I was laying in my bed just staring dumbly at the ceiling, my alarm went off five minutes ago but I've been awake much more than those measly five minutes. Should I or should I not go to school today? No, no I can't do that to goatface, he paid a lot of money to get me into that prestigious stuck up school. He won't even barge into my room and surprise attack me anymore. But I get that, You've discovered your son's sexual orientation via a link to Youtube, which let's be honest, isn't the best way to find out. So I understand his necessity for space when it comes to his only son. I let a tired groan out of my mouth and get up, let's get this day over with. My dad is working early again, so I'm glad I wouldn't have to see his tired and distressed face to greet me in this far too sunny morning. I make myself a sandwich and stuff it into my bag, I take my cigarettes and pull one out with my teeth as I close the door and make my way to school on my bike.
"here we go..."
I whisper to myself with a sigh as I walk through the gates, already getting some side glances and snickers from some people around. But it's cool, I ignore them, they're just thirsty for something exciting to happen in their boring ass lives, and what's more exciting than to find out that the weird orange haired kid that doesn't talk much likes dick, plus that it's on tape for everyone to see. Parties are supposed to be fun right? I sit in my chair and wait for class to start, looking outside the window so I could better ignore everyone around me. But I guess that isn't a fat hint for my unwillingness for interaction as I though it was.
"Yo, strawberry, how're ya doin' this fine morning?"
I sigh heavily and answer the annoying insect without looking "what do you want Ginjou?"
"Ooh, I see you're feisty today, I like that. Now how about you an' me get to someplace quiet so I could see how that mouth of yours works first hand aye?" He drawls out and I could hear some laughter flowing around the classroom. My stomach became hot, no matter what I do, I still get pissed when fuckboys like Ginjou think they're hot shit to me, I remember pummeling his stupid greaser face into the ground in junior high, he wouldn't come back to school for a week.
"Sorry, just thinking about your face makes my dick flaccid." I bite back and the fucker just stands there, with his mouth open. Ah yes, it was high time that fuckboy remembered he does not fuck with a lion, even if it's outnumbered.
"oh yeah? Then you better go back to shoving cocks down your throat Kurosaki." he sneered and then bent over so he could spit in my face "you're nothing."
I rolled my eyes so he would see how much I cared about what thinks, and try to stop myself from mashing my fist into his mouth and pulling it out with a fistful of teeth.
"Everyone take your seats, class is in session." oh, what do you know? Ol' Ginjou was saved by the bell.
I went out of class and made a quick escape to the roof, it annoys me to admit, but I was so irked by Ginjou's sad attempts to making fun of me in class so much that I couldn't concentrate. My hands were balled up so hard it felt like my fingers cramped up when I flexed them. I opened the door leading to the roof and closed it quickly behind myself, I walked over to a spot in which I wouldn't be seen if someone got out through the door and I was startled by someone there.
"Oh shit-" She cursed and tried to flick away the ash that fell on her expensive skirt. I stood there dumbly watching her, and I guess she didn't like that "You better not tell anyone about this, I'll ruin your life."
She warned, I snorted and sat in front of her, bringing a cigarette out of my pocket and lighting it.
"don't worry, it's probably already is." I chuckled.
Her eyes narrowed and then she widened them with recognition "You're the guy... from the video."
I take a drag and nod "yep, that's me." So much for peace and quiet. We sat for a moment in silence, I could see she felt uncomfortable with my tone.
"did... did they put something in your drink?" she asked quietly.
"no, I did it because I wanted to. Someone just happen to catch it in film." I hate these questions 'did you get drugged?' 'did someone force you to do it?' 'were you threatened?' Fucking no.
"oh, sorry. Didn't mean to pry, not like I'm a cop or something, everyone has their shit right?"
I watched her stab the butt on the concrete floor and pull out another one.
"I didn't know that the famous and royal Kuchiki Rukia smoked, aren't you like, to high class for this shit? anyway, if I'd known, I think that cigars would be more your thing."
She scoffed "if my brother would have known he'd kill me and disown me at the same time. And for the record, cigars make me feel like I'm an old wrinkly petty man that has too much cash to know what to do with."
"so you mean your grandfather?" I blurted it before actually thinking about it so I looked at her to gauge her reaction, and to my surprise, she had an evil looking smirk on her face.
"exactly."
we laughed and sat quietly until she finished her second smoke.
"welp" she got up and dusted her clothes "I need to go. don't talk to me in class, I'll get in trouble for knowing you."
I watched her leave with my cigarette burning between my fingers "you wouldn't have to worry about that."
It's gym class, my now most hated class in school. I walk into the school gymnasium in my jersey, and of course, I get some leers and sarcastic catcalls from my classmates. But honestly, the main reason why I hate this class is because my co-star is having it with me.
"Yo Ichigo." He's calling my name, I ball my fists and stuff them into my pockets, I can't let him see me crack. I'd rather fucking die.
"What?" I answer with a bored tone cloaking my voice. Here he is, walking towards me with this ever confident air around him, the fucker. Nnoitora Jiruga, I was so fucking into him it was bad, and, well, look what it got me.
"What are ya so salty about? I'm just saying hi." He scoffed and smirked widely. Nonchalance oozing out of every pore on his body. I scowl "I'ts never just something simple with you, don't lie to me."
"Tch, I dunno, I thought maybe you were getting pretty lonely these past days. Thought I could help." He stepped closer until he towered over me. Y'know, Iv'e known that he only wanted to fuck me from the start, but seeing him keep trying to do that now is just... Infuriating.
"Back off Nnoitora, I don't want anything to do with you, Iv'e already told you." I walked away from him, to the locker rooms, I needed to get away, to unclench my jaw, to be alone for a second.
"Oi where'ya goin'?" He called for me, grabbed my arm and trapped me between him and the wall.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I exclaimed, he pushed me further back and slid his hand down my waist.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing Ichigo? Walking away from me like that..." he breathed into my ear "was a stupid fucking decision."
Nnoitora managed to get his hand under the waistband of my gym shorts, cupping a handful of my ass as he licked my neck. I pushed him away from me as fast as I could.
"Get away from me." I growled.
There was confusion on his face. his brow arched as he scoffed at me.
"Stop playing Ichigo, you want this."
I felt shock hitting my body, I can't believe this is happening. I stared at him like a deranged animal who's about to bite off its leg to get out of the trap he's fallen in. And here, my predator, slowly coming closer, closing in on me. I could only push past him and walk fast back to the rest of the class.
"Oh, here's Kurosaki." I heard someone say "finally done with your play date in the locker rooms?"
My blood boiled, I turned and saw who it was, Menoly, watching me with an amused, condescending smirk on her face. I madly stomped closer to her, I was breathing hard, my heart going a mile a minute, and I already have a headache.
"Bitch, you better watch your mouth before I cut it open."
"Now, Kurosaki Ichigo, you know why you're here." Principle Yamamoto spoke with dread in his voice while watching me sitting in the same uncomfortable chair in his office "I will not tolerate this sort of behavior in my school, you do not threaten my students, more so with such disgusting language." his lip curled, I removed my gaze to the deep red carpet under my sneakers "even after that whole scenario you continue to make trouble, I don't know how many chances I can give you anymore."
My jaw hurt.
"Do you have anything to say for your behavior?"
I sighed heavily and leveled my gaze with his "yes, I actually do." A long white eyebrow arched "I don't know why... but you are treating me like I'm the villain here, like I've asked for this. You're poorly dealing with a situation concerning your student's life and experience in this school. I've never had this much dread fill my body when I wake up in the morning, I can't concentrate and I can't do anything! I'm not some puppet that can take any kind of beating and not feel a thing!"