Title: Complicated
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater and neither any of the characters involved in this story.
This story is un-beta'ed. Again, it would take a lot of time to publish this story if I did :'(
Word count: 2,220
Chapter 3: We Make A Good Chemistry
You can outdistance that which is running after you, but not what is running inside of you.—A Rwandan Proverb
oOo
I dragged myself off the bed and sluggishhly made my way towards the access. Once on my way to pass by him, I haughtily snorted and hereby only gained a blink of uncertainty from him. I stopped midway when he called out to me more in a polite manner.
"Green eyes!"
I stiffened on my spot just like a living statue. What the hell?
"What?" My voice was firm and definite. I turned around to face him with an eyebrow raised and my hands found its way on my hips, an intimidating look dangled on every slight detail of my face. He nervously released a laugh, a hand rubbing the back of his head.
"I ,uh, just wanna ask you if ,uh," No doubt, he's nervous. His idiotic stammering proves my guess.
"If you keep stuttering there and do NOT go directly to the point, it's best if I'll leave you then. You're indisputably wasting my time with a stupid minute of an unintelligible conversation with you." I angrily huffed, a scowl of disgust plastered on my face. "There's one more thing, since when did you start calling me that? Green eyes?" I scoffed. "Seriously? You're making no sense." I added before rolling my eyes and simply turning my back on him before saying, "If you mind, I have more important businesses to do than this."
I heard him heaved a disgruntled grunt at my rear but nevertheless, I chose to ignore him. Just who the hell does he think of himself to be worthy of my time. He's just a stranger. A new student. Just Death the Kid.
"I just wanted to have lunch with you." was the last words I heard from him before I turned the silver doorknob, yanked the door open afterwards and left. Hah. Lunch with me? He must be kidding me. Why would he ever choose to join me of all people. After what I've done to him? My ass.
I bet he'll just use me. Be using me as a tool. An experiment. A toy. Firstly, he would act as a good-natured person then, hangs out with me often till he meets new friends and if ever he had lost his interests on me, he'll simply abandon me—as a friend, of course—and poof, he's mask would wear out soon and his true color will show. That is how boys are made of—players. Stupid bunch of playboys. Ugh. It even sickened me every time I think of it.
As I started walking, I knew it from the start that he was following me behind so nonetheless, I confronted him. I pulled an angry look that reflected my voice as I faced him once more. "Why do you keep chasing after me, stupid?" I sternly interrogated, my back still facing him. I gritted my teeth in infuriation and clutched my hands on the sides, forming like hard stones. Those emphasis on my wording are well made with purposes. Logic ones.
He chuckled, motionless on his spot as he continued laughing. He subsequently scratched his left cheek with his index finger and diffidently beamed, his eyesight set involuntarily up to stare at the ceiling. Not really a good sign. "I just told you a minute ago, remember?"
Right.
He wanted to have lunch with me. I forgot. God. What is happening to me lately?
I mentally face-palmed myself and upsettingly or rather bitterly, bit my lower lip. I quickly cover up the deafening silence with a fake cough.
"You don't need to remind me, Idiot. I heard it myself and I can still clearly recall what you said and like before, I'd say no. I refuse." I conceitedly returned, turning back to face the path. Not too long ago, I added. "You are far behind my likings. You should better be off together with people who has the same I.Q. as yours." before descending a flight of stairs that will lead me to the school lobby. I tried my best to control my vocal chords. I shouldn't be careless, reckless or so whatever you call those words that you freak. Right. Freak out. Hah. Not the type of person I am.
"I know. But still, it doesn't matter a lot. All I want is to go with you." He commented. I could barely picture him grinning at my back. Damn him. I inwardly growled before stomping my feet in annoyance, my delicate fingers had just ended its term on gliding on the steel rail. I casually turned to the left, towards the huge, open twin doors to fully exile the school building and onto the school canteen located adjacent to the building I am in, but first, I still need to come across with the huge field. Stepping foot into the warm light—Afternoon sun—I deeply inhaled oxygen in the air and made a quick sprint away from him, who had abruptly broke into a quick run too. Heck he was still going after me. He's annoying and stubborn. I tell you.
"Hey, wait up!" He half-exclaimed, his voice wavered a little as he decreased his pace into a walking speed. Just a few steps from walking, he's already panting. Not that I consider him not running. In spite of that, he was. But not too long ago. Though however, a sardonic question crossed my mind. What more if he's running? Gosh. He wouldn't survive life so long.
I silently cursed under my warm breath and hissed. I came to a sudden stop, even if it's against my will. Just forced, I was just forced. Darn. I'll surely hate this guy forever after this. I turned right on the heels of my feet to face him who held heavy breaths and a tired voice. For a split second, my eyes widened in shock but quickly, I shoved that thought away. No. He's not gonna faint. Gosh. Don't you dare collapse in front of me. No. No. No. Just no! I wouldn't make it up for tomorrow if my phobia attacks right now.
And yes. I do have a phobia about those things—horrible things.
