Oh yeah, totally third Bleach fanfic! I do NOT own Bleach, (but in a perfect world...) and I do own just one character in this story, so please, bear with the OCness.

What if the Bleach world wasn't split up into multiple dimensions, and most of the charcters attended or taught at a high school? I know, it's been done before, but, this is my own little rendition of it.

Ichihana, a girl known amongst the school, calmly walked down the hall and unlocked her locker. No special decor, just a plain tannish locker. She took out her Mathmatics textbook, shoved it in her briefcase, and just when she was about to close her locker, a hand touched her shoulder. She shut her locker while she swiveled, turning around to find out that it was just her boyfriend, Grimmjow.

"Oh, hi, Grimmy. You scared the hell outta me." Ichihana said, sighing. Light blue hair, dark blue eyes, perfectly chiseled muscles that you could see through his uniform-- what more could a girl ask for? Yeah, and he also allows nicknames.

"Sorry, Hana. Just wanted to say hi before our next class." Grimmjow grinned, taking his hand off of her shoulder.

One of Ichihana's eyebrows went up, "Grimmjow, we have math together, though."

"Yeah, but knowing that Aizen bastard, he won't let us talk, let alone kiss." he explained, pulling her into an intense kiss. Her mouth played against his while his tongue slid into her mouth, exploring the moist cavern.

"Hey, hey, we're in school. Not a movie theatre." Principal Yamamoto said as he walked by.

"Hmph," Ichihana said against his lips. He broke away from her, taking his time as he did.

"Well, I'll see you in math class." Grimmjow said, winking as he walked away.

"Nuh-uh. Stop trying to be cool." Ichihana said.

"Comes to me naturally, babe!" Grimmjow yelled halfway down the hall.

Ichihana smiled to herself as she walked to math class down a different path, a shorter one. She had a habit of being the first one to math class, resulting in some interesting chats with Aizen.

"Hello, Ichihana." Aizen said in his trademark "soft but stern" voice.

"Hello, Aizen-sensei." Ichihana said, setting her briefcase down on her desk. She walked back to where Aizen was standing.

"So, how's my best student doing?" Aizen said, rubbing the bottom of her chin with his index finger. Yeah, the convos usually started like this, with Aizen sexually harassing Ichihana. Ichihana didn't think of this as comfortable, but then again, she thought if she resisted, he would do something WAY worse to her.

"Best as a high school girl can get, I guess. I have a boyfriend, "A" average grades, pretty nice home life," Ichihana said, considering her parents died a few years ago, "Like I said, best as a high school girl can get." Ichihana thought about her statement. Boyfriend? Have I ever told Aizen that I was dating Grimmjow? Then again, I probably didn't on purpose, considering Grimmjow isn't the best guy on the planet.

"Boyfriend? I didn't know you had a boyfriend." Aizen said, backing Ichihana up against a wall, "What's his name?"

"Um, you know the blue-haired boy that sits next to me in here?" Ichihana said. I really didn't wanna tell him this.

Please tell me he has a brother and she's dating him. Aizen thought. He couldn't stand the thought of his star student dating such an under-achiever like Grimmjow Jaquerjaques. "D" average student, class clown, no parents to discipline him, he is the worst choice for Ichihana-chan, "Yes,"

"Yeah, that's him." Ichihana said, blushing a bit, letting her brown hair fall into her face. Aizen lifted Ichihana's chin with two fingers and brushed the hair out of her face. Ichihana's eyes widened and she blinked a few times.

"How did a loser like him land a catch like you?" Aizen asked.

Loser?! He is so not a loser. He's the best boyfriend a girl could have! He's so nice, so gentle with me, so good in--, wait, I might as well stop myself there. "He's not a loser." Ichihana said. She wasn't gonna lose this fight depending on how Grimmjow sat with Aizen.

"Tell me why." Aizen commanded.

"What?" Ichihana asked.

"Tell me why he isn't a loser."

"Well, he's sweet--"

"Pushover."

"He's gentle--"

"Pushover."

Ichihana thought about what she was about to say next. Should I tell him this? It'll get him offa me. Literally.

"He's, um, good... um, in--"

"He's...?" Aizen asked.

"He's good in bed." The words came out of her mouth in one big slur, but Aizen is smart and sorted them out in his head.

"He's... good in bed?" Aizen said then swallowed. He never thought He'd hear this come out of his number one students's mouth.

"Yeah. You know--"

"No, I know what you mean, but... you guys are in high school!"

"So? It's not like it's not safe. He uses a condom every time." Ichihana said bluntly.

"I could alert the authorities!" Aizen said.

"Um, what we're doing isn't against the law. It's not like he's raping me, and we're both the same age." Ichihana said.

Aizen growled. He hated it when people could prove him wrong. He thought about it. Yeah, what they're doing isn't illegal, but it's still wrong! It figures, you know? The all "A" student falls for the bad boy. Heh, it always works that way.

"Anyway, Aizen-sensei, if you're going to be interested in anyone, go for Mastumoto-sensei." she said, tilting her head toward the peotry classroom door, two doors down.

"But doesn't she date Ichimaru?" Aizen asked.

"Not anymore. She broke up with him a week ago. She's been a wreck ever since." Ichihana said, holding her finger up pointedly.

"Oh. Do you really think that's such a good idea?" Aizen asked.

"Yeah, oh and," she took a little squeeze bottle of hair gel out of her pocket and sqeezed a little on her finger. She took a stray piece of Aizen's hair and smoothed it back on his head, "Your usual hair piece that hangs down? It had a friend."

"You carry around hair gel?" Aizen asked the high school how was putting the gel back into her pocket.

"Yeah. What do you think Grimmjow holds his hair back with?"

Yep. First chapter. Kinda weird, I know. Feel free to R&R!