I have my final English exam, and I don't exactly care nor is it important, so meh. I'm writing again, I should pick up some steam before my geography trip.:P Enjoy.
Last time:
"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.
Soul hit his head repeatedly against his locker, the hollow sound ringing after every bash. His mind was stupidly on repeat, replaying that little, yet extremely memorable flash of her god damn adorable underwear. Grabbing his face he hit his head even faster against his locker.
"That is hard to explain" God who did he think he was? A douche, those uncool, conventional, dirty minded teenage boys, who has to use stupid dirty innuendos in every sentence. How uncool was he?
"Oi, oi, oi! OI! Stop, or you'll get concussion!" an otherworldly voice was just behind him, until a strong hand pulled back his head, and a familiar grin.
"What's with the head bashing? Trying to get rid of something?" Black*Star hinted.
And here was the prime example of the douchey, uncool, conventional teenage boys. Soul merely rolled his eyes, rubbing his sore forehead.
"No dumbass, I just realised how stupid I am." Soul groaned, running his fingers through his unruly snowy hair. Black*Star chuckled, he could only imagine who Soul was talking before then.
"Maka? Another argument?"he predicted.
"Yes and no. Not exactly."
"Oh, you said something diiiirrrty,~" Black*Star singsonged, dancing with his index fingers up, face gleeful.
"When did you get so insightful? Maybe that crush on Tsubaski is helping you alot, you're not as much as ass even more" Sul commented.
"Dude, could you say it even louder?"
"Yeah sure: BLACK*STAR HAS A CRUSH ON TSUBAS-" Soul managed to get out before Black*Star muffled him out with his hand.
"You're so not cool dude. And that's disgusting don't lick my hand you're not a dog." and punched "friendly" Soul. "I hope she didn't hear-"
"Hi Black*Star~"
Black*Star immediately straightened his posture, pulling his clothes straight and pulling his hair back. "He-ey Tsu- Tsubaski. You're looking good today."
"Oh thanks, you too. Hi Soul." She replied.
"*cough*He-Hi Tsubaski" Soul coughed out, before Black*Star neatly hit him in the guts, doubling up in laughter and in pain.
"Oh, Soul you okay?" Tsubaski gently patted Soul's back. Black*Star catching the unwanted contact, he grasped at Tsubaski's small wrist, just barely realizing what he had just done. Soul looked up and almost bursted out of laughter, tears leaking out of his eyes. Black*Star merely kicked over Soul pulling Tsubaski closer, trying not to notice her soft skin, and sweet fragrance, and how shiny her hair was.
"Er Black*Star, you're holding my wrist too tight. It hurts."
"Oh! Stupid me, I'm sorry!" quickly releasing her wrist, putting his hands behind his back, like the dork he was. "Anyways what's up?"
"Oh, right. Dr Stein paired us up for the dissection work, for both written and practical. So do you wanna meet up sometime to start?" She asked, Black*Star couldn't help notice her new found confidence, and it was pretty cute. How he wanted to make her blush again. Black*Star wanted bash his head against his locker too now.
"Black*Star? Black*Star? Are you okay? What's wrong with you two today? You're so silly." She said with a refreshing smile. Black*Star could see the soft sunshine behind her, with the leaves rushing in with the wind. Like in manga and anime.
Inner Black*Star: I just wanna hold her forever.
Outer Black*Star: Dude, I know too. Man she makes me set my nerves on fire. This girl gives me the
Inner Black*Star: Woah boy, hold your horses. She's still present.
Outer Black*Star: I have to get back she's looking at me weirdly with those sparkly eyes. I could swim in those-DAMN IT!
"Sorry, yeah let's meet up. Can we meet up at your house, because mine's getting fumigated." Black*Star lied smoothly, he had an instant flash of the massive pile of dirty dishes in his sink, the masses of empty food packets all over the table and sofa. His queen, should not sit in such filth.
"Oh okay, tomorrow then. Here is my address and number" grabbing his hand, ignoring his blush, and trying to control her own one too, and inked it onto his large, warm, rough hand. Black*Star held his hand delicately by the wrist, he was never going to wash the hand again.
"Bye Black*Star, Soul you're paired with Maka-chan. See you around" looking down at the curled up Soul, waved and left.
"Dude, "Oh Tsubaski you're looking good" nice" Soul mimicked.
"Oh shuddap, you're funeral is next week, because you and Maka are paired for partners. Look 50 bucks she gets you first with the dissection knife." Black*Star dodged the kick from Soul.
"Yeah, probably so." Soul laughed, trying not to show what he was actually thinking.
Him, Maka, Alone.
Her tiny, lithe body, close to his.
Their arguments, satisfyingly snarky, that pretty mouth shouting witty insults back at him. How delightful, wonderful, wonderfully arous-
*ahem* Wonderfully educational, he meant.
"Dude, stop thinking of naked images of Maka and get to class" Black*Star bashed his maths textbook on his head, stopping all thought processes.
