Chapter 8- They Crash Around Me

A/N-

Sorry for the late chapter. Can't use the computer that often and my English teacher is a meanie

This is based off of the song:

Tears Don't Fall by Bullet for My Valentine

Thank you everyone who has encouraged me to keep writing what was supposed to be a one-shot. Strangely, I haven't put a disclaimer here so….

DISCLAIMER! I DON'T OWN SOUL EATER…otherwise the series would have been longer…somehow…O_o

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(POV- Soul)

I stalked into the house, slamming the door shut behind me. Today was officially the worst day ever. I got kissed by a whore, my best friend was acting weird, and Maka was pissed at me. And to add to it, I have a feeling I failed Nygus' test.

My life sucks.

Sinking into the sofa, I remembered Maka's face when Alana came…

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.

I felt long arms snake around my waist from the behind. Her, I had concluded, hands were covered in cheap, shiny rings, multiple bracelets, and her nails were manicured and hot pink. It was Alana. Not. Cool.

Then, like a stalker-pedophile-rapist, she started breathing down my neck. Maka's once curious eyes, narrowed. She knew what this meant too.

"Hey Soul!" Alana purred, she slide around my side to face me, pushing Maka out of the way. Maybe she was Blair's cousin, or younger sister, or something.

I gulped, daring to look down to see what she was wearing today.

Holy. Shinigami.

Like always, she was wearing a tight top and a mini skirt. Today, she wore a hot pink shirt, matching her long nails, which had a low-cut 'V' neck showing off her giant tits. The shirt ended right above her belly-button. As for the skirt: it was denim, and even shorter than Maka's skirt. Which brought me to another topic: how amazing my partner looked in a skirt. It showed off her long, slender legs. I felt my face become hot.

Maka's face was red too. And I realized why.

Alana had pressed her body against mine, and was currently nibbling on my collar bone. I suppressed a shiver.

If I wasn't so in love with Maka, I would have enjoyed this.

Alana was looking up at me with seductive blue eyes. Wait…I swear her eyes were brown in middle school. Her hair too. Hm…

She said something then the two worst possible situations in the world occurred at the same time.

She forced her lipstick covered mouth on mine, her tongue literally going down my throat. My eyes widened. Was she MAD? The whole school could see us. And Maka-

My heart sank as tears graced her beautiful face. Her chin was trembling. Her eyes full of pain.

"YOU FUCKING SLUT!" she hurled a huge book at us. And…we, well Alana, deserved it. I was simply a victim.

Maka stormed off, bitter tears streaming down. I'm such an idiot.

"Alana," I warned, trying to control my anger after having to spit the hoe out of my poor mouth. I'm probably going to get some disease now.

She put her hand on her hip, shifting her weight on that leg, "What is wrong with you Soul?" Alana sounded like such a valley girl.

"Looks who's talking."

"What? Are you mad 'cause that flat-chested bitch ran away?" She looked at her nails.

I could actually feel my blood boil. Flat. Chested. Bitch? No one called Maka that. No one.

Alana probably saw rage flash through my eyes, and smirked, "What is it Soru?" she stretched out my name, saying it in Japanese like Maka did sometimes. But, Alana saying just pissed me off more.

"Your not in love with your miser, now are you?"

Shit.

"No, I just..." Just what Soul, just what? Everyone, even this whore, could see I liked Maka.

"See you later Soul," she walked off smugly, her hips swaying.

I had to find Maka.

"Look who decided to come home," a hollow voice broke my thoughts.

Maka stood in front of me, her eyes red. She had one earphone in her ear, blasting music. I managed to recognize the tune of one of Maka's favorite bands: Three Days Grace. She looked down at me, no expression on her face.

"Maka, I-"

"Where's your hoe?" she asked, in that same, hollow voice.

I sighed, "Can we talk about this?"

"Expressing you feelings through words is 'uncool', Soul."

"Just hear me out, Maka!"

"Why? Why do I need to hear how good you felt when she started making out with you?"

I scowled, "What makes you think I enjoyed that?"

She turned around, "I'm…You're just like that."

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(POV- Maka)

I turned around, my eyes burning with tears, "I'm…You're just like that." Don't apologize, Maka. You can't apologize.

"Like…what?" he asked.

Like an insensitive play-boy! I wanted to scream at him. Thankfully, the phone rang.

Soul sighed, then leaned back on the sofa.

"Hello?" I picked up the phone.

"Hi, Maka. It is I, the Great Black Star!"

"Oh," He always comes at the worst times, "I'll tell Soul you're on the phone…"

"No, no wait. I actually wanted to talk to you." He said quickly.

"Me? Okay. Yeah?"

"Wanna go to the dance with me?"

He said it so bluntly, I was shocked for a moment.

"I mean, if you're not going with anyone else, that is," He added.

I glanced over at Soul. There was no way I was going with him now. He'd never agree.

"Sure, that would be fun,"

"Yosh! See you at school, Maka!"

I grinned in what seemed to be years, "See you at school."

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A/N- If you havn't heard the song Tears Don't Fall the part I am referring to is:

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me

Her conscious calls the guilty to come home

Yep...

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