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: 2,895
Chapter 7 : Of Paper Folds and Wanted Dates
Friendship is a first step toward lovers.
So we stay like that, holding hands until Sid came. I didn't say that I liked it, nor admit that I hated it. I just think that...I needed it. Needed him for awhile.
"Kid," I muttered softly, trying to gain his attention by pulling my hand off from his but to which was undeniably fruitless—failed attempts—as my recent action only made his hold tighten even more. He blinked once before tilting his head to my direction with a small, gentle smile graced his lips.
"Yes?" There was a twinge of disparagement in his humble voice.
I casually rolled my eyes and mouthed, "My hand."
His eyes grew wide and his eyebrows rose up as he quickly darted his eyes on the spot where his hand was.
He has no clue.
oOo
He withdrew his hand all of a sudden and had given me one of his wavered smile; his left brow twitching uncontrollably.
"Apologize my—" Before he could even break the silence that devoured the whole class I cut him short. I didn't buy the time to interact with him as I shot him a short, sour glare before snubbing.
He deserved that.
"Okay, class, open your books to page 25."
I mounted a serious look on my face before I flipped the book open, turned from page to page and later stopped at the said page.
Fingers tapped subtly against the desk, softly drumming up and down the wooden desk. My eyebrows twitched at the cause of the noise coming from behind me. Soul.
Dang. I hear nothing.
Ignore.
"Will you come with me this Saturday?" My dear seatmate said, quite obliging. I took a quick glimpse on him with bland eyes and found him reading his book...smilingly. "I'm sure it would be fun. A lot of fun if you come along, I presume."
"No." was my straightforward response."I won't be coming either one of you, Soul or with Black*Star at any cause. The three of you are nothing but walking disasters—" My statement was interrupted by Sid who had just given Soul a warning with a loud, conceited reaction from his best friend who was then rewarded by a gift after class. Detention.
"See? That's what I mean. One of the reasons why I shouldn't come." I ranted; my voice was soft and was in a whispering tone. I turned the page to the next; my eyes were inexpressive as I let it scan the page thoroughly. I could feel his gaze on me as he said, "I am an exception out of them, right? So why don't we go on a friendly date. Just you and me."
He's totally nuts.
He's insane.
"You and I would never work, Kid." I retiringly stated, heaving out a sigh before I resumed. " We're different and how the hell did you even disembarked with such option like that? A friendly date." I rolled my eyes and began to write notes on my note pad.
He nudged me on my arm which was then rewarded by a sharp hiss from me. I was about to snap back when I saw something quite interesting which he had just pushed my way. A paper.
I cocked an eyebrow of stupefaction as I casted a glance at him. I picked it up and poked him on the arm before mouthing "For what?" to him. He stifled a laugh, pointing a hand on the note.
"Better if you read that." He said, slight amused.
I was about to give a reply out from my unimpressed side when Sid's words came in first.
"First warning for the both of you." Sid looked over his shoulder and spared a glance at our direction. "—Maka and Kid, if you'll talk about your upcoming date, maybe you can resume that after my class."
I heard Kid mumble something incomprehensible under his breath, but I didn't pay much attention to him rather than to myself. I ducked my head, my face burning crimson red as I felt mortified with the laughs I had gained from the class. I couldn't do more than flush in embarrassment.
Sid tapped his white chalk on the board before going back to where he left his notes hanging. "Anyways, everyone, let's get back to work and be serious."
I got humiliated because of him. Ugh.
Annoyed, I didn't waste time to read his note as I wrote something underneath his note before sliding it to his side. To hell what you have done, I hate you!
I heard his pen produce a sharp tone out from his scribbles. He prodded me on my right arm before sliding the note to my side. I don't get what you mean, green eyes. Why don't you read first what is written at the top?
You wish.
I am not in the mood to play games with you so STOP. Also, will you stop calling me green eyes? To tell you honestly, you make awful pennames out of everybody's name. Hell that acronym you have given me sounds really annoying. Anyhow, save your businesses with me after class. I'm trying to concentrate here. was my frank response before giving him the note. He blinked once and accepted the note before shrugging his shoulders.
He folded the paper fivefold before he clipped both of its ends with his fingers.
No.
Before he could even tore the paper into shreds, I snatched it from his hands. He looked at me sideward; his eyebrows rose up in utter bafflement.
"Why?" He asked quizzically, raising an intrusive eyebrow. I dropped my head to the ground, trying to hide the small hint of discomfiture on my face.