As he took another forced step ahead under the afternoon sun, I could make out every single detail he is showing: Tiredness. Perhaps, that would be the appropriate answer. His lips turned paler than it usually was before as it was pried open a little for a small space for air to grasp—his lips were a faint shade of violet mixed with blue—his eyes were set half-lidded with its customary spark disappeared almost instantly as dullness floated itself as it was darted to gaze only for the ground and also, visible big pearls of sweats trickled down on his forehead. He was showing...unusual traits. Catching his breath, he preferred rest over running. His exhausted eyes gradually closed shut as his palms found its way to his knees as to find support on his slightly shaky body. Without a second thought, I quickly made my way to his side and when I got there, I gently patted his back for comfort. Yes. Comfort.
"Are you okay?" When I spoke, concern was the first thing that clicked on my dreaded voice. I know it wasn't really perfect and encouraging but at least I showed him that I'm concerned, right?
He weakly nodded, submissively forcing himself to stand up once again. Looking through his eyes, I could see a hint of exhaustion and determination glinting in his dull, golden eyes that made me smile a bit. At least he's trying his best to recover from his state without acting overly like other people would do which kind of annoyed me. Much. "You okay?" I repeated, worry clipped on my voice. He just shot a wan grin at me that made me snap back to reality. I'm really acting out of my character. Hah. Thanks to him. Kid.
"I'm fine." He smilingly stated, wiping the sweats from his head. "Just got myself off guarded with exhaustion. Damn this weak body." He said, still smiling as he flicked his forehead with his index finger—himself.
Why does he need to smile almost always? That query rang through my head a millionth of times. Couldn't he cry even once? Not that I wanted to see a guy crying though. I mean, there are a lot of different emotions paid for free and why does he pick smiling over others? Like a living reminiscent of what I am. I could also see myself in him. I do not laugh, smile, grin, cry or anything but even so, get mad easily—Right. Seems like most all of my time is spent being annoyed by others presence—Irritable presence. Like sometimes I feel so…
Empty.
"You're spacing out too much." With that, I blinked my big, emerald eyes. For awhile, my view became blurry but waiting for almost roughly a minute, it turned back to normal as it righted itself on its own. He was waving hand mere centimeters away from my face. I can't help but feel...annoyed and embarrassed. I quickly pulled my composure back and instantaneously turned my back on him.
"I w-wasn't. Y-You're just making issues. That a-are stupid ones, nonetheless." I nervously insisted, hands crossed tightly over my chest. God. Why did I even stutter? Now, it's so easy for him to point out that I'm lying. Again.
"I guess so...but—" Before he could even complete his sentence, I cut him short. I faced him once again with a strict look on my face. He blankly stared at me for a moment before opening his mouth but I managed to talk beforehand. Hah. Good for him.
"Shut up if you want to go with me." Seriously? I said those words? For real? Nice. I might be insane. Tch. Whatever you say. Well, in-a-matter of fact, it was the only thing that I think that would take effect on him, that perhaps, make him silent. For awhile.
His eyebrows rose once again, this time with shock and intrigue etched all over his face. I gyrated and began walking the small distant towards the canteen while saying, "Just don't stick too close to me and do talk to me seldom. Surely, we'll be an item in no time if the whole campus knew we were the persons they're talking about right now." I informed, adjusting my loose pigtail.
Yeah. I know what you're thinking about me. Sigh. I get easily distracted with such small things, isn't it? I don't care. Lie to yourself and die.
"Your mind's too advanced for your age, you know." Kid informed, the smile on his face didn't fade but instead, it broadened into a wide smile.
"Seriously, I do. I'm already turning seventeen for the next three months." I defended myself from the parched accusation, unleashing a sigh of frustration and despair before rolling my eyes in irritation. He did succeed on leveling his pace with mine and even so, I scorned at his direction. "Duh. What are you ten? To think so young and innocent." I sarcastically said, my back still facing me. Well, I'm making stupid faces with him not knowing what I am doing at the moment.
He didn't reply though, nor did he only hung his head, facing the ground. Not too long ago, he raised his head from being low as a cheeky grin cracked on his thin lips. "I was just kidding." He blurted out with his grin, transforming into a friendly smile. "If you're sixteen, well, perhaps we'll make a good pair, knowing the fact that I'm a year older than you."
Right. He called it as a joke. And he's pairing me with him. Hah. Not really. To be true, it annoyed me to the bones.
"Tsk," I clicked my tongue in annoyance. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes, glaring down at him. It was surely enough for him to slow down his pace and walk a few steps behind me. "Suit yourself."
If we do, I'm certain that it would take him forever.
Not hurrying things, I do admit that it's good to stay this way. Like this . He is my friend—enemy. A frenemy.
/Freeze/
Chapter 3 already up! For the grammatical errors and mistakes. I am terribly sorry. Got no time to reread it. But anyways, if I have free time to do that, I would.
And by the way, I just wanted to thank all that has reviewed this story. Hope you still support me and continue to give me inspirations to continue this until the end. Then again, thank you and please do leave a review. Again.
Ah right. Also, if you're confused or asking Maka's phobia—Hah—got to reveal it on the next chapter? Ah no. Later chapters I guess
June 1, 2012
Till next time,
—Coffee