One book in one year, written about your partner. Game on. Oh wait, they're writing about you too. [SoMa, TsuStar, KidLiz]

Rated M for Mature content

Genre: Romance, Suspense

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Soul

The only thing dumber than writing a stupid story was writing it about a stupid person. I assumed Maka was smart but she had a pretty dumbass personality. Who honestly asks questions like hers in class? I didn't know her name until now but since the first day of school I noticed she's been trying to become little miss teacher's pet and god did that piss me off.

I couldn't stand someone like her, proudly wearing the preppy uniform the way it should be worn. Bringing all of her books to class...hitting me with her goddamn books at that. But the worst thing about her appearance were those fucking pigtails that she wore in her hair. It can be cute sometimes on a girl but to wear it every freaking day... come on. This isn't elementary.

She didn't seemed pleased with me either. I didn't really understand considering I was such a cool guy, all the girls probably wanted to be hooked up with me. Not that I was going to give them any information on me anyway though. This whole idea was completely idiot. Writing a story about someone, you didn't even know, in fact. I don't give a shit what Marie says; I'm making Maka a really crappy character. However, that should easily reflect on her personality.

While I was so thinking so complicatedly about how crazy I was going to make her in my story, she was glaring at me. Her green eyes were narrowed and her hands were placed on her hips, as if contemplating whether to hit me with her book again. I hoped that was a no.

Ignoring her, I turned to see my best friend, Black Star, trying to fire up his partner. What a lucky guy getting a busty, hot girl like Tsubaki while I was stuck with not chest, bookworm. Guess we all can't have that kind of luck.

"Are you even listening to me?" Maka finally shouted loud enough for me to hear.

To be honest, I didn't even know that she was talking. That wasn't on purpose either. Maybe her annoying voice just went through my head like a spike so I subconsciously decided to tune out.

"Not necessarily." I remarked, my cool voice slightly above a whisper.

"Well listen here," She continued briskly. "I don't want to get a bad grade on this so please do your best not to be a ba-ka!"

I rolled my eyes, looking up at her, hoping my blood red eyes were intimidating. It actually seemed to be working a little, considering she flinched the moment I actually looked her in the eye.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She demanded. "You're supposed to be helping me! Not glaring at me!"

Maka slammed her textbook on my desk and started to explain parts of a character and the depth they needed but I knew she wasn't interested in this bullshit when it came to me. She was just going to do whatever it took to make me the bad guy. Great.

"Don't tell me you honestly care about this crap, do you?" I inquired, fingering the book.

Maka wrinkled her nose.

"I care about writing okay?" She remarked.

Book nerd.

"But I hate you." She managed to add quickly.

"Good." I responded. "Then we're at an understanding."

How long does she think she can stand here and ramble on until my patience is worn out because it was getting pretty close. For being a nerdy chick, she sure was talkative. I missed the cliche nerds who were anti-social. If she were stereotypical she might even do my story for me but she wasn't like that and truly I thought she was a bitch.

Ugh. I hated these type of girls.

"Class is dismissed!" Marie called and thank god she did.

Lazily I got up, avoiding eye contact with Maka. I tried not to say a word as I left the classroom but she grabbed my collar.

"Where are you going, Soul Eater?" She interrogated.

"Lunch." I growled, prying her fingers away.

She folded her arms.

"Then we can work together." Maka informed me.

Yeah, I don't think so.

"Um. No." I replied. "I prefer keeping my sanity in check." Thinking about those words pricked my neck. I wasn't the only one who had said them before...I was becoming like him.

Before Maka could retort, I immediately said, "Gotta go, see you later flat-lands!"

Maka

I don't believe it. He called me 'flat lands' referring to my chest. Oh he was going to see hell next time we attempted to work together. I didn't care what he wanted I was bound to get a good grade with him, no matter what the cost. Even if it meant having to sit next to him at lunch to get him to work with me.

Just then, someone stepped on my heel.

"G-Gomenasai!"

Tsubaki feebly stepped to the side of me and waved. She looked dazed and confused. I didn't have to wonder why. Obviously Black Star had tired her out while speaking with her for no more than just five minutes.

"It's fine," I remarked, smiling. "Are you okay?"

She nodded.

"I think so." She told me. "I don't think Black Star's that bad. He's not mean. Just full of himself."

I sighed. Better that than Soul.

"Well Soul is horrible." I informed her. "He is mean."

Tsubaki shrugged.

"I guess we can't change fate." She responded then paused. "Do you have anyone to sit with you at lunch?"

I thought about Soul. There was no way in hell I wanted to sit with him. I just thought it would've been an easy time to do our books. But of course now that I had Tsubaki's invitation, I wanted to go with her.

"Nope...you open?" I wondered.

She smiled warmly.

"Of course."

Sweet.

Liz

This is not going to work. Why am I stuck with this rich baby? Kid looked bad ass but once you saw how he acted he's just a snobby, money boy. He's making me sit by him at lunch. There aren't any other partners from our class doing this. It's embarrassing. I wished my sis was here to slap him silly to the moon because I was getting pissed off.