"Y-You don't have to know, stupid." I replied, stuttering in jumpiness. When I spoke, my voice seemed to cower behind my throat and I could hardly feel my heart jumping on my throat. Damn. Mind you people, I felt horrible!
"Well, I think I have the rights to know, green eyes. I'm a human." Kid reasoned out, a twinge of depression swelled on his voice. I grunted inwardly before lifting my head to the ground to face him.
"My intentions are already clear and understandable, Kid. Elaborated explanations are a trash." I stated, trying to be cool—even if I'm not. I huffed, had blown air out of my lungs before I darted my eyes in front to listen what Sid was saying. Fools.
"P.E would be on Monday next week so be sure that each one of you are present, got it? Attendance is a must." He reminded, putting the chalk down the table. He snapped the book close and placed it aside neatly at his desk. Sid lifted his head up and creased it a bit to his side. "Any questions? Violent reactions?" He beckoned a hand in front. "Come on, don't be shy everyone. All of your reactions and opinions are right and just."
So with that given cue, I did not waste time to raise my right hand up.
Sid bobbed his head, trying to smile his best with those big white teeth of his' slanted outwardly. "Let's hear it out, Maka."
I nodded resolutely and gulped. I clenched my hands into fists and opened my mouth. "What if there is someone—" I emphasized the last word before I paused and took a quick glance at Kid secretively, "—couldn't perform any of the activities physically, Mr. Sid? Does that mean that he's exempted or something like he'll receive special treatment?"
Sid raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms across his chest. "Even I, myself, cannot understand you, Maka. Go directly to the point." He demanded, pointing his big stubby thumb at my direction.
"Upon observing his behaviors in class, he had this serious habit of getting worn-out by physical means. Not that I am being too observant by that person, I am just concerned." I explained clearly; my voice was soft and gentle but goes high at some points for highlighting. After finishing my statement I heard Soul fake a cough.
"And she says," He drawled, rolling his disinterested eyes.
"Reactions." was my very short come back before Sid inserted in our conversation.
"Anyhow, can you tell us who you're referring to?" He asked curiously. I opened my mouth, breathe in air as I was about to launch my answer when Kid raised his hand.
Sid didn't buy a second to bob his head. "Okay," He placed his hands on his waist. "—transfer student, let's hear it out."
Kid stood up calmly, his eyes fixed to stare at the person standing in front. "I am not opposing to what green eyes said, but the real point here is that whoever that person she is referring to, right now, wouldn't be pleased if he she would ever dare to ruin the privacy of his life." He flitted a glance at me before he continued. "His name shouldn't be mentioned. He has the privileges to make it as a secret of his own, and I am pretty sure that he has his own reasons. Moreover to that, don't you think this conversation is rather informal and just too exposed openly to the public, Mr. Sid? Couldn't we just let the principal decide for himself about this problem?"
Darn. A genius brat.
Mind you people, even if they say that I am a genius, even I, couldn't make such formal and clear-cut remarks like what he had just sustained. It was way too long.
"Well, looking at the right angle," Sid put a thumb on his chin and started massaging it gently. "—you got the point, uh—"
"Kid." Kid introduced himself plainly, a small smile on his face.
"—uh, Kid."
I am not mad that Sid's siding him, it was true, actually. I took my seat and stayed quite.
"Are you taking medics when you reach college?" that was a question—a stupid question, when you ask me—from Soul.
"Why'd you say so?" I asked, somewhat curious.
"Naah. Just asking." He said dismissively, waving a hand at my back before he leaned back to his chair. He placed his feet on his desk before he clicked his tongue.
I stayed silent as I watched Kid taking his seat. He pulled one of his notebooks out of his bag and opened it. Without any emotion etched on his face, he ripped the last page of his notebook and wrote something I never had a clue what it was.
The bell rung, Sid announced that we're already dismissed and that was the time everybody went wild. Some of my classmates went to their friends and went out of the room, chatting; a big beam on their faces. Not too long ago, I saw Kid standing at the doorway. I waved a hand to him before running on his way. I was about to say something when he walked passed by me. I turned on the heels of my feet abruptly, only to find Soul and Black*Star.
"Hey," Soul greeted, a lopsided grin on his face as he and Kid back fist bumped.
"Yo!" Black*Star tapped him on the shoulder.
Kid smiled at him before he shrugged his shoulder. "Gonna meet with you guys, tomorrow."
I was wrong.
He was not waiting…for me but them.
Now that he found new friends—better ones—I am nothing to him. Just like a stranger.
