Chapter Three

~ Death the Kid ~

The next few days that went past, the green eyed girl was no where to be seen. The seat opposite me on the bus remained empty for the rest of the week.

So as I sat there staring at the empty space across the aisle, I couldn't help but wonder that maybe her disappearance had something to do with me.

The bus jolted as it reached the pavement, the doors opening slowly as they signalled my exit to leave. So without wasting another second, I quickly hopped up from the seat and walked the aisle towards the doors.

Green Day blared through my earphones as I stepped off the bus, the sound of the drums syncing in with the hammer of my heartbeat as I began my walk towards the school.

I gripped on tight to the strap of my bag, feeling the tips of my fingers pierce at the fabric as I walked through the gates of the DWMA.

As soon as I walked through, I heard the sounds of murmuring students and caught the sight of a few of them glancing at me as I walked promptly towards the building.

I suddenly felt exposed as I tried to adjust the strap higher on my shoulder. But as soon as I stepped through the main double doors, I knew for a fact that people were staring at me.

"Why would he talk to her?" The sound of their voices scratched at my eardrums.

"She's completely pathetic," they knew I could hear them. "And you know, he's not."

The worst thing was, I didn't know what they were talking about. I knew they were talking about me - they were staring at me. I just couldn't work out what it was they were actually saying about me, and it angered me - so much.

"If he carries on like that, it'll ruin his reputation."

I snapped, "shut up."

The girls turned to face me abruptly, their eyes wide and jaws dropped as they saw the angered expression I held upon my face.

"I don't know what the hell it is you two are talking about," I carried on walking. "But shut it."

I didn't bother to turn back around to face either of them. I just continued my walk through the crowded corridor, hoping that the green eyed girl would show at some point due in the day.

I just had to see her again.

~ Maka ~

"Hey, how you doing?" The nurse walked into the room with a bright and happy smile. "Sleep okay?"

I stared coldly at her. Watching that smile of hers fade from her pale freckled face.

She looked away from me. "How's the bruising?"

"Hurts like a bitch," I sighed. "But what can you do?"

She turned back to face me with a smile. "Actually we ca-"

"It was a rhetorical question."

I placed my head back on the pillow behind me. Feeling the throbbing pain of a headache kick in as my eyes caught sight of the lights above me. Each one of them wanting to burn up my vision which seemed to be one of the only things I had left.

It hurt. Everything - hurt.

"Listen..." She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Is there anyone you want us to call?"

"No."

She stroked her fingers through her bright ginger bob. "We could call your dad?"

"No!" I yelled, "I didn't say yes when you first asked, I'm not going to change my mind!"

She stared down at me with her green eyes. They shun with sympathy and concern at the same time, which forced me to feel bad due to the fact all I had done was shout at her.

"I'm sorry..." I closed my eyes. "I just want to go home, I promise I'm fine."

She stared at me for a moment, her eyes scanning mine for what seemed to be some sign of approval for what it was I had requested, and after a while of looking, she finally nodded her head.

"I'll go get the paperwork," she pushed herself to a stand. "But if you feel any signs of nausea or concussion, I want you to come back."

I nodded, "okay."

As the door shut behind her, some form of weight had risen from off my chest, forcing me to purposely release a breath that felt as if I had been holding it for as long as I could remember.

And it felt so good.

~ Death the Kid ~

Soul stood beside me as I placed books inside my locker. He stared at me with some kind of stare that I had never encountered from him before, so when I saw him from the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but feel slightly worried.

I sighed, "what you want, Soul?"

He raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong with you, dude?"

I closed my locker, already beginning to feel the return of my anger. "What?"

"Maka Albarn!"

At the sound of his voice, it seemed the whole corridor stopped what it was they were doing to eavesdrop on our conversation.

"Maka Albarn...?" I asked, "what about her?"

He folded his arms across his chest. "You were talking to her the other day."

I stepped to the side to face him, watching as he slowly backed away from me as he saw me get closer. Watching my every move as carefully as he could, as if I were to lash out at any moment.

"I spoke to Maka Albarn?" I asked.

He nodded, "yeah."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't really get the problem."

His eyes widened. "You don't?"

"No," I said quickly. "I really don't."

He suddenly came over nervous - scared even, as he caught a glimpse of the hesitation in my hands to turn them into fists.

"You know..." he stammered. "She's a freak."

I chuckled, "your opinion."

"The whole schools opinion."

Silence lingered throughout the whole corridor, growing louder within the seconds that everyone remained staring towards the both of us in complete and utter fascination.

"The whole school huh?" I shook my head slowly.

The blonde haired boy in front of me nodded slowly, his eyes watching me as if he sympathised with the creature that controlled every ounce of anger that proceeded to exist inside me.

But I couldn't hold it anymore.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

I slammed my fist against the locker doors. Shaking the whole row of lockers and startling every student that stood lifelessly within the school corridor - watching the boy with anger issues with utter fear across their faces.

My fist was only inches away from coming into contact with his chest. If I was just a fraction closer to him, my fist could've cracked at his ribs and shattered his insides.

But I had somewhat a little amount of control.

"Kid," he hesitated. "Calm down."

I gritted my teeth, in need to find away to gain more control. But my fists shook rapidly from where they were, causing a vigorous amount of tapping against my leg as well as on the now dented locker.

Then suddenly - the murmuring students picked up once again. This time there topic of discussion based on something more strangely interesting.

"That's her," they snickered. "Looks like someone gave it to her."

My heart stumbled in my chest, causing everything inside me to freeze for a moment or two as the corridor around me gradually grew louder by the lingering second.

I stepped to the side, leaning towards my right to look towards the now pushed open double doors. Watching as the hooded figure proceeded to carry herself down the corridor.

Blood stained her rosy lips, displaying a bright amount of colour on her skin that was so delicately pale. As well as the bruise that marked itself upon her left cheekbone, her beautiful face aching with the pressure of everyone staring at her.

"She must've got her ass kicked!" Liz snickered from the other side of the corridor.

Soul rolled his eyes. "Give it a rest Liz..."

I held my gaze on her fragile body, as if I had the power to catch her at any moment if she were to just suddenly collapse. But with every step she took past the crowds of people, I knew she was stronger than she looked.

Her eyes met mine. Her green bloodshot eyes fixating themselves with my own as she continued down the corridor. Watching me intensely with eyes that screamed with despair as she walked past.

And it was just like that - before they were gone again. Before they had vanished from my gaze, and it hurt me as I thought that I might not ever be able to see them again.

"What's your obsession with her?" Liz scoffed. "She's nothing special, that's for sure."

Soul snapped, "Liz I said shut up!"

The brown haired girl dropped her hip, placing her right hand on her waist as she stared towards him dumbfounded. A few curls of hair slipping from behind her shoulders as she slowly shook her head.

The bell rang above us, startling everyone to move quickly to their classrooms. But I however, stood exactly where I was. There was something inside me that prevented me from moving and I just let it take control of everything inside me.