"No! Liz! If we are going to be doing project on each other our journals should be symmetrical." Kid argued for the millionth time. This was getting old. I really could not deal with this right now.

"Fine!" I gave in. They can be symmetrical! Happy?"

He seemed to be pleased but I really didn't get what was with him. Sometimes he seemed so calm and polite then he saw something not symmetrical and burst into flames about how disgusting it was. I really was beginning to wonder with his immaturity at times if he was a child instead of a 10th grader.

And after we finished our argument on the journals he started to complain that there was more cheese on the left side of my cheeseburger. So I angrily remarked that there were more tomatoes on the left side of his salad than his right and he lost it.

Tsubaki

"How can this be so?" Kid bellowed from the other side of the lunch room so loudly I flinched.

Maka glanced over her shoulder, twitching with annoyance.

"He really doesn't care about the volume of his voice does he?" She wondered.

I neglected to tell her that when she was yelling at Soul she was just as loud if not louder...

"I must erase these disgusting tomatoes from the earth!" Kid cried, Liz sitting next to him, shaking her head. I felt sorry for her. He must've forced her to sit by her to convey the importance of the assignment.

To be honest, I was nervous about working with Black Star. Compared to me, his personality seemed amazing. He could just shout out what he wanted, whenever, not caring about the consequences. He seemed to be so carefree.

"So..." Maka awkwardly started. It was weird because we hardly knew each other and we were sitting alone at the lunch table. "Anyone you know from last year?"

I bit my lip. We had indeed gone to different schools so there were certain people that each of us didn't know.

"Well...Chrona." I said.

"Who's that?" Maka questioned, sticking a piece of sushi in her mouth with her chopsticks.

I didn't really want to tell her because I was a bit frightened by the ... person. I thought Chrona was a girl but she could've easily been a guy too.

"A person with pink hair." I answered, trying to avoid using a pronoun.

"Oh that girl!" Maka exclaimed. "Yeah I've seen her before!"

I tried to smile, debating in my head whether or not I should tell her.

"Well we're not really sure if she's a girl or a guy." I told Maka.

I then explained all the incidents that happened in junior high that led me to believe she could've been either. Chrona was always talking about how she was uncomfortable with girls but her hair was pink and she was emotional like a girl but there were times when she'd be talking to herself as if there was a guy inside of her.

It was all very confusing.

Maka

I couldn't focus in my other classes now, knowing that Soul was in them. Why'd he have to be in all of my classes. Worse off was that in one of them he sat directly behind me. At least he avoided me altogether.

Chemistry was the worst. Soul wasn't my lab partner but he was Black Stars, which was ten times worse. Every damn experiment that day they managed to somehow spontaneously combust, getting hot liquid all over Ox Ford and me.

Not that I cared much for Ox anyway. He was extremely competitive and bossy, even more than me which was saying something. He was obviously trying to be better than me in academics. I'd known him actually for 3 years. He'd gone to my junior high and we didn't exactly get along.

"No Maka! 3 oz." Ox corrected me. Even though I knew 2 oz was better for the amount of water so the chances of our concoction blowing up was unlikely, I went along with him, not bothering to try harder than I already was.

Another weird part of chemistry was the fact that we had a psychotic teacher named Stein and I swear he had countless scars over his body that gave me the shivers. He claimed they were all from experiments but I started to wonder...

By the end of the day I was on suicide watch. I didn't want to seem like a stalker to Soul but I had to start the beginning of the story or I'd be procrastinating the entire school year. And that I could not do.

"Soul!" The white haired boy turned to me as he was leaving the school to go home.

"What do you want, flat lands?" I ignored his crude remark.

"I need to know more about you to write the first chapter!" I yelled at him. "I don't want to fail this assignment!"

Soul raised an eyebrow, as if challenging me, and I felt a prick of fear for his reply.

"Alright. Soul Eater does not like Maka Albarn and thinks that she has no sex appeal." Soul informed me. "How was that?"

I tried my best to smile.

"Why thank you." I answered. Oh he was going to get it.

After he left, I pulled out my sketchbook and sat on a bench by the entrance of Shibusen, not paying attention to the students who were passing by. From my book bag I pulled out a pencil and began to write a draft of the first page.

The Story of Soul Eater

Hidden in his own self shame, there was a boy named Soul Eater. He was a hated teen amongst his classmates at school. For some reason, he never understood what people skills meant. Not only could he not be friends with others but he had a terrible taste in woman and only went for the easy ones, this led to much pain in his heart because he could never realize that what was on the outside was the only thing that mattered.

He couldn't connect with others and was often only thinking of himself. Schoolwork didn't matter to the by and one by one people started to avoid him. He was losing himself slowly in a world of insanity.

Soul Eater definitely, definitely was a horrible boy.

Author's Note: Haha. They're so mean to each other aren't they? Well yes. So I tried to do a quick update because I have to go to dance today. Ughh. 4 hours of dance. Most of you don't know me very well but I dance...a lot. Lol. So reasons for a late update are probably dance...or school. Baha I'm starting my ninth grade year September 6th. First year of high school! 0.o Kooowaii Yooo! (I'm scared) Lol. Thanks for reading so far and please review :)