My first ever fanfic!! I'm so excited, I can hardly type. This is for my friend Sam who I randomly promised to write a Soul Eater fanfic for. Yes I know everyone's OOC, but...oh nevermind I have no excuse. I wish my siser could reas this, but she hates Soul Eater and she would probably look at the things I wrote about her in my profile.

Disclaimer: If I owned Soul Eater...I would completely ruin it! :3

A new day at Shibusen started a new year for many students at Shibusen. Some had been waiting for this day with gleeful anticipation; others did not give a shit. The freshman that were starting this year gathered together in the gym for one of those stupid inspirational talks about how they should try their best. One student in particular didn't want to be there. His name was Soul Eater Evans and he sat in the back, judging the new girls like all hormone-crazy teenage boys did. However, he had a secret; he was the son of one of the richest families in the world who seemed to own stocks in everything. Though a secret is a secret, this one was absolutely not known by anyone besides Soul's family. Which led Soul to believe that his father was involved in some illegal things. Soul lived a comfortable life, so he didn't really care much. Currently he lives alone in a 2-bedroom apartment (which his parents thought necessary, for some reason.)

Truth be told, Soul was not a virgin. He was already 16, but had somehow gotten held back, so when he should have been a sophomore, he was a freshman. Which sucked because he was still forced to go to school that first day and walk through a school he already knew he way around. Of course, his age made him all the more attractive to freshman girls, that and his looks. Soul liked to describe himself as cool; with red eyes that were overshadowed by a black hat that had white, spiky hair sticking out from under it. He dressed normally enough, but a well-trained eye could see his clothes were expensive. Over all, Soul had everything going for him until his homeroom of that second day of class of his second year in high school.

Soul was slouched in the back of the classroom when their peppy teacher told them they had two freshmen joining their "happy group." He sniggered and whispered to Liz (they were friends of a kind,)

'"Happy group?" What the hell does she think this is, kindergarten?"

"Wait'll you see the freshies! I hear one's a nerd and the other's OCD." She replied with a laugh.

While Soul and Liz were having their conversation, two 14-year-olds walked in. One was slightly taller, dressed in a tidy suit with black hair that had 3 horizontal stripes on the left-front part. What the hell? Thought Soul, but then his eyes fell on the girl. She had dirty blonde hair drawn into pigtails and her dangerously beautiful green eyes were narrowed into a glare that seemed directed at the world. Her short plaid skirt revealed just enough smooth, white leg that Soul was almost drooling, while her chest was carefully concealed under a baggy black sweater. In a daze, Soul stared at her with his red eyes open in astonishment. He had never found a girl so attractive before. Liz was talking but he didn't hear until Patti's fat head blocked his view.

"Deathe the Kid? What the hell!? Is that a freaking joke? And what's with the baggy swea- "

"Dammit Liz, what's her name?"

Soul growled almost ready to kill her for insulting the girl. Liz just stared at him in surprise. She assessed his lusty gaze and his twisted smirk that just screamed predator with its pointy teeth. A small twinge of sadness ran through her at the sight. She liked Soul and they had dated in their first year of high school, but she would rather be his friend than his fan girl.

"Her name's Maka. I thought you didn't date girls in homeroom." Liz couldn't conceal her distaste, but Soul was so smitten he didn't notice. He tched and said.

"I don't date, Liz. Dating's not cool. See ya!" The bell for students to leave homeroom rung and Soul was already hurrying after Maka. He didn't walk as fast as he could have though, because he was busy enjoying the way her skirt swished as she walked. Then he was introducing himself, palms sweaty as if he was nervous. (A/N oh Soul, you're too cool to admit you were nervous. –shakes head in shame-)

"My name's Soul. Soul Evans and I've been chosen to be your guide today." Good, he was smooth, cordial and cool.

She wasn't affected though, and her glare this time was fully directed at him. It gave Soul shivers and he wanted to jump on her and kiss that cold look from her face. Deathe the Kid decided to pop in to the conversation then (if you could call it that) and told Maka he'd see her later. Smirking, Soul watched him turn down a different hallway and tried to throw his arm around Maka's shoulders. She had already ducked away though, and Soul was left to ponder what was under her sweater. It wasn't a wasted venture though, as Soul changed direction and headed towards the principals office. He was going to barter with him until his schedule was exactly like the one in his hand.

Maka thought about the annoying boy with red eyes. He was obviously going to be a bother and though she could take him in a fight, she didn't want to risk being expelled. As long as she was in school and stayed in it, she didn't give a damn about it. Her skirt seemed to elicit more whistles this year than last, which made her wonder about wearing pants. Maka really was sexy, her build was petite and her legs were long, lanky and smooth. The only thing that displeased her was her chest size, she desperately wished it would grow. Her main goal in life was to get so damn appealing that no boy could resist her, and then trample them all and give the damn girls permanent self-esteem issues.

