A/N: DISCLAIMED
X-x-x Tempted x-x-X
He was staring.
God damn it he was staring.
Cool guys do not stare.
Cool guys definitely do not stare at their flat chested, pig tailed meisters.
Then why the hell was he?
It wasn't a hard question to answer.
To put it simply, she was sucking on her pen. Maka Albarn was sucking on her writing utensil as suggestively as possible, all the while listening intently at the lecture that Professor Stein was enlightening them with.
And well,
It was turning him on.
Come on! He couldn't help it. The poor boy had hormones remember? Embarrassing, desperate and unwanted ones at that.
Soul wasn't exactly sure if she was flicking the tip of her tongue over the top of the pen to deliberately elicit this sort of response from him, or if she was doing it unintentionally.
He really hoped it was the latter, because he honestly couldn't picture the innocent Maka doing any of this on purpose.
Not to say that he hadn't imagined her doing the the things she was doing with her pen… to, you know, other things.
He was jealous of the bit of plastic.
God damn it. He was so perverted!
He blushed a mad red (so damn un-cool) when she turned to see him staring at her, but instead of demanding to know the reason behind his stares like she usually would, she only smiled. Soul looked away, embarrassed at what was previously crossing his dirty mind.
He heard Black*Star's stifled laugh from the seat behind his.
Soul had never been so glad to hear the bell chime, signifying end of class.
He stood up and excused himself from their presence, wishing to make a dash to the bathroom before making any more of a fool of himself.
When Soul was out of the room, Black*Star spoke.
"See Maka? You make him horn - " The assassin was cut off by Tsubaki, who had covered his mouth with her hand. Not letting the idiot finish his sentence. The chain scythe was blushing in embarrassment at what her partner was about to yell out.
"I can't believe I did that..." Maka shook her head in shame. She felt so dirty.
No. Correction, she felt like she had just taken a step closer towards becoming like her father, and she didn't like it.
The blonde sighed. She had been sick of her supposed 'friends' trying to convince her that Soul had hidden feelings for her.
"I dare you to do something extremely seductive and see how Soul reacts." Liz had dared her this morning. "If he reacts in a positive way – the gun chuckled at her choice of words- then we will have proved our theory correct."
Of course Maka had refused to take on the dare at first. She didn't think it were possible. Soul couldn't possibly like her… in that way. He was cool, and she was, well she was just Maka. Just boring, titless, bookworm Maka, as he had put it himself.
But in the end she agreed, intent on proving their theory wrong. Then they would have to stop teasing her about it.
And of course it didn't work out in her favor.
She sighed again, packing up her things. Now it was going to be awkward between her and Soul. Jeez what nice friends she had. Heavy sarcasm.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Maka grumbled, angrily taking the steps out of the lecture theater two at a time.
They were right. Her stupid annoying 'friends' were right.
It was possible Soul did like her like that.
But she pushed it to the back of her mind, alongside where she stored her feelings for him. Maka wouldn't let these stupid emotions ruin their partnership, and resonance for that matter. No matter how much of this hormonal catalyst was poured in.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews last chapter.
Letting you guys know again that these are ONE-SHOTS therefore the events that take place in each chapter are in no particular order. For example, next chapter they could 'get physical' [;-)] but then the chapter after that i could decide to go back to where nothing like that has happened.
Erg. Hope that made sense to you.
Yes they are OOC (especially Soul) but as someone once told me, everyone becomes a little out of character when deciding to be flirty. It's inevitable.
YOUR LOVE IS MY DRUG
...isn't that a song or something?