Chapter 7- I Hate Everything About You

A/N- I would like to thank my "editors" Skye222AnimeGurl and Sarls who have helped me with past chapters. You guys pwn :D

Anyway, sorry this is late…My teachers are mean and are giving tons of homework…

Beware of Maka's foul tongue :O

By the way, everyone is in highschool (probably 10th grade or something), in case you were wondering.

ENJOY THE CHAPTER:

(POV- Soul)

We walked down the long, busy hall on our way to lunch, Maka in her own little dream world.

"Maka?" I asked, but she didn't seem to hear me. I was tempted to ask her what she was thinking about, that is, if she answered me. We were almost at the outdoor cafeteria, and I didn't want to make a fool of myself.

Sighing, I made up my mind, grabbed her hand, and pulled my partner toward me.

"Neh?" she looked up at me with such curious eyes, I had a sudden urge to just kiss her.

"What wrong?" she asked.

Come on, Soul. You can do this. Be cool, be cool.

"So you know the dance that's coming up?" I started, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Yup!"

"Well…." I trailed off, noticing now that I was still holding her hand, and that our faces were only a few inches apart.

Just ask her, dammit! You can do this. She's just a girl. A girl who I've known for years. A girl who happens to live with me. A girl I grew to lo-

I had opened my mouth to say something, but long arms snaked around my waist from behind.

(POV- Maka)

"Well…" Soul started. His face had a light tint of red.

I waited. What was he going to ask? Something about the dance. What if he's about to ask me out?! Oh…That would be SO awesome. But…Soul thought dances were 'uncool'. Why would he ask me then? I sighed inwardly, He's probably going to just tell me to be careful about other guys, blah, blah, blah…

Soul opened his mouth to continue, but it was soon closed when two arms wrapped around his waist. I clenched my teeth, hopefully hiding my anger.

The owner of the arms moved her body in front of Soul, pushing me out of the way. Ah, why didn't I see that coming? Alana, the school whore, was going to ask him out.

Alana practically had every guy in school wrapped around her finger. She always wore low-cut shirts, barely leaving any imagination to the male population, and short, tight skirts. On top of that, she had died her hair blonde, and wore tons of cheap jewelry and make up. Basically, she was disgusting.

"Hey, Soul," the whore purred, stretching out each word in an irritating manner.

Like the cool guy Soul was, he said, "Uh?"

"So, I was thinking…"

It thinks?!

"If you're not going with anyone to the dance," She went on, one hand on his neck, the other on his belt.

Why am I still even here?

"We could go together," she pulled herself closer to Soul, squishing her curvy body against Soul's muscular one.

Both of our faces went red. Mine with anger, his with...embarrassment?

"I…" Soul was cut off by Alana quickly filling the space between them.

Then, it happened. The whore pressed her disgusting, blood red lips onto his, sliding her tongue into his mouth in the process.

I couldn't take it. I just couldn't take it.

"YOU FUCKING SLUT!" I roared, blindly throwing a book in their direction.

I ran off, my face hot, into the girl's bathroom.

Why does this have to happen to ME? I sank onto the floor, angry tears rolling off my face. Why? WHY?

He was probably pissed at me now for throwing a four inch book at him and his future date. Honestly, I don't give a shit anymore. I don't care what he thinks about me anymore. I don't need to live with him. Alana's a miser. Soul could live with her instead. She could probably fulfill all his perverted desires. I don't need him, and he doesn't need me. I strictly told myself, Love. Is. Pointless

Part of me wanted to go back; apologize to him. Part of me wanted him to suffer.

What was so great about him, anyway? Soul's lazy and sarcastic. He doesn't even bother to learn at school, and always picks on me. 'Tiny-tits' he says. I bet he wouldn't like it if I told him he had a small……..

"Screw this," I thought out loud.

Then, I brought out the only thing that keeps me happy, no matter what: my iPod.

I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace…

I raised an eyebrow, was this thing reading my mind or something?

Whatever…I pressed play and listened to the song.

Only when I stop to think about it…

I hate everything about you!

Why do I love you?!

I hate everything about you!

Why do I love you?!

"Maka-chan?" my best friend pulled me out of my music-trance.

"Oh," I wiped of any remaining tears quickly, "Hi Tsubaki!"

"What happened?" she sat beside me.

"Nothing," I lied.

She gave me a yeah-right-stop-lying face. Tsubaki knew me better than anyone. Maybe even better than…him.

"It's nothing, I swear,"

"If it's nothing, why are you in the bathroom crying?"

I bit my lip, "Because…Sometimes it's good to cry. I heard it was healthy. I hid in here so no one could see me," I pulled on a huge grin.

"Yes Maka-chan, because someone would just randomly run into the bathroom to cry after randomly calling a girl a skank, after that girl randomly kissed the guy you just happen to have a major crush on."

Since when did she talk so much? I scowled, "If you saw the whole thing, why bother asking?"

She shrugged and pulled me into a hug, "Soul's not the only one out there, you know."

I nodded and let the weapon comfort me from the remainder of lunch.

A/N- I AM SO SORRY IF YOUR NAME IS ALANA! I didn't know what to call her so I just picked a random name. Sorry if this chapter offended you...

Was Tsubaki OOC?

Also, if you like the anime Air Gear, I suggest reading Skye222AnimeGurl's story XP

Anyway, R&R ^-^