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Maka couldn't stop her thoughts. They all travelled back to that smirking, arrogant, fat headed Soul Evans. She just wanted to squeeze his little puny head. Just what was he playing at? Messing with her mind like that? First all cool, douchey, insulting then friendly and apologetic. Maybe he was taking drugs, because Maka was sure that was a 360 degree personality flip of Soul Evans, and it was flat-out creepy.
It was unbelievable to anyone that how much they hated, fought, insulted each other, they have known each other since pre-school. To any person you would of thought that maybe they had started their war on each other in High School, however if you analysed them, they were like a perfect team. Because with the experience of thousands of retorts, millions of words of sworn hatred against each other and a billion arguments, they were pretty well co-ordinated like a dance couple. Each step was a hissed word, every spin was an insult and their finish was their threats. Who would have thought they were so tightly knitted?
Maka's spine shivered with cold, nervous sparks, as she slowly twirled the macaroon box in the light. She knew his game, his charms, his way of playing their game. A fine strategy, she would have never clocked Soul as a strategic player, more of a impulsive player. He would insult her, pushing her temper as far as he could, knowing she would snap before long. And the long, dull familiar battle of cruel words are carefully duelling each other.
She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something about the conceited git, Soul Evans. He was the heart breaker, the heart stealer, the wild, charming dark horse. Who wouldn't fall in love with him? Maka had to agree that Soul was stature and rugged looks. However she would not tell Soul as she knew it would be a massive ego-boost and it would all go to his tiny, white head. Some things were better left unsaid.
Her fingers drummed against the marble of the counter, humming to herself to help her clear her mind. Yes he was smart, a good adaptation of the modern day adonis, irresistible. No wonder why there were literally swarms of girls around him, throwing their love at him.
"Well if that means you are incapable of having a life." Soul's words echoed in her ears, maybe there was some truth in the prat's words. Maka hadn't been out with her friends for 2 months and the last time she went was because of a birthday. That was pretty lame and antisocial.
But it wasn't her fault, she cared about grades and responsibilities. Both her parents walked out of her life and she had grown accustomed to being self efficient, and independent. She wasn't like everyone else, who had a mommy and daddy to look after them when they were ill, or to watch at sports events to cheer them on. No one to celebrate her birthday with.
Yes who would want to be with the mis-fit, Maka "tiny-tits" Alburn? The one who has a shameful past and acts like a uptight bitch who's got a stick shoved up her ass. Maka chuckled sardonically, her own mind was humoring itself because she knew it was true. It was true she acted like Miss Priss, a Goody Goody, so freaking untouchable, so no one came even 5m with her. Because those who had resided in there made her walls come crashing down.
I should be like Tsubaski, nice and quiet. Well I am quiet, only when I'm not shouting at Evans. How does Liz do it? It's natural for her, flirting and sociable. Well maybe I can I ask her, ugh she is going to be so god damn righteous, about me actually paying attention to my looks. But I guess no pain, no gain!
I can start off small tomorrow.
"So Soul did you fix up with Maka-Chan?" Kid asked innocently, as he checked his handwriting was symmetrical.
"Why do you make it sound as if we are girlfriend and boyfriend?" Soul huffed?
"Where did you get this ludicrous idea of a romantic relationship with Maka from?"
"?Because he secretly wants her.?" Black*Star sang.
"Mr Star please keep quiet." The librarian hushed, books tucked into the crook of her arm.
"Sorry Miss Houtem." Star meekly apologised, as the librarian stalked away. "Old bat" Star muttered.
"So Soul, have you made up with Maka yet? Being the perfect gentleman you are, the chances are you already have. Probably got her roses-"
"Star stop" Kid warned, flickering his golden eyes to Soul's trembling figure.
"Made a ballad to say sorry, singing it outside her window" Star teased on.
"Star shut the hell up, Soul's going to-"
"Black-Star shut the motherfuck up! You don't even know what the fuck you're talking about! She's my friend and I pissed her off, and I apologised. I did that because that's what friends do, and you're acting like a jacked up twat!" Soul cursed loudly, the library was ringing, everyone turned to Soul's angry stance.
"Mr Evans, you should leave, I will not have cursing in the school library. Please leave and consider this as a warning, next time detention." The librarian threatened softly. The three trooped out with their bags on their shoulders, books all smooshed into their arms and left.
In silence they reached their lockers, opened them, stored their books and sheets and closed them with a dull 'clang'.
"I'm sorry."
Soul raised an eyebrow. Kid was still trying to make the inside of his locker symmetrical. Checking the amount of books in each row.
"I know it seems lame and useless right now when we just got kicked out of the library, but you know how I am."
"That's not an apology."
"Hold on I was getting there. Geez, I'm sorry Soul for teasing you really badly. I didn't mean to make you so angry." Star finally apologised.
"Fine, I forgive you." He said reluctantly, Soul puffed out his cheeks, he folded his arms slowly, staring up at the ceiling.
"That woman is insufferable though."
Both Kid and Star sighed, rolling their eyes.
