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Chapter 7: Soul

I don't know what Maka's problem is.

I mean, it's not like I'm sleeping around or anything... I get that she's in love with me, but can she seriously blame me? I have no idea who she is! Yeah, I know she's my best friend, meister, and (ex-) girlfriend. But what proof have they given me that can confirm them? I live with her, sure. I seem to get along with her well enough, but other than that, I have no proof.

And, what right does Maka have to be angry at me? I don't date someone unless if I'm truly in love with them. That's just one of my values that I've always had. If I asked Maka out before, I must have really loved her to take a risk like that... And now I've probably screwed up all of what I had worked for before everything went to hell. 

My phone buzzes. A name shows up on the screen, and I'm torn between whether I should be glad or annoyed. I decide on the former, smile, and answer the phone.

"Hi," I say.

"What are you doing?" the voice on the other end says.

"Nothing much... trying to ignore Maka... Not really easy, since she's bawling her eyes out in the living room."

"Why don't you just forget about her... You know you're not right for her." I have a feeling she's grinning on the other end. "Meet me outside of your building in five... We'll go do something." 

I look around my dark room. Walking to my door, I hear some soft sobbing. "No can do. Maka's still out there," I whisper.

"Then tell her the truth... you have a date." 

"At ten o'clock at night?" I ask. 

"Why not?" 

I smirk. After hanging up, I change my clothes into an old band t-shirt and dark jeans. I gently open my door and look into the living room.

The TV is turned off. Maka, her face red and puffy, looks up at me. "Soul?"

"I'm going out." 

I'm about to turn the handle on the front door when she leaps up from her spot on the couch, her clothes all wrinkled. She sprints over to me and stares at me in the eyes. "With who, Soul? With who?" 

"Geez, what's your problem? I told you, we're no longer dating. You don't need to be over protective girlfriend. In fact, I don't want you to be over protective anything!" I shout.

Maka opens her mouth to speak, but can't. Tears drift out of her eyes and down her cheeks. 

I keep a hard face. I can't show any sympathy, even though it's killing me, that I'm hurting the girl that, before, I loved. "I'm sorry, Maka." I dash out the door without another word. 

I run thorugh the hallways to the elevator, in case Maka decides to follow me. If she does, there's no way you'd be able to outrun her. She's a better runner than you are... 

I press the elevator button in rapid succession, having a completely unfounded hope that it would come faster. After a few seconds, I see Maka at the end of the long, colorful hallway, her makeup running all down her face. 

"Maka..." I whisper.

She hardens her expression. "You... asshole," she hisses, sniffing back tears. Once again, she slaps me across the face and dashes back to the apartment without another word. 

Shaken up, I shiver, then take a deep breath. With a ding, the elevator comes, and the doors slide open, revealing Allison. 

I cock my head. "I thought you said you'd meet me downstairs," I remark, but then I hear a strangled sound from behind me. I whip around and see the one face I don't want to see. "Maka... I thought you went back to the--"

"I did, but I heard a voice," she yells from the end of the hallway. She shakes her head, setting her jaw. "I can't believe this..."

"Maka! Get a grip. I don't know who the hell you are. I'm not your boyfriend anymore. It's over. I'll figure out about our partnership later. But for the time being, we're no longer together... we're not even friends," I say, my throat constricting. Did I really just say that? That's the kind of thing that could kill a girl, especially one as sensitive as Maka. God, Soul, you're such a frickin' idiot. 

Before I can even turn around and step next to Allison, pain explodes in my right cheek. My vision goes a little bit spotty. When I turn to Maka, I see that she is holding her right hand. Did she...? 

"We're leaving. I probably won't be back, so don't hold your breath," I snap, backing away from my bitchy partner and into the elevator. I slam down my finger on the "L", and the doors close, leaving me with an image of Maka's heartbroken, shocked face.