Title: Complicated

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.

This story is un-beta'ed. Again, it would take a lot of time to publish this story if I did :'(

Word count: 3,284

Chapter 2: Fake Glasses

Fear is that little darkroom where negatives are developed.—Michael Pritchard

oOo

Whispers and gossips already spread around the entire room; words coated with jealousy, anger and mixed mockery.

"God. I couldn't believe what I have just heard!"

"Seriously.. Its a joke, right? Tell me it is and I'll be fine."

"WTF! That dude is referring to tiny tits? Sheesh. What a book-ish freak."

"Way the go, man, that was epic!"

"Does he mean, g-glasses girl?"

My emerald eyes widened in shock and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, silently gasping. I glanced back at him again, but in that very moment, he looked up to me too. Our eyes locked for what seemed like an impossible long second.

Gold and emerald.

Kid dropped his concentration by only giving everyone a grin,-or so, it was just me-causing an unsettling feeling to rush over my body. Crap. What the heck is with him? Why me of all people. Gosh. I wanna tear his eyes off of his sockets and kill him almost instantly but...I can't. Instead, I just froze. Stupid Maka.

"W-What?" I credulously asked, stammering as a lump suddenly appeared in my throat and the need of disgorging made my stomach go numb but I fought with it. Great. I spilled the beans. Why did I even talk. Sigh.

Silence.

God. What is wrong with everybody?

Stein faked a cough, and with that hereby, indirect course of calling attention, everyone gradually averted their heads to our advisor. Stein nonchalantly stood up from his feet, threw his cigarette on the ground and mercilessly trod on it. He closed his eyes and contemplated for a moment as he was also busy on turning back the screw in his head a few times until it clicked.

"Interesting indeed, Kid." He flatly said. I know that he mean it. He's provoking me. "I'm truly certain that your words wouldn't be so stupid that it WOULD rather just sink in that person's mind." Ah well, it was no worth the cost at all. He's not helping. My advisor is NOT helping me. God. Why did he even pass the board exam? Fuck. A teacher with an attitude.

He reluctantly brought a hand up and snapped his fingers. At that time when the bare sound rang through my ears, I gasped, leaving my daze out of my daylight nightmares.

The corners of my mouth constantly twitched but nonetheless, I got my composure back and my eyes went back to normal.

I blinked once before darting my eyes away from all the penetrating gazes down towards the ground, making my large glasses on my face to slightly slip away from the center as I looked down.

"I-If you may excuse me for awhile" I stated, anxiously stuttering in embarrassment. I pushed them back up as I walked towards the door. Three steps away from the door, I paused on my tracks but nevertheless, carried on my stroll to exile all at once.

With my audacious excuse, Stein hadn't stood a chance to resist as I quickly swept out of the room, not wanting to be stopped.

My life sucks..

NORMAL POV

Stein was about to give his consistent 'no' as a reply when he felt gripping on it would be the best way since he already lose track of Maka's retreating back. He heaved out a sigh of despair, before preceding on scratching his head with stupefaction.

"Put up with the mess.." He softly mumbled under his breath and casually swooped down on his chair. He lazily wander his eyes around the whole place before it halted on an oblivious, innocently smiling Kid. "Surely, I didn't expect that manner from a top student like her to be so affected by such a guy as oblivious as...him."

"Man, that was a lame excuse!" Black*Star yelled hoarsely from his seat, rubbing the tip of his nose in boredom.

"Hey, God!" Soul blandly screamed from his place, his eyes swept to his best friend's direction. His drooped crimson eyes rolled consciously and he leaned back to his chair. Hearing the word 'God' made Black*Star go loud as he haughtily snorted which gained a click of his tongue from his mature old pal.

"Get over it." Soul yawned as he propped his feet on his desk and folded his arms behind his head. "What would you even expect from a flat-chested nerd like her? She's our little freak so don't mock at her like you wanted a fight."—As if—

Stein swiveled around in his chair like a maniac enjoying his students' loud chatters. Kid faintly beamed at his odd doings.