She arrived at her first hour class and saw the damn white haired pervert standing outside. (A/N Maka likes to swear a lot when she gets mad.) He was quite obviously waiting for her so she lurked out of sight until just before class started and then approached him. A small smile crept over her face when she caught his eyes raking down her body as walked up to him and gave him her seductive smile. She almost closed the small gap between their lips. Just as his hands started to move up her skirt, she nailed him in the balls with her knee.

It was fourth hour before Maka saw Soul again. He had regained his aura of coolness and she effectively ignored his attempts at conversation until the end of the hour. She was taking the last of her notes when the bell rang and when she glanced up; most of the class had already disappeared. Of course when she stood up to leave, Soul was there with a very creepy smile that revealed his pointed teeth. Maka tried to dodge around him, but he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall, immediately pressing himself against her to prevent her from escaping. She knew his weakness now though so, when she faked kneeing him in the groin, she expected his cringing retreat and was able to bring her leg up in an amazing roundhouse kick that nailed him solidly on the head. Soul collapsed, but he smiled as he pictured that flash of black and purple polka dots he had glimpsed.

Maka practically ran to the lunchroom. That disgusting white haired boy made her want to murder someone. Preferably him. After she went through the line to get her daily ration of slop she looked about for her friends. The lunchroom was huge, and only the distant sound of her idiot friend Black Star yelling about his greatness allowed her to locate them. She began the long trek over to their table and, to her great surprise Soul was trailing along behind her.

"Shouldn't you be knocked out?" She gave him a glare over her shoulder but he just smiled.

"I have a very hard head Maka. You should stick with the groin if you want to hurt me."

Maka huffed and went back to ignoring him. He chattered on about nothing in particular and only when he mentioned her destination did she actually listen.

"Why the hell do you hang out with such freaks?" Soul's voice was angry, probably because he wanted to sit by her to molest her. However he was about to discover Maka's friends was a taboo subject. They were her only joy in life, so she twirled on her heel to face him, a maneuver that caused boys nearby to lean back to see if they could catch a glimpse up her skirt. She paid them no heed and focused her glare on the lazy red eyes in front of her.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm a freak. Maybe it's because none of them are perverted like you. Or maybe it's because I like one of them."

She tossed the last sentence over her shoulder with a malicious smile. Soul felt like he had been slapped. One because she knew he liked her and she knew just what would injure him already. Two because he was jealous over a girl he wasn't intending to fall for. Third because she had a way to make him feel guilty about all his flings with most of the girls around his age. He sat down with Liz, quite shaken at the sudden hole her words had torn in his chest.

Liz and Patti were being quite obnoxious, arguing so loudly they turned heads. Definitely not cool, thought Soul. He did have experience dating girls like Maka, but they had usually come around by this point. So he sat and pondered what to do, his gaze absently tracing the progress of Liz and Patti's food fight. Then he caught sight of a weird looking freshman nerd, and he grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the hallway.

"Do you know Maka? Green eyes, pigtails, plaid skirt?" Shit, somehow the skirt had slipped out. Ox stared at him with a baffled expression that slowly turned into recognition of his academic rival's name.

"Yeah I know her. Why the hell do you want to know?"

"I need you to find out her likes. And dislikes. And everything else. Please!"

Soul flinched at his own begging, but he would do anything to get Maka and mend the tear in his chest. Ox could see that clearly and he took some time to think before answering. This snowy-haired boy was obviously lusting madly after Maka and he though if maybe they could get together, Maka's grades would drop and then he would be first in their class. So it was that Ox said something he would regret saying later, snickering a little at the trouble it would cause for Maka.

"Well…I heard she doesn't have anywhere to live currently."

Soul gaped at Ox in dumb founded amazement before gathering his wits and thanking him. The second lunch was already starting to trickle in to the lunchroom and he hurried off to 5th hour to get there before Maka and plan out his strategy. He knew he was going insane, but he was starting not to care. All he knew was that Ox's words had started a series of visions in his head of Maka walking around his apartment half-naked. It was too tempting, but he needed to win her over and get her to move in with him. If he could just to get to know her better and show her how kind he could be…Soul decided to give himself until Friday to get her to move in.

Maka left the lunchroom when she saw people walking in. She didn't want to be late for class. Kid immediately hurried to catch up, he had seen her and Soul talking angrily and he wanted to know if she needed his help. He was the principal's son after all.

"Who was that white-haired kid?" He watched closely as her face twisted into a quick scowl before smoothing out again.

"That was Soul."

"Is Soul nice to you?"

"O-of course! I have to get to 5th hour."

"I wish we had more classes together. Maybe we should meet at your locker between classes."

