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: 1,666

Chapter 8 : When They Play Dirty

Wherever you go, your destiny will always find you.—Purple Bubble Patch Coffee

"I wouldn't fall for someone like you if you were a boy, Maka."

What was that all about?

Quickly, I found myself staring at those gold pools again. They were majestic—very attractive this time.

I wanted to say something but the words screaming in my mind just won't get out of me as they were left hanging in the air—I was tongue-tied. I opened my mouth, was about to say what I feel when Soul interrupted as which made me lost my focus.

"Let's not waste time, Kid! Hurry up!" He shouted from a distance as he beckoned a hand to summon Kid; his voice sounded a little edgy and was spotted with a hint of impatience.

I blinked my eyes once, recovering from the state of consciousness as Kid lightly knocked me by my shoulder; a half-smile present on his face before he twisted on his heels and went to his pals.

I didn't buy a time to incarcerate myself in dreamland. It was way too late to daydream—knowing that I would feel inattentive to my own reverie due to my loud and hot surrounding. I cupped my cheeks and felt the warmness take over them. At least, I didn't have myself collapsing on the floor with a severe nosebleed. Hah. That would be too hilarious to think.

But still, I am blushing.

I scrunched my eyes close and had commanded myself to forget everything, just clear my mind and be calm.

Of course I would feel warmth at almost everything. My body produces heat. Blushing is normal for humans. Take it easy, Maka.

My breathing steadied for awhile, feeling the hot breeze of warm air caress my cheeks, my tensed muscles became relaxed and my senses went back to functioning quite perfectly.

Once I got my control back, I started with a straight composure and had the intuition that I certainly have myself drowning on them—my attention was with the guys.

"It wouldn't be a fair fight if we don't take this game seriously so," Black*Star grabbed a hold of the hem of his shirt and pulled it fluidly off his body. "—it would be better this way."

Holy chest and rippled muscles.

"I know, dude." was all Soul said, fanning himself. He cocked his head to the side—my direction—a grin on his face. He snorted before snickering. "Won't you play with us, tiny tits?"

Ugh. I know what he meant by that.

I have gone insane the minute ago! He should have known that.

"Dirty player." I hissed, narrowing my eyes into a glare at him. Curse him.

Soul shrugged his shoulders before pulling off his top. I couldn't get more than staring at it—them—their muscles were too distractive.

What I'm doing right now is unforgiving.

"You might just drool over there, tiny tits" Soul scoffed, wide bantering smirk still on his lips. "Be careful—"

"Careful? Tsk. Careful because you might just laugh at me?" I rolled my eyes, pausing for a moment as I casually took my seat on the near bench. "—oh please." I hissed sharply before averting my head somewhere else with a huff. "Suit yourself."

"Typical, Maka." I heard it from Black*Star who got his hands on his hips. He started flexing his muscles and working his jaw like he was going to start a fight—probably, he really was. He's taking every single thing in the world challenging. I smirked at him before giving him two thumbs up.

Truth is, I'd rather choose him than that big-headed Soul. He's all proud and mighty. Too tall that he even have his tail up with his huge pride.

Guys. Ah, really! They're getting into my nerves. Sheesh.

"So?" Kid dragged the word, spinning the ball on his finger. He—soon—clipped the ball unnervingly between his right arm and his body. He raised an eyebrow before he asked, quite half-excited and half-boastful. "How about we start the game now?"

Soul snorted, pointing a hand to Kid's shirt. "With those?" He clicked his tongue, his eyebrows twitched once. "Nevermind. You'll lose if you have those."

What does he mean by that?

Black*Star stuck his nose up in the air and sniffed. "Playing basketball, shirtless—and what I mean 'without shirt' would definitely result in for a better score and play." He emphasized at some point.

Okay. He want him shirtless—Black*Star wants Kid shirtless.

God knows how a girl feels just seeing some handsome guys naked in front of her.