Stein sighed, slowed down his swerve to a stop and leaned back his chin on the chair's backrest with his stale, stoic eyes stayed fixed in front of his active class. "Kid," He started, keeping his voice unexpressive. Kid turned to face his professor with raised eyebrows and big, round, sparkling, golden eyes that showed concern and worry. Stein ignored Kid's priceless emotion as he proceeded. "Why don't you search for her?"

Looking natural, Kid's brows gradually slacked down in worry as a frown situated itself on his face that instantly replaced the happiness that graced on him awhile ago. He flickered his eyes twice and feigned a smile, "Mind telling me who is that 'her' you are referring to, Professor?" He obliviously inquired, looking for answers at the back of his head.

Clueless as it is, Stein needed to calm down. His head unintentionally lowered in defeat. "Never mind," he nonchalantly stated, giving the wheel on his head a few cranks and afterwards, pushed it into a flaw spin. "Forget that nerd."

"…nerd?" Kid's eyes widened in realization. Finally, realization hit through his thick skull. He tapped Stein once on the shoulder before dashing out of the room, bringing his feet into running. Stein shrugged his shoulders and radiated his full attention in front, not minding the other two students skipping class as early as ten in the morning.

What would you even expect?

"Anyway, we got an hour left to finish our class, so better if we start dissecting"

MAKA POV

School Infirmary

That's where I am. I don't know the main reason to why the hell my feet brought me here. Perhaps, because I wanted to be…alone? Yeah, whatever.

I barged into the room without knocking, mildly keeping my emotions contained in me as I grabbed my complains on the back of my mind. Surely, crying and ranting wouldn't help in my state right now. Such a rambled situation. I mutely trudged directly to the third nurse bed laid at the farthest part of the row; the bed which was located adjacent to the poster-covered wall.

"Maka?" Ms. Marie quizzically uttered, calling my name in a puzzled tone. I could feel a knot forming in my stomach, twisting every time my name has been mentioned. I bit my lower lip, agonizing. My green eyes wholly covered by my ashy-blonde fringe that was evenly draped above my eye level.

"I'm fond of bookworms"

"FOND of BOOKWORMS"

"Bookworms, bookworms, bookworms"

For the twentieth time, GOD, those words prompt repeatedly and without delays, flowed in my head. I was totally horrified to hear the echoes of his ugly voice. Hear me? It was horrible indeed. Imagining his image was never accepted to be a good choice. It was just...strange. Every time his words replayed in my mind, an unstoppable shiver would just pass through my entire body; sending me miles away from earth. It was drastic.

Damn it all to hell and back. I wish he would just jump on a cliff. I hate him.

"Something happened?" Ms. Marie's voice entered, startling me a bit. Her voice was soft and soothing, a tinge of concern stung on her tongue. I grunted, a suspended low and scratchy tone being produced in my sap and dried throat.

I didn't pay attention to her or responded, instead, I carried on with my frustration as I plopped onto the white, cozy cushion. I heard her unleash a sigh before she officially stood up from her seat and left her work as she turned to comfort me. She jolted on the heels of her feet, her toes covered by her leather brown shoes subdued with the friction as it pointed at my direction.

She suitably left a smile on her lips as she sauntered en route to my spot. I stayed really quiet as I laid idly on the pilow. I pulled the covers up to my shoulders and consistently curled up; persistent to force myself to the lull of sleep that held only in my mind, unaffecting my system functions to calm down as it effortlessly waved off the thought that I could perhaps, take a rest.

"If there's a thing that bothers you, feel free to approach me anytime and how it is too hard, surely, I'll find a way on how to fix it. Well...somehow." She paused, suppressing a giggle."Yeah, I may know that I'm not good at giving advices but yet, maybe, somehow I could help you get over it one way or another." She added, giving off a small impression to herself.

