Soul Eater

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'Love Somebody'

To change my shift of nervousness, I turned my direction back to Soul who was pulling the car out of the parking space and into the road. "So... Y-you know Tsubaki?" His eyes were on the road but he answered anyway.

"Not that much, but I see her every time... I talked to her once but... Nah, she's too shy or something"

"Well, I'm not actually asking if she's your type but... Whatever, I just thought you knew her" He surpassed a grin and it was sexy. Yes, the kind where a boss from a high-class company chuckles as a response. Sometimes, I dream of Ian Somerhalder chuckle and it was weird to describe it, but... His chuckle was sexy.

"Why? Are you applying to be my girlfriend? You know... I'm not into blondies" He joked but somewhere in me felt a bit disappointed. I'm not assuring anything but I kind of felt disappointed.

"That most certainly hurt... I know that, you know... Back in high school, I was the class nerd and the girl who was bullied by this guy named Noah? I wore braces and I wore this killer of a glasses... I wasn't close to being pretty but yeah... Everybody's a jerk during high school. So before graduation, I fixed myself and it was long after I realize, they only like what's on the outside. And it sucks because I had this one serious relationship who broke up with me when he thought I was changing. And just when you know it... He was right" He was silent and I felt embarrassed for sharing such a dramatic story.

"Well sorry for being a drama queen, I just... I never really had someone to talk to about it"

"Well... You have me? As you can see, you just told me something about you and I find it interesting. And don't worry, I'm not being racist about blondies and I'm pretty sure... You're pretty actually" I felt myself warm from what he said. It is kind of sweet and Tsubaki was always the one who tells me I'm pretty and coming from a guy... It was different. I felt flattered.

"Thanks, actually... But, I'm not that pretty, not up close... Well, I'm not being a girl who says she's ugly and posts 300 photos of herself in facebook, okay? Just so you know" He chuckled but he smiled anyway.

"And just so you know, I'm not being a guy who says a girl is pretty because he wants to get into her pants... I'm being honest" So, we made it to the beach house... I opened the sliding doors and the lights, while Soul carried Nachos's dog food and some other stuff. I turned the air conditioner on and I unpacked the ingredients for lunch on the counter.

It felt weird that my kitchen doesn't have any door or any walls to close it by, instead it was beside the dining area and the other side of the dining area was already the living room which is where Nachos was watching TV. Soul was sitting on one of the chairs in front of the counter and I could feel his red eyes on me.

"You know, you could go and watch TV with Nachos"

"Nah, I enjoy your company... If dogs could talk, I would go there"

"Yeah, okay... No arguing on that one. And... Isn't it weird that you're here?" I asked as I started preparing everything. He squinted his eyes and started thinking.

"What do you mean? Is it a bad thing?"

"Maybe... I mean... Your girlfriend might be looking for you" He laughed. He actually did, like... more than forty five seconds. I stared at him, waiting for him to stop. He was red and his eyes were teary from too much laughter.

"Maka! God... You're that blind? I mean... You have no idea how I'm here and I'm interested to know about you. Which means I don't have a girlfriend" He folded his arms on the counter, placed them on top and eyed me for a reaction. Honestly, I don't know how to react. I don't know what to say or what he's talking about.

"YOU DON'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?" Was the stupidest respond I ever told.

"Why? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Well... No"

"Said someone who doesn't have one"

"Excuse me... I had boyfriends... Exes. Two actually" I turned away from him and he stood up, walked beside me and started cutting the onions with full speed. I was surprised, for more than four years of cooking, I never chop that fast.

"Tell me more about them" I felt his breathe fanning my cheek, he was close. I felt dizzy but I regained anyway.

"You should sit down because I'm about to tell you long stories" He chuckled and he sat back on his seat, listening to anything I babble about my exes. They were alright, I learned things and I observed them. They were both dramatic, lots of tears and heartaches. But that doesn't stop me to live my life, I don't form hatred and I don't post crazy quotes on facebook about it.

"No. Freaking. Way" He reacted. We were talking about my second ex in university. He was handsome, very... The type where you could melt when he looks at you. His eyes were ice blue, he had this sharp features. And he was smart, smart enough to become the other top of the class and me being the other. We dated for two years and right before summer, he cheated...

"Not just that... He hooked up with my best friend... Behind my back. Before summer, I was left alone for lunch, I asked everybody else where they went but no one seem to know or care. I start to find them, until I reach the gymnasium right next to the music room. They were both there, both naked... Both having fun... Both not caring... But yeah, I understand why he did it... It's because I wasn't ready" I looked up back at him, he was blank but somehow he looked a bit frustrated.

"That guy's an asshole... If I saw his fucking face, I would have yelled at him like 'YOU JERK FACE! YOU JUST LOST SOMETHING SO REGRETFUL, YOU DUMB FUCK!' and I could have thrown a beer bottle on his head until he passed away"

"Well, past is past. But then, I heard that my ex best friend was pregnant and he's the father... So, they should have learned. Anyways, how about you? Tell me something" He chuckled and then stared back at me.

"Hmm... I wouldn't count them. But... Three are serious"

"Oh... So let me get this, you're a playboy?" His face was flat and I don't need to describe him to know the answer. Given his looks, girls won't resist him. I'm not saying I like him or anything.

"You're a jerk... You break little girls's hearts... Well, I couldn't blame you... You're a lucky guy, given that look" I was talking to him while preparing lunch. He plastered a smirk on his lips, they were playful.

"Oh, thank you for the compliment... I felt a bit flattered myself that you consider me as handsome" I couldn't deny it myself, because it is a fact. He's handsome. Any girl who said he didn't might need glasses. But I still think he's a jerk. Remembering my father... I couldn't remember how he loved my mother and not those hookers for sex.

"Maka?"

"Hey... Maka" I snapped out of my thoughts and I was surprised that Soul's beside me in front of the stove with the boiling pot. He had this genuine concern on his face, like he cared for something.

"Maka, are you alright? You've been quiet like more than ten minutes" My eyes widened that I took that long to think of my father's stupidness. For a moment, I thought of those girls who cried over him when he left them. Did they become something else? Hookers? Pot heads? Single mom?

My teeth clenched from irritation, I moved away from Soul to the other side to chop some ingredients. I felt anger, angry that he didn't cared that they had feelings. That when he grabbed my shoulder I slapped it away. I was shocked myself. I got carried away. "Oh! I-I'm sorry... I was just... Thinking... I guess"

He was silent. His red wine eyes stared back at me. "Was it something about me?" I couldn't stare back at him when I said it. I explained to him about my father. How hard it was for me to deal with my father cheating behind my mother's back when she's not around. And now, he left and went to Germany with his hooker and mom working hard for me.

No one really knows about my background or my family. Only Tsubaki knows about them and she taught me how to get over them. She made me stronger and now Soul was counted. I never really trusted people but I think I can trust him that I would trust him.

"I'm sorry" He muttered. And it was that single moment that I felt someone apologize for their wrongs to make some things a little less wrong but not that right.

"It's okay... I just... It's just hard for me to get over them. I mean... They're still my parents" And I didn't know how long we talked and how longer he stayed. But I was sure he fell asleep on the couch.