Soul Eater

-Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.
*Okay... There are opinions lately. That, I should change my story to Maka X Kid. What do you guys think? But... My opinion, I really like Maka X Soul a lot instead of Kid. But I also need to hear your opinion. Feel free to say it by review or PM me. I need to know. :). Never forget to review and thanks! XD. Please tell me... Soul X Maka or Maka X Kid? I really need to know!

If I Were A Boy

Maka felt a bit hanged over even though she didn't drank a shot and not even a sip. Her eyes were groggy and stale. Her eye bags were huge and her head hurts. Morning wasn't baring with her. She puked a few seconds ago and still remembered the smell of the alcohol. 'Ring. Ring. Ring' She snapped her head to the side to find her phone ringing on the side table. Black Star forced her to go with him again. And not because he reserved her another spot but because she wanted to forget Soul.

"Stupid Black Star" She mumbled before picking the phone and lazily answered. "What?"

"Hey Maka! GLAD YOU'RE AWAKE! LISTEN, SOUL AND I ARE HEADING SOUTH TO PLAY BASKETBALL. WANNA HANG OUT?" His voice only ached her head. She groaned on her phone and took a fist full of her messy hair, clearly she's too stressed to hang out to anyone. She needs rest. "Let me think about it... HMMM... NO!"

"Come on, Soul's worried about you. Well, he won't tell me why but... I DON'T KNOW. SCREW THE BOTH OF YOU. YOU TWO ARE HIDING SOMETHING FROM ME" Her attention lifted towards the statement. 'He... He's worried about me?' Maka felt special for a moment but soon returned to reality when Black Star kept on yelling.

"MAKA! HEY! YOU DEAD OR WAIT! MAKA!-"

"Will you stop yelling?! Or I'll cut your head and hang it on my wall!" Immediately, she didn't heard a breathe from Black Star on the phone. She closed her eyes in hopes to calm herself down. "Black Star... Is that Maka on the phone?" That very familiar voice asked worriedly. Maka snapped her eyes open as her heart started thumping loudly.

"Uh... Yeah... Why?" Black Star asked. "Black Star... Don't give Soul the phone" She commanded but she was already too late.

"Maka! Hey... I was wondering... Can we talk?" Asked Soul in his most worried tone but Maka was too nervous to respond. "I-I... Uh... Wait-" But before Maka could say anything, he already hung up the phone. She sat on her bed motionless until finally she realized there was no voice answering her hellos. She scram on her pillow before walking over to her closet thinking of something to wear.

It was Saturday, the perfect day for basketball. That's what her two best friends had in mind. And her perfect day for reading a book under a shaded tree but apparently, not today. But deciding to come anyway, she walked in her bath room. In a few minutes, she came out fresh from the shower. The sweet aroma of white tea and lavender filled her room. She stocked a few lotion over her body before remotely, clothing herself.

She rubbed her hair with a pink towel and motioned to eat her breakfast. Well, she thought everything would be better with a little breakfast but once again, apparently not. She just threw all her food because the eggs were rotten. "Stupid! Fucked-up food!" She cursed before gargling a few times and then finally exiting her house, placing her phone in her pocket.

She jabbed her ear phones in her ears as the music completely sunk all the sound in the environment. She nodded her head back and forth as she started heading south. The wind nibbling her shirt. She always loved band tees. Such as the old ones imprinted like Queen, The Beatles and even Pink Floyd. She's an old school fan although she also liked a few of today.

'Now you've been talking in your sleep oh oh
Things you never say to me oh oh
Tell me that you've had enough
Of our love, our love' She sang together with the singer P!nk. Which is also included in her favorites. She wasn't aware if there were people hearing her sing or whatever, she just wanted to. But the fantasy ended, when she felt someone threw a pebble on her head.

"HEY! She annoyingly yelled, removing her ear phones and facing the about to be beaten asshole. But then realized who it was. She immediately softened. "Okay... Good thing I didn't threw it that hard" Kid defended as Maka continued walking and Kid walked beside her.

