Soul stumbled down the hall in the opposite direction that Maka had run. What the actual hell had that been about? She was mad, but then she seemed really embarrassed.. And then she was.. He wasn't sure about that last one; his perceptiveness only went down to a certain level. Especially when he wasn't sure what emotion he perceived.

Soul knew one thing for sure. That girl, whoever she was, was causing Maka to get pissed at him (or at least that was the conclusion he drew from the whole ordeal) and he couldn't have that. Therefore, his solution to the problem was to get rid of her. They were breaking up this second. Heck, as soon as he saw Maka hightailing it down the hall, his mind considered him single.

He ran down hallway after hallway, turning random corners that formed into a completely dead end path through the school. Once in a while he'd poke his head into the nearest room, mostly finding nothing. Where were the frickin' faculty when they were needed? Soul started to fully accept the notion that he could literally be running through these corridors for the rest of his life. He wasn't exactly sure how big DWMA was. Maka had never lectured it to him, and he probably didn't pay attention in whatever class would have given him an answer to this question. Lucky for him only a seemingly short amount of time passed before he found the girl in question.

"Hey," he tried to sound cool, despite his raging heartbeat (which was caused by him running down the halls and totally not because of his excitement of patching things up with Maka).

"Oh hey," Her mood seemed to brighten the longer she held him in her gaze. It was slightly creepy.

"Listen, we have to talk," Even though he was slightly impatient, he wouldn't let her down harshly. It wouldn't be the cool thing to do.

Her expression dropped slightly, and he figured she knew what was coming. He really hated to do this, especially because he'd started this relationship in the first place, but his desire to at least regain friendship with Maka far outweighed his guilt.

"This..Isn't going to work..." Soul sighed, scratching the back of his head.

"It's because of her isn't it?" the girl murmured. "The one with the pigtails".

He couldn't help but smile at the thought of his meister. "Yeah. Her name's Maka."

She snickered bitterly, prompting him to look at her again. She gripped her books tighter, staring at the ground.

"I knew I couldn't beat her. I don't even know why I tried," she whispered almost to herself.

Soul straightened up a bit. There was no reason for her to be disappointed with herself, this was technically his fault.

"Don't get down on yourself," he half growled. "It's not your fault, it's me. And I'm not just saying that to make you feel better."

She sighed, obviously not convinced.

"Look...The only reason I started this was because my magical cat wouldn't stop shoving her unrealistically sized bosom in my face, I didn't appreciate being suffocated, and Maka was getting super pissed. You did nothing wrong! I just figured that was the wrong reason to start a relationship...Y'know?"

She looked up at him slowly and nodded. Good. They had an understanding. Now to sort things out with his favorite pig-tailed bookworm.

"See ya around," he smirked, padding away. "You'll find some guy, prolly not as cool as me, that'll like ya a lot. You'll see."

"What am I doing?"

Maka slid down the wall of an empty classroom until her butt hit the floor. Her heart was still pounding from earlier. Her mind recounted the details. Soul yanking her out of the classroom…Pinning her against the wall... His face inches from hers... his breath painfully close to her neck... UGH what the actual hell?

Since when did she think about guys that way? When did she think about Soul in that way? Sure she found him attractive, a lot of girls did. It just hadn't been that important to her.. Maka knew him better than the bad boy scythe with the mop of white hair. She saw his cool side; she saw his uncool side (the side of him that acted like a human being with feelings). She fought beside him, and lived beside him for as long as she could remember. She couldn't stop the twinge of pride in her chest when she remembered him playing the piano.

Maka was still pissed at him though. How could he date that girl? She knew her anger was unfair. She wasn't his girlfriend neither he her boyfriend. She couldn't help but feel like he was hers-and in a way he was. He was her weapon. Maka blushed when she realized how possessive she was being. He had a right to date whoever he wanted! It was none of her business or concern!

What to do next? With the issue somewhat resolved, she had no idea what to do. She could go look for Soul, but he probably wouldn't even talk to her. Under no circumstances would she go back and eat lunch with her friends, not unless she wanted to get interrogated and gossiped over. Her Papa would be no help at all, and would possibly make it worse considering he hated Soul. To top it off, she wouldn't be able to go back to the apartment because school wasn't over yet. Perhaps staring at the ceiling would keep her occupied until lunch was over.