"Didn't you want me to stop getting concussion."
"Yeah when you don't make me look stupid in front Tsubaski. Black*Star ruffled Soul's hair.
"There she is."
"Is she alone, SoulLuver28?"
"Yeah, let's go!"
Maka sighed, as she closed her locker, Soul was acting weird, Tsubaski was worrying over about talking to Black*Star. Lots and lots of assignments, and to top it off she and Soul would be paired together in Dr Stein's damn dissection project. The freak teacher really needed to see a psychiatrist. Oh wait he would probably dissect that person too. Best to leave some things alone. To dissect.
"Maka Alburn" A strong, confident alluring voice.
"Hmm?" Maka's tired half-hooded eyes widened at the pretty red head with two other fairly pretty girls flanking her. Their faces, obviously smeared with make-up with hardened expressions.
"We are the first three original leaders of the Soul Love Eater fanbase! N.O 1 Member and chairman Julia Ley! Flashing her card with a cartoon Soul on the back.
Maka narrowed her eyebrows, pursing her lips together.
"I am Isabella Peach. Member N.o 2, vice-chairman." Also flashing her card and flicking her hair. "No flicking your hair, that's my thing." Julia whispered.
"Err, whatever Julia it's my thing. You just stole it." She back-chatted. Maka seriously wanted to laugh, she saw stupid romantic animes, and saw cliche chick flicks. But dear god how did this become real life? Maka let a small bubble of laughter through her lips.
"The target finds this amusing! Show her Julia!" The third, nameless Soul Stalker girl pointed out.
"Oh you find our admiration amusing? You are so disrespectful."Julia gave Maka a disdainful look.
"I didn't laugh, I just find your 'admiration' idiotic and time wasteful. Do you actually spend your time talking about that bleached, spiky haired twat?" Maka insulted.
"Do not insult our dear Soul-Sama."
"He's not better than us in social standings, so that title doesn't even make sense, bimbo." Maka corrected.
"How dare you call me a bimbo. I'll show you-"
"What's 12 squared?"
"umm 24? Look I have no time for this, stop stalling coward."
"Ohh big word there Julia. Did your nanny teach you that? But what she didn't teach you was basic maths. 12 squared is 144. Look. 12 times by 12 is 144. A number bigger than 100."Maka patronized.
"You brat! How dare you! You little slut, and you talk about being smart, well what you don't know is that Soul has already embraced me. With his love."
"Oh calling me a slut, look at yourself in the mirror first, then go down town see how much money you make." Maka gave Julia her scary eyebrow look.
"Oh look who is calling me a slut the one that secretly meets up with him. He must feel sorry for the ugly duckling in this school." Julia's ebony eyes cut into Maka.
"Julia stop it." A calm, yet resentful voice came over.
"Soul~" Julia's evil- soul sucking eyes turned into shy and playful. Her expression softened coy and sweet.
"Why are you grilling Maka? Why are you making up ridiculous rumors? Me and Maka do not secretly meet up, you disgust me Julia." Soul glanced at the blushing Maka. Why? Why did he want to stroke that blush until it burnt him.
"Sorry Soul, but I can not lie. We have proof of you two meeting up. Here, you must be regretting it" handing Soul the picture, ignoring the last part of his previous statement. And there it was, in front of him. Maka looking up at Soul, both of them holding the box of macaroons, Soul staring intently at her.
"You have been falsely informed. This has been obviously photoshopped. Don't do something as idiotic again. Leave." Soul dismissed, and they immediately dispersed.
"Sorry." Soul groaned, pressing his palm into his eyes.
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry for what I caused you. I didn't ask for these girls to come after me. I don't understand why."
"You're seriously asking yourself that?"
"Why? You wanna add your sarcastic input?" Soul smiled. A hit of the usual reality was always good.
"No, it's not as if you're toilet bowl ugly. You are handsome, tall and smart. It's not as if people ignore you. And your hair is quite, unusual."
"Do you remember when you thought I bleached it?"
"Yeah, but seriously. Girls turn heads, because of your looks, and your attitude, and stature..." Maka eventually stopped, realising what she just said. Did she just betray herself?
"You were saying?" Soul stalked closer to Maka, grinning. His sharp teeth showing, Maka caught her breath. She always found his teeth strangely intriguing, she wondered how they feel, brushing against her heated skin.
"Erm.. Why do you care what I think? I thought the wonderful, almighty Soul care about little'ol Maka Alburn's snarky comments?" Trying to divert the conversation.
"Since this is coming from the girl who usually calls me an arrogant fat head. I just want to see what makes me so...desirable to women." His tall stature, towering over her tiny figure. Leaning his head on the locker, a few centimeters above her ashy blond hair. He caught the small whiff, honey and mango. Such a lovely and exotic scent. Like that exotic-looking red jewel bikini. The soft cotton, and the long strings tempting him to untie the precious and rare jewel. Was it too dangerous to be this close? This close to losing his mind, his control.