"Why'd you threw a pebble anyway? You could have called me instead" she dead-panned.

"As much as I did, you were too into the music and you were singing loudly. So... I just threw a pebble" Her cheeks turned pink from embarrassment and Kid noticed and settled himself with a smirk. "You want to know how you sound like?" Then, her cheeks turned into a dark shade of red.

"FUCK. NO!" But Kid insisted and then started coughing. "Now... You've been walking in your shit oh oh. Shit you never say to me oh oh. Tell me that you've jabbed enough. Of our love. Our love" Kid sang with his eyes closed. She felt humiliated more than ever because Kid mocked her a bit closer than anyone else the fact that he changed the lyrics. "You motherfucker!" Maka playfully punched him on the arm until she became satisfied but Kid kept on laughing.

"Well... Where are you going anyway?" Kid asked.

"To the basketball court. To see my friends" Kid only nodded in understanding as they continued walking silently. Not because it was awkward or anything. They just liked the silence surrounding them. And also because Kid couldn't talk to Maka because her ear phones were jabbed back in her ears. Maka though, realized that Kid was also attractive but the opposite of Soul. Kid's a prep while Soul's a bad boy. She understood the different concept of both.

When they finally approached the basketball court, there were only Soul and Black Star playing one-on-one. And Soul's shirt was thrown on a bench and Maka stared on how he flexed his muscles ever time he dribbled or shoot. When Soul noticed Maka, they both had a moment of eye contact but soon she ripped away her gaze and the two individuals sat on the bench. She turned worried once again. What would they talk about? Instead of Soul talking about how he loves Blair.

Her heart thumped faster as the two guys started approaching her. She tried to lock his gaze on Black Star but she just couldn't bare his loud mouth. Her wrong move of getting a glance to Soul was wrong. He already locked his gaze on her as a target. "Maka... We need to talk-" But before he could continue, Maka cuts him off.

"Hey Soul! I want you to meet Kid... Kid this is Soul. My best friend" Kid smiled at him as Soul lazily shook his hand. He wasn't into meeting someone. He just wanted to talk to Maka. But Soul was caught off guard when he realized, he's the one whom Maka asked. That's why he observed him a few moments before turning back to Maka.

"Maka, listen... We need to talk" She also regretted looking directly in his eyes, she felt his concern and worry. And he said it as if in urgency. Kid, on the other hand excused himself that he'll play with Black Star. Soul settled beside her as Maka started fiddling with her fingers.

"Maka... Why are you ignoring me? Is there something wrong?" She didn't answer. Instead, she stared on the ground as if it was interesting. She continued fiddling with her fingers and Soul waited for an answer.

"You're not answering my messages and calls. Tell me, what's wrong?" She wanted to tell him so badly but she doesn't have the guts to do so. She wasn't ready to tell him everything. She just couldn't. Normally, because she kept it hidden for a long time.

"I-I... Well Soul... Okay. I-I'm not being bitchy or anything but... I can't bring myself to like Blair like what you want me to be. And I don't want to tell you about it because you kept telling me that you're serious about her. I mean... Come on Soul... You could do better than that" True. He could do better than that. He chose the wrong person and Maka would feel delighted if he chose someone who doesn't look at her as an insect. Even if it's not her.

"So... What are you implying?" Maka felt a slight shiver in her spine in the sound of his voice. She felt threatened. His voice was rough and dark. She was almost in the verge of crying. "Tell me... What do you mean?" Her voice was turning a bit shaky. Her mouth was dry and her eyes were stung from tears.

"Because... Because you're not around anymore! You're not... You're not with us. With Black Star. You don't ask me for what I think. God Soul! I thought you knew why!" Maka involuntarily stood up and so did Soul as he towered above her.

"Well... I'm here!"