Hell mixed with Heaven.

The mellowness I feel inside my stomach lurches. Mind you people, it sucks.

Back to the story we left, in a split second, I saw Kid's lips pursed in to a line; his hands clenched into fists.

He just had to say no. He knows where he stand. He might—

As if on cue, I saw a smirk playing on his lips as he pulled his shirt off, exposed his body to the public and tossed his shirt beside me. Well, just what the hell—

Like some kind of virus inflicted to my system, my mind went automatically blank when I saw those muscles of him rippled at almost everywhere! For a guy like him—as weak as him—I never thought he managed to take such good care in building his body. Well, him, being a guy is indeed an exception. Every guy dreams of that, I guess...

I blinked my eyes twice and thank god that I didn't have my jaw chiselled after a minute of staring—thirty-eight seconds of staring actually.

Just as when the game started, I found myself enjoying the view—seeing the three of them shirtless—

Oh my God.

—and without a second thought, my eyes swept to gaze at their glistening wet skin covered with a sheen of perspiration.

Even if I do hate boys—especially them—I do appreciate their efforts a little in some way but what they had been showcasing presently...

Darn.

It was just too much—they were just too much.

My heart skipped a bit and I could even feel my cheeks gone warmer as I became stiff on my spot when I saw Kid look on my way and winked before giving in an awesome slam dunk. God.

He's...hot.

But definitely random.

And not my type...or was he?

I mentally shook my head, trying to clear my mind as I placed a hand on my seemingly racing heart.

No one has ever done this to me. Except for him. Just him.

Do I like him? Sure as I am, NEVER.

Never in my life that I, Maka Albarn, had sworn to fall for a transferee.

Have I fallen in love with him? Naaah. I'm still too young to be at that phase.

Quickly, I stood up on my feet, my hands clenched on my sides with my head bowed down as I took steps out of the place.

"Hey," Soul's gruff voice rung through my ears, making me shrunk back in fear. I snapped my eyes close, forcing myself not to overdue my reactions. I gulped, opening my mouth afterwards to release the words I had plotted awhile ago.

"Need to go to the restroom..."

I heard nothing from them but stifled laughs.

To hell they belong. Guys. Ugh.

oOo

After washing my face with water, I heaved out a sigh. From under dripping wet bangs, I flicked my head to the side in order to dislodge the water that had instantly flowed into my ears and sputtered a cough. There's no other place I'd go right now.

I slapped my face with my wet right hand, bitting my lower lip as I casually turned around and made my way to the closed door. I paused, was about to open the door when a quick flash of memory ran through my head.

School.

After a minute walk, I found myself standing in front of the academy's huge gate. I was about to go in when somebody blocked my way.

"Your I.D." His voice was rough and kind of authorative when he spoke. I lifted my head up, was about to say something when I saw this smug look on his face.

"If you don't recognize me, sir, I'm an old student here and I suppose that the need of representing my I.D. is no longer needed." I explained flawlessly. I gave the guard a small smile which was then rewarded with a gruff.

"Sorry but you should stick in with the rules, Ms. Rules are rules." He swung his arms spread to his side, giving me an impression to just back off or else, I'd be in trouble. "No I.D., No entry."

Great.

"B-But—"

I contemplated for a second before I cut myself short. I clenched my hands to the side, biting my lower lip with my head down in frustration.

Fine.

School wouldn't be a good place to look for—

I turned around, opened my eyes just to see a pair of golden eyes staring down on me.

"K-Kid?" I said, quite disbelieving as I saw him panting. And of course, with his shirt on.

I'm definite that he's not the type of guy who runs around, screaming like an idiot while he's naked. He's someone who's different from the rest. He's formal, kind and has his own...sweetness—but full of stupidity too.

He gave me a constipated smile before pulling himself up.

My eyes fell on his proffered hand.

"Will you go on a date with me?"

Is he...pursuing me?

/Freeze/

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October 20, 2012