"A smart student, that wretch. Can't believe that she dare insult me, with that unbelievably irritating, uptight mouth of hers-"
"Now imagine that unbelievably irritating, uptight mouth sucking on-"
"Don't finish that sentence unless you want to adopt kids Black*Star"
"Now now lets not get hasty now." Black*Star humoured Soul.
"She's just has always pick a fight, win her battles, make sure that she has the last word in everything. She's impossible!"
"And yet you retaliate to her advances, defend and attack her just as much as she does." Black*Star chirped in.
"Black*Star-"
"Kid you're observant. Tell me that there isn't 'sexual tension' between those two when they have their arguments. Like a magnetic force around them that instantly makes them attract to each other." He inquired.
Kid looked back at Soul, straight ahead them up at the ceiling.
"Well you two do seem to hate each other, on the other hand in most cases, there seems to be a strange attraction between you and Maka-Chan. And you know as well as I do, Maka-Chan has become the male student's main attraction."
"Wh-what? People fancy tiny-tits? You gotta be joking me. I know she's not ugly, like I'd-rather-date-a-toilet-bowl ugly. But people must hate her, they don't think of Maka, like that.. Right?" Soul questioned himself.
Black*Star and Kid raised their eyebrows. Obviously Soul was wrapped up in his own life to care about other people.
"Well let's see then. Here-" Black*Star caught on an arm of a fellow student.
"Hey dude what do you think of Maka Albarn?"
A medium heighted, sandy blonde, average looking kid, shook his shaggy mop of hair.
"Man.. Maka Albarn? You kidding? She's so fricken tight, like she has something up her arse. Like she gave me a dirty look for slapping on some chick's ass-"
"See no one likes her! She's not the hottest girl in school?!" Soul exclaimed.
"Whoa... Who said anything about Maka Albarn not being hot?" The student countered.
"OH BOOLAKASHYA!" Black*Star snapped his fingers at Soul, moving his head in mock taunting gestures as well.
"Continue"
"Well she may be mean and strict, but daymn. I would totally bang that chick. Hell most guys would. Whoever gets to fuck her first will be the luckiest bastard in the world. Fuck you can literally see those pouty lips of hers on you, sucking, biting, whispering. Just imagine those legs wrapping around your hips as you jam your-"
"Shut the fuck up" Soul growled, slamming his hand against the locker, scaring the student away.
"Bollocks, you're right." Soul ran his fingers through his hair, slightly distressed.
"Yeah! Your God is right about everything. But Soul seriously tell me honestly, that you can not imagine throwing her against the wall, when you see her. Or when she starts to insult you, you can't think of anything but to grab her and-"
Soul stormed away, muttering sweet threats against Black*Star.
Kid and Black*Star smirked.
Morning had dawned, and the day started afresh, students chattering as they came in. Soul briskly walked in, trying to avoid the unbearable attention of fan girls. He stayed stationary at his locker, minding his own business, yawning loudly, until he chocked on his breath.
What should of been a prissy, childish looking, pigtailed girl, and in place was the exact replica, however with subtle differences. That everyone could notice. Many more wolf-whistles, Soul had a sudden urge to rip out the throats who did so. A couple of
"Daymn... I would tap that" well Soul would make sure they wouldn't tap nothing, except the hospital beds they would stay in for a least a year.
"Looking good Albarn" a courageous, egoistical looking classmate, with his "casual-smart" look with hipster glasses.
Soul expected a snappy come back, but instead she merely huffed and continued to her locker.
Maka couldn't understand what was so different? All she did was let out her pigtails, so her hair was unleashed ad glimmering in the sun. Auburn, with streaks of brown ran through her soft, satin like her. Liz who squealed for 10 whole minutes, disturbed her grumpy neighbours and had a giraffe toy chucked at her head by an angry Patty. Clapping her hands enthusiastically, and a smirk on her shiny lips, instantly asked
"Now the tomboy, wants tips from the very essence of femininity. Are you trying to impress someone? Someone's name beginning with S maybe-"
"No, he only made a small point. I want to embrace my feminine features" Maka squeaked out, not wanting to fall into Liz's scary and demanding gaze. Liz sighed and stopped, well if Maka wasn't comfortable with sharing her reasons, well she couldn't exactly force her. But maybe she could trick her, and whilst helping Maka she wondered how to look up CERTAIN items without looking suspicious.
Soul noticed her eyes were highlighted even more, with eyeliner with flicks on the corner of her eye. Almost feline like, Soul's eyes had suddenly conjured some cat ears on Maka, making her look cuter and desirable than ever. Man his mind was more retarded then usual.
Her clothes were the same, however small differences made the biggest changes. Her shirt was the same, just one button at the top was undone, giving more view on her elegant, clean, blemish-free neck. Almost hinting a sight of her collar bone as well. Her usual black twin tailed blazer was replaced by a white version. This one clung on her body, her soft sloping shoulders, her narrow waist, tails flapping over her round rump. That was also barely covered by her red checkered skirt. It was short, but no one really noticed, but now. Now was a different case, the skirt length was heightened so
much that it was almost criminal.
