Maka's POV
"So why do I have to go again?" I ask Jade, crossing my arms, "I don't feel like being near him after what he did." It's been two weeks since It had decided to do what he did at the party and since then I've decided to keep away from him which meant eating in the library and just avoiding his friends in general.
"He wants to apologize for what he did and besides I really need you to tutor me, Jasmine is currently pissed at me for ruining one of her drawings shes been working on for awhile," She explains, grabbing hold of my shoulders. I bite my lip and turn my head to the side, trying not to look into her puppy-dog eyes. She shakes my shoulders slightly before letting go to open her locker.
I sigh and go to my locker, trying to decide what I want to do. "Maybe he's actually sorry," I think to myself, "Or maybe he just wants to get good with the twins since they could actually wreck him." I decide on taking up Jades offer and go with her to see what Soul has to say. Grabbing my backpack I walk over to Jade and motion her to walk ahead.
"I knew you would say yes," She squeals while jumping up and down before grabbing my hand to lead me to her car in the lot. As her car comes into view so does Jasmine, leaning on the passengers side of it. I give a little wave, feeling awkward to have to sit in a car with her despite her being somewhat okay with my presence. She nods her head in acknowledgement.
"I thought you were going to go with Obi," Jade smirks, slinging an arm around her twin, "Did you two get into an argument?" Jasmine shrugs the arm off of her and snatches the keys from Jades pocket and unlocks the door. She motions for us to get in as she starts it up and chooses the song for the ride.
"Yes we got into an argument. He's all pissed cause I wouldn't let him go through my sketchbook and such," She sighs, looking over to a sad-smiling teenager look alike of herself. I plug in my earbuds and decide to give them some time to themselves so it's not like I'm intruding on their personal moment.
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"Alright so lets head up to his apartment so he can apologize for being an ass to you and then raid his kitchen," Jade explains, clicking the button on the elevator. I only nod my head and start to play with the sleeves of my sweater as the doors open, allowing us to step in to my nightmare to be. Jasmine gives me a little side nudge while her sister gives my hand a gentle squeeze.
"Do you think Black*Star is here?" Jade pipes up, looking around me to see her sister. She only shrugs in response and checks her phone. In a blink of an eye the elevator comes to a stop and opens the door to a hallway of doors. As Jade pushes me towards the door the anxiety in my stomach continues to grow, gnawing at my insides, making it impossible for me to think correctly.
"Soul open the door, we have someone you need to talk to," Jasmine states, her higher than necessary to be heard over her banging on the door. As she retreats her hand to her side I catch a glimpse of her tattoo, the colors looking as if they were shining in the light. The door opens, snapping me out of my second of peace. He looks me up and down, showing little to no emotion showing as he opens the door wider to allow us in.
I look around the house. Surprisingly enough it was clean, shoes were right beside the door while coats hung in what I could only assume was the closet on the other side near the door. Waiting patiently for the others to sit somewhere, I stand in between the dining room and living room, taking in the closeness of the rooms. He walks past me and motions for me to sit on the couch as he flops down on the other side, far from me.
Looking over my shoulder a bit to see Jade giving me a thumbs up as her other half raids the kitchen. I take a deep breath and lose my eyes, calming myself down a bit before allowing myself to walk over and sit down, making sure to press my side against the arm rest. Hearing him sigh I look over, accidentally making eye contact and despite telling myself to look I couldn't help get see the hint of guilt in his eyes.
"Look I wanted to say I'm sorry. I can't blame what I did on anything or anyone, it was uncool of me to touch you without having any consent and to play it off as if it were nothing. I was recently enlightened on something like that happening to a close friend it made me feel disgusted that I had done something like that to you even though I don't really like you it was really uncool," He explains, ruining it a bit with the ending.
I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and relax a bit, unclenching my fists to smooth out my skirt as I try to avoid his eye and come up with a response to that. Again I let take a deep breath and respond, "Thank you for apologizing but that doesn't mean I forgive you that easily. You may not want to be my friend which I'm totally alright with but you need to earn your forgiveness." With that I stand up before he can speak and wave goodbye to the twins as I walk over to the door.
As I reach the elevator my legs begin to shake underneath me, giving me the idea they might give out before I can get out of here. The sound of a door opening catches my ear so I turn around, seeing the neighbors of Soul step out with a girl who seems to be my age. She turns around and catches my eye, smiling before she goes the other way. "I wonder how she can deal with Soul?" I think to myself as the elector doors open, allowing me to be engulfed by silence.
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To Be Continued
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