Never had Maka encountered difficulty when trying to pay attention in class. When it came to school she was dead serious. Even now, after Soul had become a death scythe, she still wished to be the best. She would outshine her Mama and her stupid Papa. She wished she could remind herself, or smack herself back into reality. The only thing her conscience would allow in her mind was how her weapon partner had stalked off when interrogated. She was in no place to scrutinize him, when she had stuttered and stumbled on her words like an idiot. She just couldn't find an answer to Liz's question. It distantly occurred to Maka that she didn't quite fully know what the range of that question was in her own emotions.
Well, Soul was obviously her best friend. There was no one who knew her better than him, and vice versa. He was her weapon, so they constantly put their lives on the line for each other, with no hint of hesitation. Her thoughts stopped at that point. She felt a twinge in her chest, a light airy feeling. The sensation was very foreign. She did tend to lean on him while they watched TV, but that was just because she was tired! And she did feel warm inside when they accidentally touched.. But that probably doesn't mean anything!
She pushed away those thoughts, eyes shut tightly. This ridiculousness would only serve as a distraction! She'd missed the whole lecture! Good thing she was forty assignments ahead, or she'd be in trouble. Plus she was supposed to be finding Soul a girlfriend to ward of Blair's seduction attempts. She gave up on trying to think altogether, and decided to hastily shove all her things into her backpack.
Little did the scythe meister know that her weapon was having a similar (if not the same) confliction. What was I thinking yesterday, stomping off like that?! That was completely uncool! It couldn't be helped. Black*Star's question had been so infuriating, that he had to go cool off before his anger engulfed him. Why did he care so much anyways? Of course he didn't want just anyone to date his meister, knowing what had happened with her mother. He just wanted to protect her, like a weapon should...Right?
He wasn't so sure of that fact as he stumbled out of the classroom. Luckily Soul's thoughts couldn't reel him in as he bumped into something right outside the classroom door. Vision worked its way into his eyes against his daydream, and the thing he bumped into was revealed to be a girl. She was shorter than Maka with two pigtails and a clip shaped like a skull. She wore a white blouse with a bow tied at the top, and a light skirt of respectable length. Her gaze bored into him like he was some sort of higher power, making him slightly uneasy and annoyed.
"Uhhh how may I help you?" he asked, trying to hide the irritation he was feeling.
"Would you...go out with me, Soul?" she murmured suddenly, fidgeting.
He groaned internally. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with something like this. She seemed like a nice girl, but she just wasn't his type. Granted his type was probably somewhere in the range of blond, athletic, green-eyed girls that loved to read. He pondered his options. He did want Blair to quit her antics, that had to stop completely. Maka had been worrying herself up and down trying to find a girlfriend for him, and he hated it when she overthought and was high-strung. The girl also seemed shy. Maybe it would help boost her self-confidence, even if it was only for a little while. Thus, the basis of a plan was formed.
Maka watched Soul from the other side of the room, her heart pounding. She knew that girl... She was the girl that had followed them, when they were trying to find out what was going on in the death room. She was in the envy chapter of the Book of Eibon. She had told Maka that she was no good for Soul, and had criticized her ability to wield him. Her confidence had greatly wavered because of her. It could have costed her and Soul's lives. Her hands melded into tight fists, and her entire conscience was hell bent on breaking up that conversation.
Nervousness slightly dampened her resolve. What if the girl was the same as she had been in the envy chapter? What if Soul liked talking to her? She had been trying to find him a girlfriend, who was she to deny him his pick? Maka still felt a twinge of something that felt a little stronger than irritation. Her breath hitched as the girl spoke.
"Would you.. Go out with me Soul?" she asked quietly.
Maka felt her heart drop. It was as if she had hit the ground harshly after a really high leap. She prayed to God that Soul wouldn't say yes. In the back of her mind, she expected him not to. This girl had come out of nowhere, and was randomly asking him to enter a relationship with her. Soul's body language screamed irritation, not his usual "cool" aura. She also knew that Soul wasn't one for overly shy girls like her. She automatically felt bad for the girl. Soul would probably let her down gently, but she seemed to be genuinely dedicated to winning his heart.
Her eyes burned into his back, and she was surprised that he hadn't whirled around with an expression of fear on his face. She was itching to know his reply, probably even more so than the girl. She swallowed hard as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Yeah... sure," he grunted.
Maka felt the basis of tears in her eyes. She couldn't believe him! She thought he was better than that! She held him to a higher standard than most men, and had thought that maybe she could start thinking a smidgen more highly of those of the male gender around her.
"Yay! I'm so glad!" she jumped up and down like she'd just gotten a car for her birthday, and Maka felt rage boil in her stomach.
She couldn't watch. She didn't even look long enough to see Soul's back disappear down the hall. Maka hunched under a table, hugging herself tightly. Why Soul?