Soul's hazy red eyes, half-hooded, could not take his crimson orbs off her. Small pants were once again present, and his brain was taking plenty of mental photos, for later uses.
"Man she looks like a circus trainer. Like a lion tamer." A male voice quite close to Soul, commented
"Hey Alburn you can tame my Lion any time you want!" His friend called out, grinning cheekily. The remark simply bounced off her like a rubber ball.
As there were so many people by the lockers, Soul kicked the two bastards, and felt relief as he whistled away, innocently.
Maka had finally reached her locker, and clicked in the correct combination, as she wasn't that tall, and her locker was at the top, for being in alphabetical order she would have to tiptoe to reach her books at the back of her locker. This also meant that her skirt would rise up a little, and it was already short as it was, after what Liz did to it as well. However Maka had to take the plunge and quickly reach for her books. Anyways it was a millisecond of a flash and no one was really watching.
Little did she know...
A warm hand-shaped heat was on her waist, and another long, limbering arm was in her locker, grabbing her books.
"Shortie you need to be careful."
"Thanks, Dad." Maka rolled her eyes as she took her books from his grasp.
"I'm serious, you need to be aware of people. People are looking at you differently, you're giving more guys signs that it's okay to... Look at you." Soul looked away, scratching his head.
"Oh gee this is coming from a guy who is swarmed by billions of fangirls, all trying to have some sort of physical contact with you. Yeah, not hypocritical at all..." Maka answered sardonically. Closing her locker, she lifted the back of her white, twin-tailed blazer. Instantly Soul patted the tails down, also having a good chance of feeling her ass.
"Soul..."
"What you're trying to look older but it's not working. With all your new look, but you're not fooling anyone. The dress barely covers your ass, no one wants to see your childish knickers. Your blazer still as unfashionable as your life is. Your make-up looks like you smothered jam over your mouth and it's not who you are." Soul commented critically.
Maka annoyed suddenly bellowed out
"I don't give a flying rat's arse about your god damn opinion! What because you are the almighty Soul Evans, and I should hang onto each and every world you say, because you spurt out gold? Because you are the freaking perfect example of accepting people for who they are? Because that is complete and utter bullshit, Soul Evans. Get over yourself, now stuff that in your pipe and smoke it." Maka sassed, and stalked away, with many people watching after her, with shocked looks of admiration.
Soul knew he was lying through his teeth, he actually enjoyed her new look. He dreamed of ripping off her blazer as he would crush her against a wall. Her pixie green eyes boring into his as he took her shiny lips again and again. Soul knew Black*Star had infected his mind, because his mind was imaging her cherry red lips, wrapping around, sucking and his... *ahem* disappearing through her dangerously attractive lips.
Soul groaned and slid down his lockers, arm over eyes. He could shoot himself and Black*Star right now...
Maka's head came down from the clouds, once in her whole educational life she was watching the clock for every minute, as she simply didn't care for the lesson today. Soul thought she looked worse than usual, his words just got to her though. Many people have said many things, but she knew she was oblivious and let it fly over her head. It didn't aggravate her, yet there was something so strange to how Soul's words effected her. It wasn't normal, was it?
The bell ended class, and she stalked up to her locker, huffing.
"Hey baby, I wasn't kidding about taming my lion." The same guy called at her.
"Well sort him yourself, I don't tame douches" Maka's eyes turning into angry slits.
"Don't be the uptight bitch we know you are. Just let loose a little, we can have some real fun." He waggled his eyebrows. Maka made her stance, making a very strong point.
"I said no, so fuck off and smoke your joint elsewhere. I don't hang around with low lives like you" she said with a disdainful look.
"You little bitch! No one denies me what I want!" He pushed her back into her locker. Cruel, cold hands gripping her arms, trying to keep her wriggling form still. Then suddenly they were taken away, and another bang was on her immediate left.
Soul had held the cocky bastard back by the neck, obviously making the attacker uncomfortable.
"You disgust me, Ivan. Get out of here before I really mess you up" Soul threatened and took away his slender hand. Ivan scrambled away, leaving dust in their wake.
"I told you, you need to be more aware of your surroundings. Shit like this happens when you don't pay attention." He lectured, Maka held her head down, a little bowed.
"Also you obviously don't know what the thoughts are running through a guys mind, especially with a girl like you. You are more attractive than you actually believe" Soul advised.
"You just said I look childish-"
"I didn't say guys don't think you're attractive. I said you look childish and strange with make-up on."
"Well do you think I'm attractive then?" Maka asked quickly.
"I lied about before, you didn't look childish. You just had a lot to show. Like I said, You need to credit yourself better, about your looks."
"What did you actually think of when you saw me this morning?" Maka pressed on with her question.
Soul's problem risen, as he remembered saw her legs, the memory of her skirt fluttered up high. That millisecond flash of her lilac panties replayed in his mind plenty of times.
"That is hard to explain" Soul replied.
Sorry for any mistakes, I'm quite tired and I have school! :p night
Chang
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