"Uh…sure. Bye!" Maka ran away. She didn't…didn't…need Kid getting mixed up in this. The only one who had helped her when she was getting bullied was Black Star; Kid was too innocent to get missed up in this, too naïve.

Maka arrived at 5th hour right before class started and Soul watched her frown as she took the only seat left that was by him. He knew bits and pieces about this petite girl who rejected him, and he desperately wanted to know more. He zoned out, cataloguing all the things he knew about her until he saw she was taking notes on the lecture. Her face was so cute; he just wanted to jump on her. Again. Maybe I am a pervert, he thought dejectedly. But then 5th hour was over and Maka was gone, not wanting a repeat of the end of 4th hour. Soul caught up though and called her name.

"What the hell do you want Soul?" She was pissed. The retard just couldn't leave her alone.

"I just thought we got off on the wrong. I was a bit horny and perverted this morning and I want another chance. To just be your friend. Please Maka? Oh please say yes, I won't hit on you anymore! Please, please pl-" Soul knew he sounded uncool, he just didn't care. He wanted Maka's forgiveness so bad but it seemed like she wasn't even listening.

"Soul…Fuck off." Soul flinched and just as he thought it couldn't get worse, it did. Kid popped up out of nowhere and butted into their conversation.

"Is this boy bothering you Maka? I could have him removed." What the hell?

"Oh no Kid. Soul's not a bother. Not at all." Maka forced a smile, wishing Kid would leave.

Soul was really confused. He obviously was a bother to Maka, so why didn't she tell Kid? Unless…she didn't want her friends help. They arrived at 6th hour, Foods, together with Soul still lost in thought. The teacher assigned them partners because the cooking stations were for two people only. Soul didn't really care though; at least until Maka grabbed his arm and dragged him over to their table. He started panicking, inappropriate thoughts flashing through his head before halting on one. Maka. Wearing an apron. Just an apron. It was too much, he had to go ask the teacher to change partners, but Stein was already teaching.

"Listen, no feeling me up or perverted thoughts. You wanted friendship, prove it. We have to deceive Kid; I don't need his help dealing with you."

Soul was losing his mind. So he used an old trick he had taught himself back when he didn't know how to get rid of his fan girls. He left his mind, completely. The only part he left functioning was the response to commands. At the end of the hour bell, he returned and saw that all they had done was cut up a chicken for tomorrow. (A/N Ha-ha, Stein still likes to dissect things!) Maka actually gave him a smile though, one that he gladly returned. She pulled him out of class and waved to Kid.

"Come on Soul, we have math next!" Maka felt abnormally happy, but she was too happy to care.

"Ah shit. I hate math. Damn numbers don't make sense." Maka just laughed and Soul smiled. She had a beautiful laugh.

Kid watched the two leave, Maka dragging Soul along, and smiled. Maka had actually laughed; it was her first in a very long time. (A/N actually it was 5 years but Kid hasn't known her that long.) Pulling out his cell phone, he texted Black Star, spreading the good news. Kid thought there was something shifty about the way Soul shifted emotions, but he was too happy to care. Black Star texted him back, saying, What? How could the amazing Black Star have not been the first to make her laugh? And why couldn't he hear it?!" Despite what people might think upon seeing that message, Kid knew that Black Star was really happy. They both cared for Maka and any time she was happy, they were.

Soul was overjoyed. He had pleased Maka, making her so happy that he even dared to invite her to move in. It was risky, but this was too good of a chance to pass up. So with a minute left in the hour, he broached the subject.

"I heard you don't have anywhere to live." Yes he was coming off concerned. That was cool and good.

"W-what? Who told you that? Of course I have somewhere to live." She tried to come off light, but was really panicking. How could he know her secret?

"Well…I just want you to know if you need a home, I have an extra bedroom. Here's my address."

Soul slipped away after that, not wanting to be around when she exploded. He hurried to the grocery store and then to his apartment. There was no reason not to have his house cleaned and his fridge stocked in case she accepted, though judging by her facial expression, she wasn't coming. It still never hurt to be prepared.

Maka stared after Soul, seeing him disappear again and again. He knew. He knew her secret that no one else knew. Quaking violently and feeling as if she was being followed, Maka stumbled out of the classroom. She knew an anxiety attack was coming, and she quickly looked around for a dark space to confine herself in. A janitors closet nearby served well so she crept in closed the door and huddled down on the floor. When it struck, it took her straight back to her first ever anxiety attack.

Wow. It was so long in Word, but now it's...short-ish? Anyway, I apologize again for making them OOC and you'll find out why Maka's so bitchy in the next chapter. Yep, I hope to update in a week ~ maybe? It's hard because my sister only lets me on her computer for a bit, and sometimes I have to do homework instead of typing. Well I guess I should tell you to read and review! So do it! because the nice author told you to! ;D