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: 1,855

Chapter 5: A Basketball Invitation?

Man does not control his own fate. The women in his life do that for him.—Groucho Marx

oOo

I didn't wait for him too long. Past half an hour later from waiting, I gave up. It was too obvious that he wouldn't come back—not that I am hoping that he would though. Just patronizing.

And so—right now—here I am, waiting for him inside our classroom with my lazy butt glued on my chair. God. How I wish it would be the end of time. Too boring.

"Five more minutes..." I reminded myself conspiratorially of the allotted time he should catch up before afternoon classes' starts. I made it a habit—no—a manner to not mind other people's businesses when classes starts. During school hours, I'll be back to the normal me—being serious and all.

I clicked my tongue in exasperation as I tapped my fingers impatiently on my wooden desk.

"Hey, tiny tits. You okay?" Soul asked dully from behind, his voiced laced with tiredness. I gave him a shrug that was then rewarded by an incomprehensible mumble from him. "Just so I thought," He started, heaving out a long, lagged sigh before leaning back to his chair. "It would be best to not talk with somebody who cares less for someone than you would ever thought she would. You're indisputably boring, if you ask me."

With his indignant spoken words, none of it made me smile—rather—made me mad at him more than the last seconds I've been talking to with him. He's too damn bad for a friend. Too terrible.

"Soul!" Without sparing a glance at the speaker, I just know that it was Black*Star. He's indescribable if you ask me. Know what I mean? Too loud and active. And I just want you all to know that I hate him. Yes. Hate him that much. "Wanna play basketball with me this weekend?" He asked loudly, an excited look on his face. With his loud mouth spreading the word, some of my classmates turned their heads his way with a look that says 'Can't he minimize his voice?' but yet, too oblivious to understand, he gave no care for others.

"Sounds good," Soul commented dryly. I dragged my emerald eyes warily to the corner to spot him deprecatingly smirking as he had his folded arms underneath his head. "And it would add more interest if you join that new guy here. Let's see what he got." He stated wickedly, only making his smirk to grow wider as it became one of his trademark lopsided grin. A tricky look on his face.

"Huh? New guy?" Black*Star asked ignorantly, blinking his eyes naively in confusion. "You mean, Kid?"

"You bet."

Well, it did sounded well interesting in my part too but something inside of me just pulled this look—worried—as the recent flashbacks started to replay in my mind.

"I'm fine."

"Just got myself off guarded with exhaustion."

"Excuse me, I just need to go to the restroom,"

There's something more I about him that I didn't have the chance to know. To know him that well.

His weak smile.

Dull eyes.

Tired voice.

Severe coughs.

Weak body.

His heart.

Something inside of me urged to restrain himself away from things—no—activities that would cause quick physical exhaustion for that guy. Him. Death the Kid. Not that I'm acting like someone close to him or something like 'Mommy-mode'. I can't tell. I can barely feel it. Sense it. Something wasn't right.

My thoughts were then interrupted when somebody beside me lightly tapped my shoulder. I looked up to see him—this intimidating guy—pull out a chair for him to sit. It was Kid.

"What took you so long?" I inquired strictly, my face twisting a look of annoyance as I intolerantly remained seated on my seat with this head of mine, waiting for his reasonable answers. "I expect logical answers from you. I deserve it." Hell yeah, I do deserve intellectual answers. Heck after waiting for an hour. Half at the cafeteria, and the other half hour inside the classroom. It wore me a lot, yah know.

He just smiled once on my way and gave me a dismissive shrug. "Cafeteria. It took me so long to search for you there." One way or another, is he implying that I was the one to be blamed? That it was my entire fault?

"Stop lying, stupid." I started; my voice was hard and definite. A thing I always do—rather use—when I'm trying—hardly trying—to stay calm. "I was there moments ago. Half an hour ago and it was you who didn't show up in public eye." I reasoned out, defending myself as an offensive look crossed my face. "More or less, you slipped with what you are planning to. What you said earlier. Know why? You just told me that you are going to the restroom." I flipped my hair back to its original place and I continued my rants. "You should be careful of what you would utter next time if you don't want people to get offended." was all I said before the school bell rung but due to Sid's delay on going to his class on time, it was a great opportunity for the boys to invite him. Soul and Black*Star.

