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Maka groaned at the constant beeping of her alarm clock. She swung her arm around and slapped the "end" button so that it would turn off. Usually, Maka would be pumped to go to school, but today she had to do her project with that asshole Soul Eater. She shook her head in disgust and walked over to her closet where she picked out her normal outfit: a red and black plaid skirt, a beige blouse, and her black cape. Maka stretched out and picked up her cat, Blair, to stroke her. Back when Soul and Maka were dating, whenever he would come over, Blair would rub up against Soul's leg, begging for his attention. Now Blair just seemed kind of lonely without Soul to play with her.

Maka sprinted to catch the bus just after grabbing her backpack and a pop tart from the counter. She boarded the bus and stared out the window, like always. Then Tsubaki came and sat right next to her, like always. Usually they would talk about anything in general, but this time, they didn't. They remained silent towards one another; preferring to just think about their lives instead of sharing them with others. The bus ride seemed to be excruciatingly long, especially with tons of screaming kids throwing this and that and everyone. Buses never were something to be happy about for Maka.

Once the bus finally arrived at their destination, the high school, Maka got a sudden feeling of anxiety and she cringed, thinking about how sitting in that bedroom of his, working on the project and accidentally touching fingers when reaching for their pens...It seemed too weird to think about! Three weeks, it has been THREE WEEKS since Soul broke up with Maka. She wasn't sure she was ready for any kind of interaction with him yet! Not to mention the fact that it KILLED her to have to see him everyday in her classes.

Maka walked down the hallways of her once joyful school, being shoved around a bit, and tried to find the person she was avoiding. Once she spotted the white-haired, red-eyed boy, she ducked down and made her way to her locker, trying not to be seen by him. Unfortunately, that plan flew south for the winter. Soul was at her locker, towering over her the second she let out a breath of relief.

"'Sup, pigtails?" he asked, smirking. Maka rolled her eyes and ignored him, thinking that if he was really going to be that immature and try to bully her, it'd be best to not give him a reaction.

But oh, she couldn't stand not giving a reaction!

"Really, Soul? Really?" she asked, furrowing her brow at him. He put two hands up in defense and backed away.

"I just thought that we should talk about the project, that's all! Jeez! Who are you sitting by at lunch nowadays? Still those geeks of yours?" Soul questioned, smirking in satisfaction when Maka's face turned red with anger.

"No, I usually sit alone now so that I can read..." Maka answered, suddenly realizing that she's never caught him staring at her like she did to him. Soul chuckled deeply and shook his head.

"You really have become the biggest nerd ever since we broke up, haven't you?" he remarked, smirking. Maka puffed out her cheeks, but couldn't find any words or even a witty comeback. She just blushed and sighed, shutting her locker door softly; she hasn't done that in a while. Maka turned to walk away, leaving a puzzled Soul to be ashamed for making this poor girl self conscious of her nerdiness.

So of course, Soul just stood there like an oblivious idiot and didn't say anything. In fact, he just walked away to his next class. As Maka was sitting in her math class, groaning as she was forced to listen to her tech teacher explain things about zeros and ones that she already knew, Soul flitted across her mind for a brief moment. Only this time, instead of dismissing his appearance in her head, she decided to think about him.

Why is he talking to me so much? My first thought was that he'd ignore me completely unless he absolutely HAD to talk to me...Is it possible that we'll get back together? No...I don't think it is...Our breakup was too serious to just forgive and forget about...I can't believe we were assigned as partners! Ugh...

"Maka?" the teacher called. Maka's head jolted up from her textbook, causing an all-too-familiar pain to come back. Ugh...I'm going to get whiplash one of these days, I swear!

"Y-Yes?" she responded, flipping pages and looking at her neighbor's book to find the page she was supposed to be on.

"The answer to number three, Albarn," the teacher demanded impatiently. She quickly read the problem.

"It says, 'Hi, how are you?'" Maka recited as she stared at the series of zeros and ones. The teacher nodded in her direction, but didn't say anything else. As the hour went on, Maka's mind betrayed her by continually drifting back towards Soul, that jerk who consumed a lot of Maka's thinking time.

Soul leaned against one arm and stared lifelessly at the board, trying to pay some attention for once. Of course, he never could. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what he did, he always ended up thinking of her. Of course he did; it's not like there was anything else to do. All there was to do was just stare at a blank wall and wait for the images of Maka to stop replaying in his mind. For some reason the two things he thought about most were two faces she had made in the past.

The first, and better one, was the face she made after their first kiss. It was half elated and half lost. Lost as in lost in her own world. There was nothing and no one but them, and he loved that. He just wanted to hug her after that, especially because she was holding her arms out like she needed one to survive. So of course, he hugged her. And he's never been able to get that face out of his head since...

The second face made by Maka Albarn was the face she made when he broke up with her. Tears filled her eyes, crystal clear and making her green eyes sparkle. He wanted to look away and hide his face, but he couldn't. He forced himself to stare into those green eyes of hers until she looked away herself. That night was probably one of the worst he had ever had.

Once last hour finally rolled around, Maka and Soul sat near the back and spaced out the entire time. The only thing that happened the whole hour was their teacher's rant about how important it is to put your name on a paper. Maka's anxiety grew more and more with every minute that went by, and by the time there was five minutes until the bell, her leg was bouncing up and down, her hands were shaking, and her left eye was twitching. When the bell FINALLY rang, she sprang out of her seat and darted towards her locker, needing to get this horrible feeling out of her system. Soul was right behind her, looking straight ahead as he stopped right by her locker to wait for her.

"So..." he said, looking up at the ceiling to avoid the odd looks people were giving him. It annoyed him how skeptical of others' lives they could be. Maka suddenly slammed the door shut.

"Let's go," was all she said as she made her way out the two doors of the school. Soul shrugged and hurried alongside her to get to his car. It was shiny and yellow, just as Maka had predicted. Flashy people have flashy cars. They both got into the car and started to drive away. Maka stared out the window and tried to contain herself in all the silence. She didn't know why Soul wasn't turning on the radio like he usually did; he never did like silence.

"So Maka," his voice startled her and she nearly jumped out of her seat.

"Y-Yes?" she suddenly started thinking about the first time they had ever had sex.

"How do you want to do it?" he asked. Maka turned and gave him a look of shock and disbelief.

"The project," he rolled his eyes at the girl. Maka now felt stupid, so she just sank down further into the comfy leather seat.

"O-Oh..." she startled, looking back out the window. "I don't know." She really didn't. Usually she knew everything about the project before it was even assigned, but not this time. Nope, this time, Maka Albarn was completely unprepared.

And she did not like it.

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