"You are! But... Don't you get it?! For goodness sake, stop pushing that you're here for us cause you're not! It's been a week! And you haven't noticed how... You're not with us during lunch, during dismissal and during movie night!" Then Soul's eyes widened. He wasn't there, wasn't he? She's right. He doesn't know what movie they had burn to watch. He doesn't know what video games they both prepared for them to play.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! SOUL! WE SHOULD REALLY PLAY BASKETBALL. I MEAN... I LIKE KID-" But before Black Star could continue, when Soul faced him, his eyes were glaring at him and his teeth sank under his lips. He smacked the ball from Black Star as it bounced away and he walked away. Black Star didn't bothered to talk again until Soul kept his distance.

"Maka, what's wrong with him?" Black Star muttered as he continued talking to Maka nonstop even though she clearly wasn't listening. "WELL, WHATEVER WITH HIM. LET'S JUST ALL PLAY VOLLEYBALL. SO THAT MAKA COULD JOIN. SINCE MAKA REALLY SUCKS IN BASKETBALL! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" As much as Maka wants to smack him on the head, she could't because she worries more about what's going to happen next between Soul and her.

So, they started playing volleyball. Black Star was the single player because he said he was 'too powerful' to handle. Kid lifted the ball while Maka smacked hard until Black Star couldn't hit it anymore. Within a few minutes of playing, she forgot about her worries. She turned happy and kept laughing. She was shocked that she didn't forgot how to play volleyball.

"Well! I clearly lost because there were two of you!" The two started laughing at Black Star's shame face because he looked so ugly. Or at least, that's what they thought. "Well... You were the one saying that you're too powerful to handle" Maka accused as Kid continued laughing.

The sun was scorching hot above everybody else and heat burnt everyone's skin. It was already 2:00 PM in the afternoon and they were talking about stories. Exclusive stories from school but before they could continue, Soul walked over but as he walked closer he only stared towards Maka.

Maka felt a bit uneasy as he stood in front of her and pulled her hand to his and started walking away. "HEY! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?! SOUL! LET GO OF MY HAND!" She demanded. But no matter how much she tried, he's still stronger than her. Maka didn't know when will they stop walking but then, Soul approached a small alley and dragged her to a wall.

"Maka... Listen, I'm sorry for being dense, okay? I didn't know. Next time... Tell it to me straight-" Maka was annoyed and he cuts him off.

"You're apologizing but then accuse me that it's my fault?! Can you not get what I said?" Once again, Soul's forehead cringe. Not because he's angry at her. He's angry from what she's saying. He reflected on what she said over and over again and he always allowed her to tell him everything.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MAKA! I NEVER STOPPED ASKING YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY IF YOU NEED TO SAY SOMETHING BUT NO.. YOU ALWAYS SAY IT WHEN ANYTHING ENDS!" They started exchanging foul words until they grew tired and started a new topic to begin with.

"Why'd you pick her anyway?!" she yelled in so much temper that she guessed that she might lose her voice sooner or later.

"So you're a love doctor now?! And who am I suppose to choose, you?" The added argument slipped on his tongue as her clenched teeth softened. Her glare turning into a soft stare. It was there, he said it in disgust. In a response that she can no longer fight back.

"Why'd you notice that just now? Why'd you understand that in the time that we're fighting?" She softly mumbled. And Soul couldn't almost make up her words and he felt distracted by her eyes. They were melting with tears because of him. He felt guilty. Because he made her cry and supposedly, he swore to protect her.

"Maka I-"

"No... I've been fucked-up for too long. Maybe... I was wrong-" But before she could continue about her realization, his lips were on hers. His eyes were closed and hers were wide as if she seen a ghost. But the kiss wasn't right, she felt the tangy feeling and it stung. But she stood motionless, as he pulled away.

"You weren't wrong. I was" He mumbled before walking away. Leaving the dumbfounded friend behind. Maka was still processing everything that just happened. Fight. Blair. Maka. Kiss. That wasn't clear though, it was still a blur but still... Tears made its way down on her face as she sat down on her knees staring away from where he had left.

'Did he just... Kissed me?' Was one way that her mind processed it.