Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater! I own my OC, Jamie Elliot!

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11. Playing With Emotions

The next day, the sun shone brighter and hotter than the day before. Thin stripes of clouds scrapped the sky, and the students of the DWMA Crescent Moon Class were having class outside in the courtyard. "Today," Dr. Stein started, while turning the giant iron screw that went through his head, "We will be partnering up and finding some plants to dissect."

Oxford, the guy with freaky swirl glasses and black horn-like things on the sides of his head interrupted, "But what does that have to do with projecting Soul wavelength?" Stein ignored him, and allowed the class to chose their own partners. Mark teamed up with Kid for some reason unknown, and Jamie teamed up with Black Star before Soul could.

Kid sweat dropped, hoping he hadn't created a kishin, so to speak.

Flashback

"So," Jamie started, smiling, "How exactly do you push Mr. Big-shots buttons?" Kid swallowed, he had hoped she'd forgotten that little detail. He wished he hadn't given up one of his friends for his own wellbeing, "Well, obviously, his obsession is spot light. Just take it from him."

End Flashback

Kid sighed at the memory.

"Yo," Mark nudged him, "Let's find a flower or something." Kid nodded and followed the green-headed boy into the small garden by the edges of the DWMA. He passed by several tulips and daffodils, as he tried to find a symmetrical. . . Eh hem, kayak, plant to dissect for Stein's ludicrous lesson.

"Hey." Mark coughed, "So about Jamie. . ."

"Save it, we already talked about it."

"That's not what I meant."

Kid, confused, rose to a stand and looked Mark in his golden eyes. "What do you mean?" Death The Kid quizzed, "Is there more?" Mark nodded, "Jamie tends to get carried away with her emotions, and she detaches herself from them, and uses them as games."

Kid's thin black eyebrow rose, "Your point?"

Mark rolled his eyes, "My point is the reason she got so upset, the reason she's only taunted you, is because she likes you."

Death The Kid felt his cheeks prick with warm dusty rose blush, he didn't know why. His heart also began the ugly asymmetric beating again, and the unsymmetrical girl was absolutely no where near him. The disease had seeped into his body! Oh mercy!

"Likes me? Well, I guess we are sort of friends now."

Mark just rolled his eyes again, and Kid swore if he did it one more time they would roll right out! "You don't get what I'm trying to say here, she. . ."

"YOU LITTLE BRAT! THE GOD, BLACK STAR WILL CRUSH YOU!"

Kid and Mark sweat dropped in unison.

"Oh boy."

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