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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Tsubaki

I was beginning to warm up to my partner and all but...Black Star was following me around all day, even to classes that I know he didn't have like Pre-calc, so I knew something was up.

"Who the hell are you?" My teacher demanded.

Maka snickered in the corner, shaking her head.

Kid looked up, his feet on top of the desk in front of him.

"Black Star!" He hollered. "I can do this shit!" He continued, pointing at the equations on the board.

I didn't know if he understood advanced inequalities.

"Get the fuck outta this class." Some smart ass kid grumbled.

Black Star raised his fist, ready to fight.

Before I could intervene, the teacher called out, "Would you please leave? You're disrupting my class!"

Black Star raised his eyebrows repeatedly and I shoved my hand into my forehead in agony, feeling a rush of pain suddenly. Forgot about that bruise...

I couldn't believe I was partners with him.

As he exited the classroom he turned to me and pointed to fingers from his eyes and then to me, the I'm watching you look. My face burned red as all the stares in the class turned towards me.

I just smiled and rubbed the back of my neck.

This is awkward.

Maka

Now I kinda wished that I hadn't bitched at Soul earlier. It was incredibly awkward between us as we silently wrote in our journals. Why'd I have to go and call him out? I mentally slapped myself, reminding myself that he deserved it.

"You gonna stop staring at me?" He barked, annoyed.

I just shivered and pretended I wasn't looking at him. He scowled.

He didn't seem to be feeling that sorry anymore.

"So about the piano-"

"None of your business." He didn't say it harshly. It was a soft tone that wasn't quite a whisper but I could tell he was feeling touchy about it. What could've possibly be so emotional about a piano? I never understood music much.

"Well are you gonna tell me about your anorexia?" He suggested.

Punch.

"Well no...what if-"

"I'm not doing it." Soul cut me off. "I won't tell you about ... the piano if you share your anorexia stories."

When he said stories I shivered and my eyes started to water. Soul's eyebrow twitched. I wondered if he noticed.

"I'm gonna go ask Marie-sensei something." I announced, standing up, leaving him.

Liz

Okay...Kid was staring at me far too long all day. Seriously, I don't think he'd every waste his precious eyes on me this much if I hadn't told him about the streets. I didn't even go into depth yet he was either intrigued or worried. Or both.

"Liz..." There was an awkward silence between us at the library. "Will you tell me about-"

"No!"

"Shh!" The librarian scolded for probably the third time.

Kid seemed dissatisfied with my answer but I was bound and determined not to mention life a few years ago to him. A snobby rich bitch like him probably couldn't understand and frankly, I wasn't in the mood to elaborate.

"If we don't know enough about each other we will not be able to complete this assignment." Kid argued.

"As if I give a shit." I grumbled.

"Language!"

That lady needed to chill out right now.

Kid and I weren't getting anywhere. The only thing we managed to both do together was glare at each other.

Soul

I was going to attempt to avoid playing the piano. Of course my mom brings a famous Japanese musician bitch into the house. She wore black heels that were too shiny for my liking and in her hands she held a clipboard.

I narrowed my eyes, preparing to quickly escape upstairs.

"Soul-kun..." My mother addressed me. Shit. "Would you like to play for this lovely lady?"

I raised an eyebrow, extremely tempted to reject.

The musician gave me a slight warm smile...it was more mischievous though. Her purple hair pissed me of anyway so her 'smile' wasn't doing much for me.

"Yeah Soul-kun..." She cooed, her boobs getting squished against her folded arms.

"Blair-san plays the harp."

Like I give a fuck.

Nonetheless...I managed a smirk and took my place on the piano bench, placing my fingers gently over the oh-so-familiar keys that I loved and hated at the same time.

I looked at the sheet music.

Nostradamus: Concert de Folie

Otherwise known as Nostradamus: Concert of Insanity, the insanely dark and twisted piece I knew very well.

Taking in a deep breath, I slammed my fingers down, playing the first four chords so loudly they rang throughout the house.

