The next day was windy and cloudy. I considered running back into the house and grabbing a jacket, but decided against it. I was standing in Soul's driveway next to his car, waiting for him to meet me.
I always teased him about how he took longer to get ready than I did, and I was a girl. He'd always laugh and motion towards his face, remarking that "this" didn't happen naturally.
The longer I stood out there, the colder I got.
"Goddammit Soul." I mutter to myself, shifting my weight from leg to leg in an effort to warm up. Just as I was about to turn and run for home to get a coat, the door opened. Soul walked out, locking it behind him.
He had on his yellow and black hoodie, his red pants, and converse.
"Good morning." I said, teeth chattering. He looks at my huddled position, and holds up a finger.
"I'll be right back." He said, quickly unlocking the door and dashing back into the house. I groan and lean against the car door, knowing by the time he got back I'd probably have hypothermia.
He ran out of the door, a large sweatshirt in his hands. He locked his door for the second time, and unlocked the car. I threw open the door and sat in the passenger seat, grateful to be out of the wind. Soul slid into the driver's seat, tossing the sweatshirt onto my lap.
"Thank you." I said, slipping it on over my blue t-shirt.
"Anytime." He responds.
He put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. Turning, he roared down the street and towards the school.
"I literally went to bed at 3 am. I got 3 hours of sleep." He said.
"Should you be driving?!"
"Yeah I'm good, just in desperate need of more coffee." He pulled into a Starbucks parking lot, parking crookedly.
"Want anything?" He asks, sliding out of the car.
"No, thanks though." I said. He nods and closes the door. I sit comfortably in the seat, feeling my body warm up from the sweatshirt. The sweatshirt smells like Soul; soap, cologne, and sweat. I inhale deeply, the scent comforting.
I pull out my phone and scroll through social media, waiting for Soul to get back. I glance in the rear view mirror and see him walking out the door holding two coffee cups. I groan and reach over, opening the door for him.
"I said I didn't want anything, Soul." I said, crossing my arms.
He places the coffees in the cup holders and shrugs. "I know, but I would've looked like an ass if only I got something. And looking like an ass is not cool." He explains. I sigh dramatically, earning a grin from Soul.
We make pleasant conversation the rest of the way to school. He pulled into his parking spot at the school. We get out of the car, and Soul grabs his bag from the back and walks over to where I'm standing. We walk to the crosswalk that leads to the forum in the front of the building. I sigh quietly, knowing once we cross the street that I will separate from Soul for the day.
We walk into the forum, and on cue I hear yelling.
"SOUL!" I look over and see Black Star.
His name wasn't really Black Star, but when he was a kid he used to draw stars in black sharpie on his arm. Ever since, the name has stuck.
His group sat on the benches of the forum, laughing annoyingly. Soul smiles and waves, turning towards me.
"You wanna come hang out with us?"
"Do I ever want to?" He sighs.
"I know, just wanted to ask." I smile slightly, picking at my nails.
"I'll see you in English?" He asks hopefully. I look up at him and grin.
"Of course." He reciprocates the smile, and runs off to join his friends.
I climb the stairs to my first period, finding my group of friends sitting huddled around a table. I walk to the far side of the table, next to my closest friend Tsubaki.
"Hey." She whispers, smiling at me. I smile back and take the chair down, listening to Kid and Liz's conversation.
"No! Rowlet is the best starter, it has the crispest design!" Kid argues.
"That's a dumb reason, it looks like it has no clue what it's doing. Litten at least looks slick and smart."
"It's also going to be fire/ground, so watch my water attacks destroy you."
"Kid, let's be real here. Who always wins our battles?" Liz teases. Kid rolls his eyes and sits back, and Liz giggles.
"They remind me of my little brother; always talking about Pokémon." Tsubaki said. I laugh and shrug.
I'd been friends with this group of kids since elementary school. It used to be even larger, but that was before cliques existed and people left. People like Patty, Liz's little sister, Black Star, and even Soul used to be in this group. The entrance into middle school took Patty and Black Star into the popular crowd, leaving our group broken. Soul always remained part of both groups, but because of his friendship with Black Star, he spent more time with the popular crowd. He tends to come over when everyone is at my house, still wanting to remain friendly with this group, but his attendance is more towards the popular crowd.
"Nice sweatshirt." Tsubaki said, tugging on the sleeve. I glance down at it, realizing I still had Soul's sweatshirt on. The design on the front was two lacrosse sticks together, with the words "DCPA Lacrosse" on the front.
"Did you not know I play lacrosse?" I ask, grinning. Tsubaki laughs, and points toward the back.
"Is your last name Evans now?" She asks.
My eyes widen and I take the sweatshirt off, the cold air from the air conditioner blowing onto my now exposed arms. Tsubaki looks shocked as I place it on my lap.
"You didn't have to take it off!"
"No, it's better I do. The last thing I need is people seeing me wearing the Soul Evans sweatshirt."
"What's wrong with that?" I shake my head, and Tsubaki sits back in her seat.
Conversation died down around the table, giving me an opportunity to speak.
"Would any of you be interested in going to the lacrosse game on Friday?" I ask. Looks were exchanged around the table, making my heart sink.
"Frankly no, I have no interest in filthy, manhandling sports and being surrounded by sweaty people." Kid said, fixing his hair. I roll my eyes; such a neat freak.
"If you guys will be there, I'll stay. Patty is going, so I was giving her a ride anyway." Liz said.
"I'll double check with my parents and make sure they don't need me." Tsubaki said, smiling. I couldn't believe how well this was turning out! I wondered what the sudden change of heart was.
"Crona? What about you?" I ask. Crona jumps slightly, her eyes wide.
"I-I guess if everyone else i-is going, I hope it'll be o-okay if I come." She stutters.
Soul was actually the first person to meet Crona. She'd been a new student in ninth grade, and didn't talk to anyone. She was deathly shy, and to try and get her to open up, our teacher sat her next to Soul. Soul acted towards her like he would anyone else; fun and kind. He knew she wouldn't fair well with his friends due to her quiet nature, so he introduced me to her. Ever since, she's stuck around us, and I really enjoy her company.
I smile warmly at her, and she grins nervously back.
"I'm glad you're coming, Crona. Now, we just need to convince Kid t-"
"Absolutely not."
"Come on, Kid! Everyone else is going!" Liz exclaims.
"No! I refuse." He said, crossing his arms and sticking his face in the air. I shake my head, wishing he could just agree with us.
"Kid, we never go out and have fun. We always end up at someone's house, playing video games. This could be a fun time." Tsubaki said quietly. Kid's face softened, and I knew he was now at least considering it. He sighed and rolled his eyes, shrugging.
"Fine. If everyone here would prefer to go to a lacrosse game of all things, I guess I'll go." We cheer, and Kid smiles slightly.
"Good morning, you guys." Ms. Mjolnir said, walking into the room with her bag. Our history teacher smiled warmly at us, tending to always have a soft spot in her heart for our group.
"Good morning." We reply. We separate and move to our seats, awaiting class to begin.
AN: Hey there! I put an authors note at the beginning of the first chapter, but for some reason it didn't save :(
This is somewhat of an OOC story. The characters from the original Soul Eater manga and anime are somewhat like how they're originally written, but I put my own little tweaks in as well.
I really hope this story is as enjoyable to read as it is to write!
~Greenybean