"I did not come here to make you feel that way, humiliated, Ms. Marie." I didn't dare stole a glance on her as I rolled to the other side of the bed, my back facing her and in that way, I am giving her a restriction to perceive in my current facial expression. I'm not that brave enough to spill in and let my emotions flood beyond the subscribed bucket of emotions, yah know. I'm a human, an average girl with a small dream.

I supposed that this time, Ms. Marie sat on the edge of the bed I was in, since the spot not far from my feet sunk deeper and the squeak that probably caused by her weight shrilled underneath the hard, springed, creaky mattress that possibly proved my intuition.

"It's just that I don't feel well today.." I frankly reasoned out, lying. My heart told me to do so and it would be most definitely so embarrassing if ever she knew the real thing. She'll definitely just laugh on me. I sluggishly lugged my eyes to the corner to witness her actions secretively.

I felt relieved when she nodded her head in understanding, telling me that it would be great if I take some rest for awhile which I highly accepted.

NORMAL POV

A few minutes later after Maka came, someone followed. The doorknob slowly twisted and the door opened a little, leaving a low creaking sound when it was swung back to create a small access to the hallway; it was executed with all the care, not wanting to disturb anyone from their rests.

Footsteps were once filled in the room, muffled tug of low and dull stumping steps of an individual, riveted on every flat surfaces of the four walls; bouncing as it separately echoed apart from the rest.

"Hey," Marie warmly greeted, waving a hand lightly at the air to him. "Need anything?"

Out from being low and downcast, Kid's eyebrows raised up to a higher extent, causing a furrow on his forehead. He blinked his eyes once before darting his gaze to the blonde nurse and nodded. Marie shot one of her infamous saccharin smile and stepped aside as she stood up on an upright position while saying "go on,"

Out of the blue, Kid stepped foot into the room with his eyesight set on Maka's remained partially covered body. He calmly walked over and gently sat on the bottom of the bed. The latter silently gasped as she looked at the bottom of the bed to perceive in Kid, with his head tilted back slightly unconventional to stare back at her with a worried look on his face and his fists clenched landed on both sides of his thighs and are partly slanted to the back; leaning in a right support.

"I've searched for you everywhere, only to find you lying in here. Are you sick?"

Maka pulled the blanket farther past beyond her head, in a way to wholly cover her figure from the public. "No" She deadpanned, her tone was cold and deep; far from her tone which is usually calm and somewhat...cold. He heaved out a sigh of grief as he rose to his feet. He dragged a movable chair nearby close to the latter, perhaps the spot contrary to the wall and her division.

"Are you hungry?" He meekly asked, eyes were downcast to the floor, afraid of the look of disgust and annoyance that he imagined on her face underneath the covers; he was looking through the space between his legs, eyes looking a duller shade of yellow and the shallowness was never an exception as an evidence for his blame to himself.

"No" She said, sharp and flat. Venom slipped on her tongue as she stated the word inexpressive enough, pushing herself underneath the warm blanket wearily.

"I was ju—" As he was about to say something, ready to spill fountains of words to the latter when she cut him short; plain dead.

"Shut up," Maka dismissively muttered, brief like she suffered from vocabulary crisis but nonetheless, her demand shortly-lived, though a second longer than the first pause. "Go away. Idiot." Again, she shifted uncomfortably on her spot, covering her head up with the other pillow, giving Kid the clue that she didn't want to continue that conversation or even talk to him for a moment and such. Kid looked over to Maka who was lying down on bed, face down, burying her head in her pillow.

"You made me worry much about you, you know." He stated, worry laced on his tone as his eyes softened and the glint of affection floated on his sparkling golden eyes. Maka huffed in irritation. Sensing that the topic seemed awkward, Marie decided to leave the responsibility to Kid as she left.

MAKA POV

My ears perked up when I heard rumbling steps and so, I peeked through the covers, it used to be a secret but since he caught me off guard, I gave in. I slashed at the sheet, pulling it off me and knocking my pillow to the floor. My mind wouldn't settle down. Yeah right. Thanks to Mr. Goldie. I don't know why he seemed to be so attracted to me in a matter-of-fact that I know him nothing in physic but hence, even so, I am still gonna hate him permanently!