My hands moved up and down the keys so fast, I didn't realize that I had truly mastered the tempo. Dark notes flowed through the house and it seemed like everyone within a mile radius had stopped to listen.

The volume of the chords that I was playing was incredibly high and intense.

After a few chorus came the soft bridge. High, soft notes played very quickly. It was such a contrast to how the piece sounds like at first that when I got back to the final chorus, I noticed that my brother who had gathered to watch also, and Blair and my mom had either jumped or fidgeted at the blast of sound.

Finally towards the end, I played a quick loud scale from one end of the piano to the other. Then extremely high notes were played hard...chords...and then it ended with one, super loud, contrasting chord.

I swear to god that the air in the room was colder.

"Wow!" Blair exclaimed. "That was really good!"

I could tell she was still amazed. If my life hadn't been a whol fucking contest between me and my brother, I'd enjoy playing the piano much more than I do now. And he's got that freaking smirk that makes me wanna smack the shit outta him.

My mother wasn't so happy with my choice in music but she still couldn't deny I was amazing...but not as good as my brother.

Wes gave me his little eyebrow raise and ruffled my hair. I was tempted to jump at him but I refrained myself and tried to keep my calm and cool facade that I normally managed.

"If you don't mind..." I muttered.

Getting up from the piano bench, I made my way towards the stairs. Almost there...

"Soul?" My mom wondered. "Aren't you going to come and be social? Blair goes to your school you know."

Then, turning around with the best smile I could manage, I told her, "I've got tons of homework. Sorry." I quickly left before the midst of and argument could dawn upon us.

Lying on my bed, I glanced out and gazed towards the sunset. Call me a pussy if you want, but I really wanted to lay outside under it. It was getting cold though and I hated being cold. Fall was settling in and summer was going on vacation.

My phone lay motionless next to my foot. I pushed it towards my hand with my foot and picked it up. I looked at my recent texts and spotted the ones to Black Star about Maka and my stomach did a flip flop. I felt so bad for her at the same time of hating her. Was that bad?

Shaking my head, I looked back out through the window, wishing I could escape. I felt like I was drowning in asphyxiated insanity.

Maka

Soul looked more depressed than normal. I wondered if his night was as bad as mine? I knew that he had problems with his family but I wasn't sure if they were like mine or not.

I was actually kind of curious and my thoughts towards him had changed slightly since he apologized. Because he didn't apologize like a normal guy, doing it in person and looking sincere, I wondered if he wasn't as 'bad ass' and 'chill' as he tried to make everyone think.

It was lunch when I was watching him look blankly at his food, extremely depressed. I was alone and so was he. Tsubaki was trying to avoid Black Star, who'd been chasing her around all week and Kid and Liz were nowhere to be seen.

"Hey..." So I went to see how the dickface was doing.

"What the fuck do you want?" He mumbled.

My eye twitched.

"I was just saying hi." I growled back, placing my hands on my hips.

Soul sighed.

"Hi."

Well at least I got that out of the bastard.

"You look depressed." I informed him in a 'as-a-matter-of-factly' tone.

"Yeah? Well so do you..." He said.

There was an awkward silence between us and he looked up at me. Blood red eyes meeting bright green ones.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" We both covered our mouths, realized we had just said the same thing.

Author's Note: Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Lol. I never figured that high school would have THIS much homework T_T Baha, sorry if some of you thought I was really struggling though with the seniors and stuff. Have no fear. I don't let this stuff get to me. If you're an old reviewer and have read some of my older stories you'd know I've dealt with gangs and really bad shit and I'm not phased anymore! Have no fear! I shall always update...unless I die...I'd try in heaven though. Anyway, I know this is short but I've been supremely busy anddd I'm going to a dance right now. Ughh I was going to post this on Wednesday but my damn computer froze and I lost all that I'd written. I know. I should've saved. PLEASE R&R GUYS *heart*