A Lesson on Love

The cold winter air was leaking from the window by her desk as she graded that day's tests. Maka Albarn sighed as she slumped down in her seat, finally done with all 90 papers. She was new, fresh out of college but she already had 3 classes a day at one of Death City's finest institutes for young men and woman, although none of Death City's youth was ever really "proper". Maybe it was the way the streets were quiet at night except for all the teens that went to go clubbing before the dawn breaks and it was time for school again.

Maka sighed, thinking how the new Mayor, which happened to be her childhood friend, Death the Kid, was more focused on keeping the city symmetrical than keeping the kids at home, studying, like how kids are supposed to at their age, or at least in her opinion they were.

She sat up straight again, stacking the papers neatly in separate piles by class and then paper clipping each pile in place and then placed all the folders in a binder, which she then placed in her bag. Maka was the organized type, keeping everything where it was supposed to belong and should stay. Her mama had brought her up that way, and she liked it, how she never lost anything, and was always on schedule.

But life like this got boring, she thought sometimes, maybe she should go out with the girls more, or try to find a new boyfriend. Maka was painfully single, but she didn't really mind as much as her friends did. But what was she supposed to do when every guy she's ever met has always been the same. Starting out nice, friendly, but when they got the chance, became wolves in sheep's clothing. She thought about her own father, and she cringed, and quickly cleared the idea of finding someone out of her head.

She headed down to the main office to punch out, and was greeted by the secretary. She said the same thing everything. A "how are you", a "good, thanks", and a "see you tomorrow then". It was boring but she knew that this was probably the most exciting a teaching job could be. She could've been a doctor, and she has the degrees for it, but she had wanted to try teaching, as her teachers had always inspired her.

She thought back to high school, when she still had her hair in pigtails, instead of her current bun, and her plaid skirt and dress shirt. She was the only person who dressed according to the unenforced dress code, other than Ox, but he was an arrogant ass, so they were never friends as much as they were rivals. But she did have friends, no matter how much of a loner she seemed to be. There was Tsubaki, her best friend who she had met freshman year in homeroom, and was from Japan. Maka was half Japanese and could easily talk to Tsubaki in their native language. Tsubaki's boyfriend, Black Star, was an annoying jerk, but he had his heart in the right place, and he was like a brother to her when they weren't arguing. Liz and Patty were like her big sisters, always taking her shopping and showing her the wild side that Death City offered, dragging Kid behind with them.

She smiled slightly at the thoughts and she put on her jacket and heads out the door. She arrives home in around 20 minutes by food to her apartment, a decent sized one bedroom, one bathroom, one kitchen, and small living room. She puts her coat on the coat hanger and takes off her shoes. She leaves them by the door as she changes into her fluffy bunny slippers, which always seemed to ease the pain of standing for 10 hours a day teaching. She goes to her room and puts her bag down on the chair and flops onto the bed, sighing contently. She lies down for a while before getting up and deciding it was time to cook dinner.

Soul had had a long day at work. His students were complete idiots, and lazy, not that he was the most productive person himself. He was a music teacher at Death City's best school for rich kids and although the kids were pretty cool, they didn't really give a crap about their grades, let alone their music grade.

He wondered why he even chose this job over a job at his family's recording studio, and he instantly remembers why. He didn't want to be compared to his brother, the best artist of the century so they say. He puts on his leather jacket as he stuffs his papers in his bag, not that they were important, since they were all 0s anyways. His students were lazy and he couldn't blame them, I mean, how could anybody find learning Italian words they would never use and listening to classical music interesting enough to throw themselves out of their club life and into one of a student?

He strolled out of the classroom and locks the door, and heads to the main office to check out. That's when he noticed her. He had seen her around since the beginning of the school year, about 4 months ago, but never before that. He hadn't been there for long either, only joining the ranks as a teacher about a year before. Her skin was pale and smooth looking, and he noticed how bright her emerald eyes were, and how short her skirt was, compared to all the old ladies he knew that taught there. He watched her leave as his eyes trailed her body as it turned the corner, leaving him curious and interested.

The secretary flirted with him every day relentlessly, and he was honestly kind of tired of it, and he would've rejected her upfront if it wasn't for the fact she never wrote down when he was late to work, which happened quite often. He put on a small fake smile and left to go to his bike, and after a 10 minute drive, he arrived home.

He shook off his shoes and threw his jacket on the nearest chair and sank into the couch. He switched on the television and called for some Chinese delivery since he was way too lazy to cook. Also, cooking was so uncool for guys like him, especially since he had to wear an apron. He shuddered at the thought of him wearing something pink and fluffy and quickly dismissed the thought. He watched television until his doorbell rang and the food was delivered. He paid and ate, and then showered, checked over his papers, and went to bed. It was a routine, and he was getting sick of it, even if it was just a little. It was boring and repetitive and he hated it. He thought about how long it has been since he hung out with the guys, or met some nice girl, who wasn't after his money. Yes, Soul Eater Evans was a spoiled rich boy, but that didn't mean he was dumb, and he wasn't very spoiled. He earned the money he used to eat and buy clothes with, but his parents wouldn't let him choose his own house, stating his taste was just too poor. All he wanted was something to change in his life, something new, and he thought about the newest teacher at his school. He thought about the way her hips moved, how she had subtle curves that showed through her work clothes, and he became more entranced. He would find out more about her, and his eyes closed with a slight smile on his lips about the thought of his new fun toy.

So yeah, a new fanfiction idea? Has this been done before? Probably has, but I don't know D: tell me guys, nicely though, if it has been and this is a complete copy cuz it's really hard to read every single fanfiction this site has to offer, and I really don't want to check. So just tell me.

More to come if you guys really like it ^^ and if you do review and tell me so! Then I shall gather up ideas cuz I wrote this in about 10 minutes, no beta or anything, just a lot of rushed typing.