"Yo!" Black*Star greeted rowdily, or rather screamed on his seat. Well, my dear seatmate didn't buy a time to miss it. Like he knew that it was him who that stupid guy was referring to. Who knows what 'Yo' actually meant to him. His addressed name? Ugh. That would be totally pathetic.

"Yeah, why?" He inquired good-naturedly, pushing a constipated smile as he lightly turned his head to face Black*Star.

"Wanna hang out?" Black*Star invited, acting cool as he crossed his arms tightly across his chest with his firm yet flat breast out. I swore. His muscles were rippling everywhere!

"When?" Kid interrogated, questioning as he fleeted quick glance on my direction and hell as it is, I caught him off guardedly.

"This weekend. Saturday." was Black*Star's immediate response before I faked a cough.

"Reaction. Nice." Soul whistled, crossing his feet and placed it on his desk afterwards.

"Shut it, Soul." I hissed, sensing hot eyes on me. God. This is so embarrassing.

"Hey! Ignore me later, Kid! I'm still waiting for that damn answer of yours!" Black*Star practically growled as he was offended by Kid's unawareness.

"Well, as much as I wanted to, I have an appointment with my dentist that da—" Without any delays, Black*Star interrupted him as far as we only received a half-baked sentence from Kid.

"You're acting like a baby, dude! Just tell me that you're scared so my business with you would end now." Black*Star uttered inconsiderately, yelling as he pulled a look that showed exasperation and insult.

To be true, he was the one acting immaturely and in a childish way. His words were coated with egocentricity too!

I could hear Kid grunt in frustration but neither way, he gulped silently and drew out a sigh of despair and defeat. He lifted his head from being low as he forced a smile to mask his true emotion. I just know that he does not want it. Faking—not being the true him. He is too easy to be read.

"Sure," He nodded and before Black*Star could even scream for joy and victory, he inserted. "But in one condition."

With that offered consequence, Black*Star's face fell. He didn't expect that from him.

"I want green eyes to come."

This is not good.

I sense trouble.

I gulped like a ghost before—quickly—pulling a random book under my desk to read. As if. I cursed under my warm breath before flipping the book open at the center page. I heard nothing. I see nothing. Nothing could possibly happen to me after this. Be calm, Maka.

"Now that's interesting, right, tiny tits?" Soul acquiesced, a wicked grin on his face as I slightly jolted my head to face him.

I rolled my eyes and got back to slink on my seat with my eyes laid on the book. "Jerk."

Black*Star pounced forth over his desk with his right hand as support and suddenly, he tackled to my direction. His conceited, wide grin showed his white teeth as he slammed a hand on my desk. "So what'd you say with it?"

For some odd reasons, I winced and scrunched my eyes shut as I cursed once more. Childish brats unleashed. Damn it.

"Hey, little girl!" He screamed deafeningly on my face. My eyes went wide but quickly, I shook my head off and blinked my eyes twice to recollect my composure and it did helped a lot.

His grin broadened into something ridiculous and in a slight mock. "You are so funny." He said, accusingly pointing a hand to my book before holding its sides and turned it upside down. "You're reading it upside down."

Great.

Wonderful.

Stupid me.

The next thing I knew was that my green eyes widened in shock and I helplessly sat there like an idiot with my cheeks burning crimson red from embarrassment and which everyone laughed at.

I was mortified.

Quickly, I snapped the book close, pushed it back underneath my desk and ducked my head shamelessly on my desk—hoping that everyone would just instantly disappear which is really hard deem and not to mention, impossible to believe in.

"Are you okay?" I heard Kid whisper softly on my ear. His voice was soft and sensual.

"No." I replied sharply, an imaginative tone of annoyance leaked on my voice.

"Then tell me what can I do to make you feel be—" Before he could even finish his sentence, I interrupted, cutting him short.

"Leave."

Well, that was the time he heaved out a frustrated sigh and straight away stopped from bugging me. To death.

"Hey, little girl, I just noticed that something is strange in your appearance today. Like something had gone missing." He said skeptically, looking intently at my half-hidden face as he pulled himself closer to me. I just closed my eyes with my eyebrows furrowed into a worried crease. Without batting an eyelash, realization hit Black*Star as his eyebrows rose up and he gaped at me with a hand pointing his own eyes. "Your glasses."

/Freeze/

And here we are, chapter five ends here. I'm sorry for the grammar mistakes.

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June 14, 2012

—Coffee