I heard him grunt, low and rough. I rolled my eyes as I saw him picking up the pillow from the corner of my eyes. Pathetic. Too kind and under.

"Ah, one more thing, Maka," Partly alarmed by the sudden call, I gasped. Oh. It was her. Ms. Marie. Great. I am talking pointlessly to this guy with her, eavesdropping. I initiated that Ms. Marie grinned at me from a distance, sending a small wave as she slowly, closed the door. "You're a terrible liar."

I am NOT a terrible liar. Sigh. Only if this annoying peasant didn't show up, I didn't. God. Mind you people, I am not playing as hard to get. I know that he's handsome,-yes, no one can deny that-; he's kind, tall, sweet,-Sort of-, caring,-I can see it through his eyes-but also, contrary to that, he's inquisitive, dumb-which is true-and stubborn. I just wanna be alone in some time, ugh, but how? He's here. Beside me.

"Leave" Those words suddenly found its way out from my mouth. My voice sounded much colder than before which I preferred as better.

"But-" He was about on his way on giving one of his lame reasons when I initiated that throwing another pillow in a fit of anger would stop him. Again, he heaved out a sigh of exhaustion.

"Will you ever stop doing that?" His voice wasn't rash or harsh; instead, it was laced with melancholy and concern. He collected the fallen and now dirty pillow on his arms and dusted it off in the mid-air with his left hand. He coughed lightly and shook his head, trying to clear it as small dust particles hovered around the area on where he stood.

I removed the pillow off my facade and throw it on his face. "An innocent face belies cunning, now took off your mask!" I half-exclaimed, glaring at him viciously. He scrunched his eyes shut and quickly blocked my hit with the pillow on his hand, finding refuge to the cushion. "I hate people calling me bookworm." I informed him, fuming in rage.

He placed the pillow on the bed and glowered, feeling affected by the intensity of my glare. Is he guilty? Right. Maybe he is. It's his fault anyways.

As to what he's showing right now, he seemed to look harmless and...cute. Ah well, he is cute, but not in the point that I am already at the verge of falling for him. That would be far from the truth on where I am and surely, another story to create.

"Tch. Fine, I'll let you pass for now" I rolled my eyes, unleashed a long, retiring yawn and neither ways, pulled myself to sit on my buttocks. That action, however, caused my glasses to helplessly fell off of my face and onto my lap and the moment I bent down to reach them, I noticed that I was no longer angry-not much, I mean-at him. To tell you the truth, I do not hold grudges on people; it's just that I'm moody sometimes. I stretched my legs straightly and so as for my hands extended sidewards. I picked it up and placed it on the small, wooden bedside table. Kid stayed silent, astounded as he raised his head to stare back at me accusingly. He blinked his eyes twice before gently placing the pillow on my side. He hesitantly pointed a fine hand near his thick eyelashes with a questioning look.

"Are those glasses...fake?" He inquired, not sure if he was in the place to make such questions for me to answer. And it would look rude if I don't answer him as well. I shot him a small smile before adjusting one of my pigtails that had stubs appearing disorganizingly.

"Obviously, it's a yes." For a moment, my eyes turned bored as they formed like peanuts. I mentally slap my face and I got back to my usual look-cold. I blinked once before leaping off to the cushion with him, staring at me, immobilized.

One way or another, rumors and issues would soon spread around the whole campus and it would be better if I don't stick with him as early as now. People would laugh at me, so as him. I sighed. "If you don't mind, I'll be going ahead."

I know, I'm such a jerk.

/Freeze/

Chapter 2 ends here. First of all, sorry if the characters who are involved in this story are totally OC. I'm aware of it. Second, please forgive me for the grammatical errors.I have no time to check Lastly, please do leave a review. I wanted to hear your comments in a form of a review. It would make me happy. Oh. Before I forgot, my dear readers, please tell me if I should continue this story or not. I mean it.

May 28, 2012

Till next time,

—Coffee