"Uhh, you're just-just confident, and you-your teeth. I always found them umm interesting." Maka looking at Soul's flat chest, trying to ignore his warm breath on her head. Trying not to sink into the ground. Damn did he like her? or was he merely playing around with her?
"Oh what's so interesting about them? Do you like how sharp they are? How they look? Tell me." His hand, shook to gently hold her pigtail, how it was almost like the finest silk. Soul's mind was crashing, throwing his images of Maka's hair, messed up, by his own hands, because of certain activities. Soul groaned, that great elevating feeling running allover his body, how it was pumping him in every single way.
"Soul, look you know how you look. You don't need to get a god damn ego boost! Stop playing around feelings, you think it's okay to mess around with people? Well I'm sorry I'm not submissive like all the other girls!" Maka slid from under Soul facing his surprised face.
"Maka why are you angry? I haven't even done anything to you. Oh do you like me? Do you wanna join that lame club?"
"No of course not! But why are you acting nice then an idiotic douche. You're so confusing!" Maka huffed, trying not to show her blush, no embarrassment.
"Maka, look just because you're not like the other girls, not so confident and pretty-" Soul stopped instantly.
"See what I mean. I know you think I'm ugly just don't fricken lie to me. One of the few reasons why I'm still your friends, is because you never lied to me, you always told me how it was and you never, ever contradicted yourself.
"It slipped out of my mouth. Maka I'm sorry, you said you never cared about what other people thought about you"
"Well since you agree with the brats, that I'm ugly and that I seemed to have no confidence. Well Soul look at where we are. In high school, where everything changes. You do realise that all girls, no matter what care about what their friends think about them. Sorry if I can't fight genetics." Maka threw back.
"Maka I didn't mean that, I just mean you're too stubborn and fiery. You have to always win!" Soul growled.
"You always have to fight me, I only win, because that's how I survive. Surely you know that."
"Stop making a pity party of yourself. Your mother and father left you several years ago. You make yourself seem like little miss orphan."Feel-sorry-for-me" other people have crap too."
"Is that right? That when I say I can't go on trips because I have a job that pays my rent, because I have no parents. Everyone just thinks it's a rouse to make everyone feel sorry for me. Well I'd hate to show you Soul, but that's life. I haven't seen my parents since I was 7. I'm sorry they left me with absolutely nothing to go on with. It's all my fault." Maka's eyes started to look glassy. Soul wanted to punch himself. How did it turn into this? He didn't even think this, he thought Maka was one of a kind, rare and magnificent.
"Maka I'm sorry."
"What? Sorry you said this? or Sorry I didn't tell you how desirable you are to woman?"
"Maka, just accept my apology! What more can I do?"
"Stay away from the ugly duckling, I don't need you or this." Maka pushed her hand out to create a barrier between her and Soul.
"No, you need me, because I need you. And for god's sake you're not ugly! You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Soul grabbed her outstretched hand, pulling her into him. Her heavy textbooks dropped to the floor, the pages spread wide, creasing the pristine backs.
"Soul get off me!"
"Maka I fucking need you. Okay. You're the only thing that doesn't make me lose my mind. Just let me have this."
"S-Soul.."
"Please, Maka just let me have you" sighing and lowering his head down.
His blood red eyes had never knew how emerald her eyes sparkled.
How there were 18 adorable freckles sprinkled across her nose.
How small and dainty her nose was.
Just how close their lips were, and how delicious they looked. It was a sweet press of lips, holding the back of her head, with his large hand. His warm tongue dancing over her delectable lips. How her blush increased tenfold when she kissed him back. Like she was finally accepting him.
Breaking for oxygen, Maka ran for it. Her head spinning from - Oh god she couldn't even say it. Tears were racing down her cheeks, until she ran into a rather hard object.
"Oh sorry!" She slightly bowed her head, hiding her tears.
"Maka-Chan. What's wrong? You can tell me." Kid stood there, kind and sweet, his golden eyes twinkling.
"Sorry Kid, it's another idiotic fight with Soul." Wiping away her tears on her sleeve.
"Here have a tissue, you wanna talk about it? or forget and get coffee?" Kid offered.
"Coffee, I'll pay."
"No, it's on me. What gentleman would I be if I didn't help a lady."
"Erm. Okay. I'll let you have it this time." Walking side by side with Kid.
Soul picked up her fallen books, trying to stop that stupid cat-like grin creeping up on his mouth. Until he caught Maka and Kid, conversing. Kid always seem to get along better with Maka, than the other girls. He was the one that always hinted at Maka's attractiveness. Did Kid like Maka?
"No, it's on me. What gentleman would I be if I didn't help a lady." Soul heard. Kid had that strange look in his eye. He had never asked a girl out before. Well not on his initiative. What is Maka to you Kid? Soul question his mind.
"Maka just let me have you."
I'm tired and it's 2:07. I have to eat breakfast early tomorrow. So PLEASE REVIEW. Hopefully no mistakes. Good night. x