Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater! I own my OC, Jamie Elliot!
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15. Crushing. No, Not Physically.
Mark was just about done with Jamie's obviousness. Kid's had annoyed the crap out of him too! He wished they would both just kiss already and start the relationship. Mark knew that wouldn't happen though, they would have to go through the stages of realizing they liked each other, and then admitting it.
This was going to be one heck of a ride.
Jamie, who was now asleep in the pile of jellyfish organs that had built up on a small silver tray, was kicked awake. She narrowed her twisted eyes at Mark, "Jerk," she drawled, picking some jelly-goop from her white hair, "I was trying to take a nap."
"I need to talk to you about Kid." Mark put bluntly, not at all afraid of addressing the matter. Kid was too busy talking to Liz and Patti about cutting the jellyfish symmetrically to notice that the shot gun had directly mentioned him. "What about Little Death?" Jamie pressed, resting her head on her intertwined hands.
"I believe you like him."
Jamie's face crinkled, and she laughed softly as not to draw attention to herself. "Like? Little Death? Oh please. Shinigami boy is so not my type." Mark face-palmed, and sighed loudly, "No. You oh please. You obviously do. You've done nothing but tease him, and you fought with me for over half an hour to sit next to him today."
Jamie blushed, "I just wanted to color one of his stripes on his head when he wasn't looking." Mark rolled his eyes, "Yeah. Whatever." Prof. Stein eyed the two of them talking, and gestured to the jellyfish guts before twisting the screw on his head and spinning the wheeled chair elsewhere.
"You like him."
"Do not!"
Soul rose an eyebrow at Jamie, and then went right back to work. Whispering fiercely, she said, "I. Do. Not. Like. Kid."
Mark rolled his eyes once more, "Okay. Okay. But you're a horrible liar."
Jamie froze.
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Build up. I hate you so!