I dropped my head to the ground, my green eyes almost tear-filled when I think of it.
He never treasured me.
oOo
Next Day…
My morning ritual was just like any others: wake up, take a shower and get dressed.
Saturday.
Why am I even waking up this early? Seriously, eight in the morning? God. Am I really obliged to? Tsk.
No.
I did it myself not because I am forced but because I wanted it, or not? Don't ask me if you're confused because I am also confused about myself right now.
I checked the time; it was almost quarter to nine. But before taking my leave, I took on last look of myself in the mirror, checking if I looked okay—not perfect.
I smiled, getting the spare key out from sitting idly on the table before I exiled out of my apartment unit and locked the door.
After a minute walk, I found myself staring at them.
Blue.
White.
Black.
I'm at the Basketball court.
"Maka?" Soul questioned unbelievingly, raising an eyebrow. "Are you for real?" With that, I narrowed my eyes into a glare at his direction.
"Tch." I rolled my eyes in annoyance before I heard Black*Star screaming "I knew that you'll come. Haha!" as he pointed a hand at me, quite in an accusing way.
I pouted, huffed as I averted my gaze somewhere and found something…
…rather someone.
In awhile, I found myself staring at those golden eyes.
"You just can't resist to be ignored, do you?" He stated, his mouth curled at one end that might be a smirk or a small…smile? Yeah. Whatever.
My eyes widened in shock and I could feel my cheeks heating.
My heart skipped a beat as I my fingers twitched weakly.
I promptly placed my left hand on my chest and squeezed it. I could feel my heart pounding like a racing horse and somewhat, I sense my own self that I can hardly breathe. Seeing that stupid transferee, I feel really tensed and nervous. Ugh. Seriously, am I crazy?
I shouldn't be affected by him so easily. He might just used charms or even magic! I shook my head from side to side, trying to shove off his image out of my mind. Somehow, that motion did helped a lot.
I gulped, positioned my left hand back from hanging low on my side. "W-What do you mean, K-Kid?" I stammered, shooting those words nervously. I tried to calm down; gave him a sharp glare before I gulped. "T-Those words..." I paused, batted my lashes as I felt my own lips move to arch downwards. "What are you implying?"
I've seriously losing my mind because of this guy!
"That you cared for me in some ways," was what he said before giving me his typical smile.
Me? Concerned? God. How sweet of me. Not.
"It has nothing to do with 'I care for you, Kid, because I love you' or something like that, stupid! I was just forced, yah know!" I screamed, quite irritated as I continue to stare down at his goddamn figure.
"Was that an indirect confession?" was what I heard from Soul.
Wait.
Just wait.
It has nothing to do with 'I care for you, Kid, because I love you' or something like that, stupid!
No.
Sh*t!
Quickly, I brought my hands up and covered my mouth.
"I never knew that a hot-headed, bookish worm such as you feels like that—" Black*Star said, quite surprised. I blinked my eyes once that showed worry and curiousity all at the same time. "—in love with a transferee like him."
"Romantic feelings only exist for girls," Soul scoffed, turning his back at me before saying, "—haven't you remembered that she once called herself a boy?" and they laughed.
What the hell?
"Oh really? Mind if you recall when it did actually happened?" I asked disbelievingly as I hissed, my teeth gritting in annoyance. Hell I was humiliated!
Soul halted on his tracks, spared a quick side glance at my direction before he came in to talk. "It doesn't matter, tiny tits. Just forget that already." With his hand gesturing like 'Quit that' already or so, whatever it is, I wanna kill him right now.
I shut my eyes close, gritted my teeth in anger. I was at the verge of unleashing my come back remarks when someone urged me to stop.
When did I react like concern to Kid?
"I am just concerned."
Wait.
"Upon observing his behaviors in class, he had this serious habit of getting worn-out by physical means. Not that I am being too observant by that person, I am just concerned."
Great. There it is.
I am soooooo smart.
"You'll be fine," Kid said, his calm voice soothing me. "I can pretend that I didn't hear anything, if that's what you want." He added, his tone still on its comforting pitch.
Why can he be so random? One minute he could be rough then the next minute, he's sweet. Just what is with him?
Slowly, my hands lost its strength as I opened my eyes that showed nothing but depression. I bit my lower lip and muttered the words, "I am...a girl."
Those words were intended to be just mine but I spilled it off.
He should know, or perhaps, everyone should know.
"I wouldn't fall for someone like you if you were a boy, Maka."
/Freeze/
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October 19, 2012
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