' me enough to go to your brother and laugh in his face. I wouldn't've been raped because I would've fucking hurt him more than he could ever hurt me" I reply, my voice monotone with rage. His face holds surprise and something else I couldn't make out before he built up his protective gaze.
That's why he's been so 'caring'. He doesn't believe I can look after myself, when I was sick and earlier before. "I don't need your damn help" I add, standing up and about to walk away until he grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap.
"You have it all wrong, your drunk and need to go home" he commands, possessiveness once again in his voice, I growl in revulsion and jump off him.
"Fine, I'm going home" I hiss.
"I'm coming with you" he announces, as I'm about to protest "Even of you tell me not to I am" he adds following me out of the blaring party, my head soothing from its headache as we exit the house.
After great difficulty walking home and declining many of Souls offers to carry me I finally make it home, Blair greeting me with a loving meow. Not until she loved on Soul first, which I can't lie made me feel slightly irritated.
"Well thanks prince charming I'm home now so you can leave" I say before he suddenly picking me up (bridal style) and starting to walk upstairs, feeling embarrassed I try to hide the exposed skin showing from the action.
He throws me on the bed along with a bottle of water before sitting on the chair beside my bed, his gaze set on me. I open the bottle of water and chugging down the water, the liquid starting to sooth my sore and dry throat.
"So… what was happening when you came into the room… with that girl" I ask, suddenly feeling brave, I look over to him, his gaze still strong and unchanged. He smiles slightly as the words strip from my mouth, obviously thinking I was jealous, I rolled my eyes.
"She's a close friend of mine, when she gets drunk she gets quite horny and... unpredictable, even trying to make a move on me. I thought she could get some sleep as my bed was… occupied" he says, a cringe appearing on his face.
Wait… his bed? He lives there, my jaw drops. He left his own house to walk me home!
"You live there?" I ask dumbfounded, he chuckles lightly at me, the jerk.
"Yeah, I do" he replies as if it wasn't a big deal, that's why he was there! He's not the stalker, I am!
"You are a privileged rich kid!" I chuckle to myself, I'm either a psychic or have really good judge of character.
"well I wouldn't say that" he rubs the back of his head. "My family gets more money than I do they just send me a fifth of their income to bribe me to go back home" he explains, shrugging avoiding eye contact. He's family's rich! That's a fifth of their income!
"Anyway, my roommate wanted the house to look that way to impress girls, I would've wanted it to look a lot more like yours, it's homey and doesn't scream richey" he states, he looks down at his lap and smile, twiddling his thumbs. It almost made him look cute, ignoring the fact he should look the opposite with his blood red eyes and messy white hair.
"God if your roommates worse than you I've defiantly dug myself into a hole" I whisper to myself, Soul looks up confused, not quite hearing what I said, I shrug.
"I like it" I reply, he twitches his head to the side in confusion. "Your house, it doesn't impress me but I like it" I make it clear for him, oblivious much? He smiles cutely, almost as if embarrassed, wait he is embarrassed! I almost chuckle.
"Hey um Soul" he looks up and nods "do mind climbing in bed it seems weird with you so far away" I say low, slightly embarrassed to ask, convinced he'll laugh in my face and fall me a freak, leaving my house and never seeing me again.
Lost in my thoughts I didn't notice the shifting of the sheets and the new warmth beside me under the covers. Nothing was said as he rested his head on my pillow, staring at me with caring eyes.
Maybe he does care, there has to be a motive… no ones like this for the plain reason they care. Maybe he likes me?
A cold air chills my back, it doesn't go unnoticed by the guest in my bed, he shifts closer, warming me up more than I thought a person could do. Why does he care so much, why does he make my heart pound so much that it blocks out everything else but him? Why does it make my stomach flip when he smiles… what's wrong with me?
I was about to ask him something until I saw that he had fallen into a soft snore, his eyes closed, noticing how soft his skin looked, it was making my body doing crazy things. It didn't take long until my thoughts died down as my eyes drifted shut.