The following day, Sid Sensei had everybody sit with their partners if they found one the day before. It was a bit awkward given the fact that Soul had kissed me on impulse the other day. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Black Star sitting with the girl he was talking to after school yesterday. Next to me, I could see Soul leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head, eyes closed, his milky white hair falling over his face even though he had a thick sweat band holding most of it back, and a smirk that would make any girl drool.

"S-Soul?" I stammered.

"Yeah, Maka?" He said, opening one eye to look at me.

"Uh, I was wondering if maybe you would like to go out and get something to eat after class," I shyly said.

"What? Like a date? Or as friends?"

"As friends."

"Yeah, totally. Sounds cool. When do you want to meet up?"

"Does 6:30 at the Death Café work?"

"Yeah"

"Awesome, I'll set a re-"

"HEY MAKA! YOUR GOD IS HERE!" yelled Black Star, " oh hey Soul! I see you met Maka."

"Haha, yeah. It was kinda awkward, even for me, the coolest guy on campus," he replied, as he stole a glance at me.

Thanks Black Star for ruining the moment, I thought. But, Soul and Black Star read my facial expressions like an open book, even though I was positive I hadn't made any kind of face.

"OH, IM SORRY MAKA! I DIDN'T MEAN TO BUTT IN LIKE THAT!" Black Star said after he realized that he was unwanted at the moment, "well, I'll leave you two alone. And Soul, take care of her and watch her closely."

"Why do I need t-"

WHACK!

"That's why," I said as I dusted off the spine of my book, "Star calls it a Maka Chop."

"Looks painful," replied Soul as he stared unblinking at Black Star, who was now laying unconscious on the ground.

"Reaper Chop is worse," groaned Black Star as he regained consciousness.

"Oh," said Soul.

I smirked and walked away as if nothing had ever happened. I was known for hitting people on the head with a book long before I came to the DWMA. My mom says that I hit my father on the head with a book when I was just a toddler because he wouldn't read my favorite story to me before I went to bed.

When 6:30 rolled around, I met up with Soul. I found out that his parents died when he was little and only has his older brother, Wes, left. He nearly cried telling me about the day he found out his parents died and that he and his brother where given their parents property and money. For someone who had a lot of money, sure didn't act like it. He told me about when he first met Black Star a few years back. I was shocked when I found out how much I had in common with him, but I think he was more shocked to find out about my rough childhood.

"Wow. So, um, care to walk around a little bit?" He asked, "the day is beautiful."

"Sure, why not? I mean if we're going to be partners, might as well get to know each other a little bit more every time the opportunity presents itself," I half excitedly said.

"Sweet! So, d'ya wanna walk down to my place and chill out on my balcony or just walk around town until the sun goes down?"

"How about we go to your place for a bit, then walk around until the sun goes down, and then crash at your place? Because I really don't want to go back to my father and find him banging some girl he picked up at a bar."

"Haha, I wouldn't either. But, yeah, that sounds like a plan. And, because I'm so kind, I'll even give you a quick tour of my place," he paused and took a swig of his martini before he continued, "as long as your good at remembering things that are done fast, you'll be fine. But, even if you don't remember everything, I'll be more than happy to show you the way, er, direction."

"I'm a brain. I don't even take notes in class, so I'll be fine."

We sat in silence for a while as we finished our food and he ordered another drink. I questioned if he would be good walking to his place, but he told me that he and Black Star go to a local bar all the time and get drunk, so two martinis wouldn't effect his abilities as much as I was thinking they would.

The walk to his place was nice. He lived about 6 blocks away from my place in what felt like a high class community full of snobby rich people who would yell at you just for breathing on their part of the sidewalk. The entire walk I kept catching him glancing at me out of the corner of my eye. When we had been walking for a good 5 minutes or so, he put his arm over my shoulders and left it there until we reached his street, where he removed his arm and laced his fingers in between mine. My heat skipped a beat. I barely even knew him and he barely knew me, but neither one of us seemed to care.

"You-you live here?" I asked as we walked up to his house, shock written all over my face.

"Uhh, yeah. Would you like to live here with me? I-I mean not in that kind of sense but-" he replied, trying his hardest to keep his face from turning red.

"Haha, yes I would. As long as you don't mind me cuddling up with you on the couch when I get cold."

"I wouldn't mind at all," he said, his eyes dancing in the light of his dimly lit entry way, "oh, and sorry about the shitty lighting here."

"It's fine. I actually kinda like the dim lighting," I said, "it makes the perfect romantic setting for when a guy asks his girl to marry him."

He let out a quiet laugh of amusement as he started walking towards what I assumed was the dinning room. But instead, I was greeted by a staircase in a brightly lit room that lead straight up to the other 2 levels of his house. I guess my mouth was open as I looked at it because Soul let out a rather loud, short laugh that snapped me back into reality. And then he started the tour of his place.

His house had 7 bedrooms, 3 1/2 baths, a game room, a wet bar, a massive theater room, a pool, a library full of books, and a mini gym of some sort. The last thing he showed me was my room and where his room was located for whenever I needed a shoulder to cry on or just for no apparent reason. After he finished the tour, we went to his balcony, where we relaxed for a while and played silly games like 21 Questions and Would You Rather. Neither of us had noticed how closely we were sitting next to each other after one game of 21 Questions, nor did either of us care.

"...Okay, I would much rather have to live the rest of my life knowing that I'd never date anyone over having girls constantly drooling over me, begging me to bang them, any day," he said as he took a drink of his coffee.

"I agree," I said as I looked at my phone to see if my father who I hate had spammed me, wanting to know where I was and if I was okay, "oh damn! It's already 9:30!"

"What?!" Soul asked as he nearly choked on his coffee.

"Yeah."

"Umm, can I give you a rain check on the walking around bit?" He asked, cautiously taking a sip of his, probably cold, coffee.

"Huh? Oh yeah, that's fine," I said as I snapped out of my day dream.

"Cool. Night Maka, I've gotta sort out a few things before I actually get in bed," he said as he picked up my empty cup of tea.

As he walked away, I watched him. He was so cool and collected around me and spoke to me as if we had known each other for years. Me, I spoke like I had never spoke with a guy in my life every time I was around him. Do I like him? I asked myself. No, that's impossible. I'm still getting to know him, and on top of that he's now my partner and we made a promise to never start dating. Come on Maka get your head on straight.

I got up and went to my room, changed into the pjs Soul had put at the foot of the bed, and tried to fall asleep. But I couldn't. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding in my chest. After about 10 minutes of struggling to fall asleep, I gave up and walked over to Soul's room. When I reached it, I found him at his desk working on what looked like some kind of paper for his house.

"Soul?" I shyly asked from his doorframe.

"Yeah, Maka?" He replied, not putting down his pen to look at me.

"Umm, I was wondering if I could crash in your room tonight." If that didn't make me sound like I'm 5, I don't know what does.

"Yeah, sure. Just don't hog the sheets because I hate waking up cold."

"Thank you Soul. I won't hog the sheets," I said, feeling relief flood over my entire body, "oh, and sorry for interrupting your work."

"Eh, it's fine. I was actually planning on getting in bed myself after I finished the paper I'm working on right now."

"Okay, don't stress yourself out about it. A little break once in a while won't hurt you."

"I won't, trust me this isn't the first time I've done this kind of stuff."

"Night, Soul."

"Night, Maka."