THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEWS! Alright, I got some crazy ideas but I can't say I'll make it a long story. But thanks for so much encouragement. I'm sorry I took forever! I just couldn't come up with a good idea! *Grabs at hair and shakes head* I couldn't decide! *Sighs and rubs head* But that's fixed now. So here is my official second chapter for Chances. Hope you like it!

Maka stared up at the boy standing before her with wide eyes. Shark teeth. White hair. Ruby eyes. But it's not possible, right? It couldn't be him. It been years since she saw him. There was just no way. Impossible!

"I never got to tell you my name."

"Y-You're that boy," she heard herself stutter. A blush lightly colored her cheeks. That wasn't what she meant to say.

The boy chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "If you mean the antisocial, weird kid with family issues, yeah. I think that would be me." He sat down across from her at the table. "My name's Soul. Soul Eater Evans. Nice to meet ya' again, Maka."

Maka slowly smiled back. "I didn't think I'd see you again. I can't believe you remembered my name."

He shrugged with a smirk. "I guess you left an impression." Soul leaned on his elbows. "So what brings you to Death City?"

"My papa." The girl rolled her eyes at the thought of the whiny, red-hair man she called a father. He could be so annoying. Soul raised an eyebrow in return at her irritated look. "He lives here and he kept begging for me to come visit. I wanted to go to school so I decided to come live with him."

Soul nodded. "Okay then. Well welcome to torture, Maka. I hope you enjoy crappy teachers, shitloads of homework, and stupid assholes."

She chuckled, "Thanks for the encouragement, Soul."

"It's what I'm here for," he sarcastically told her. "Make any friends yet besides that book?"

Maka rolled her eyes. "Clever. I don't know anybody else yet actually. It's my first day, remember?"

"That's true. I'll introduce you to some people later." He rubbed his head with a yawn. "You hungry? I think we have about ten minutes. Unless you plan on reading the whole time."

She sighed and placed her book in her bag. She could take a hint. "I had a sandwich earlier. Thanks for asking though."

"A sandwich, Maka? Seriously? That's a weak lunch." He stood up and ruffled his already messy white-hair. "Stay put. I'm grabbing us a real meal."

Us? Maka watched him stalk off in his lazy, cool way. That was quick. Didn't they just meet again after eight years? When she didn't even know his name until today? And now he's getting them both lunch? She jumped when he sat down again with a tray. Two bags of chips, two cans of Coke, and five hotdogs were on the platter with a bunch of packets.

Soul pushed a Coke her way. "Take whatever. I don't care."

She blinked and grabbed a bag of chips. "Uh... Thanks, Soul, but you can have the rest."

He shrugged and practically shoved a hotdog in his mouth. "Wa-evu yew sway, Makeh."

Maka giggled and passed him a napkin. "You shouldn't talk with your mouth full."

A light blush fell on Soul's cheeks as he sheepishly swallow. He chuckled and took the napkin. "Eh, sorry."

She opened her chips with a smile. "It's fine. What have you been up to though? I haven't even asked about you."

"Me?" Soul bit into another hotdog. "I haven't been doing much. Moved here before the start of high school. Got an apartment. Nothing much."

She open the chips and ate one . "With someone?"

"Nah," he wiped his mouth, "I'm by myself."

"You live alone here?" Maka stared at him with confusion. "What about your family?"

Soul snorted, "What about them? They're rich bastards that only care for themselves."

"What do you me-"

He interrupted her with a glare. "Drop it, Maka." He stuffed his last hotdog in his mouth.

Maka was slightly stunned that he glared at her. It must have been a sensitive topic. A few minutes of silence fell between them. Soul ate the rest of his chips then sighed. "Look. That was uncool of me. I didn't try to sound rude."

"It's okay. I shouldn't have asked," she agreed with a soft smile.

The bell finally rang. Soul stood up with a backpack hanging off one shoulder and a trash-covered tray in his hands. "I'll make it up to you, alright? I'll throw this shit away then I'll take you to your class. Sound good?"

Maka nodded and grabbed her bag. "Yeah, that really nice, Soul."

He flashed her a sharp grin. School didn't seem that bad anymore. To either of them actually. This would be a very interesting year for the two of them.

Is it really bad? I tried! I didn't want to disappoint you and I kept seeing all the lovely reviews so I devoted my whole day to coming up with something! Tell me what you think! Your reviews are very special to me! I'll try to write more soon! I'm slowly creating a story... ^u^