I hope I'm not being a terrible tease by posting such a short opening, but I can promise I am hard at work on the rest of this!

You Can Have Chemistry in Chemistry, But Please Don't Have Biology in Biology

Fandom: Bleach

Teaser: "Uryū Ishida, class president and top-ranked student, had become a bit of a fascination of mine. He was utterly beautiful with silky black hair and midnight blue eyes, but he was completely set apart from the rest of the student body. It was as though there was an invisible wall between him and the other students."

Inspiration: This was a request from Cutegirly19.
The title, however, comes from my senior year of high school (god, I feel old!) when my sister, worried about how flirty I was in Chemistry class declared, "You can have chemistry in Chemistry, but please don't have biology in Biology."

Rating: M

Warnings:
- Delinquent behavior
-Casual Smoking
-Casual drug references (but no use)
-Innocence
-Acting
-High school kids
-Hormones
-Piercings

Main Pairing: Ichigo Kurosaki/Uryū Ishida

Minor Pairings:
-…None so far, but these things do happen…

Setting: AU! High school setting (which isn't so different from part of the real thing :P)

POV: Ichigo, since he's fun… maybe Uryū, since he's important, too… First person perspective.

Summary: Ichigo has a crush on his classmate. His classmate happens to have a few questions about biology that Ichigo offers to lend a hand with...

Additional ANs: She requested this around January… I got distracted by my shiny in-progress stories that demanded my attention and the fanfictions in desperate need of a strong hand and a red pen… My own novel-in-progress yanked me away from those, as well…
So, my new friend, I hope you enjoy my madness and the story 3

Ichigo:

The breeze felt pleasant against my bare arms as I surveyed the school campus from the vantage point of the rooftop. A silly grin graced my lips and I released a sigh of happiness. I loved the way everything felt so far away from up here.

I patted my pockets until I found the familiar rectangular shape. My silly smile became a wide grin as I extracted the familiar silver case. A chuckle escaped my lips as I pressed the release button and the case opened. rumor had it that I carried marijuana or any other assortment of drugs inside it, but truthfully, all I carried in the case were Newport 100s and my black lighter. Some of my friends tended to assume I smoked Mavericks or some other cheap brand, but my preference in cigarettes was one of the only things that had passed from my father to me.

I pulled one of the long cigarettes from the case and placed the tan filter between my lips. Flicking the lighter open with a snap, I lit my cigarette and took a long drag.

Morning classes had been stressful, and I'd been needing this cigarette since the first five minutes of my AP English class. The teacher was an utter bitch, but I continued to take the AP course for three reasons: one, the class was great college prep; two, I'd had to fight tooth and nail to prove I belonged there in the first place; and three, there was one beautiful, serious boy that sat beside me and I found him absolutely engrossing.

Uryū Ishida, class president and top-ranked student, had become a bit of a fascination of mine. He was utterly beautiful with silky black hair and midnight blue eyes, but he was completely set apart from the rest of the student body. It was as though there was an invisible wall between him and the other students. He was never bullied, never more than casually attached to any other student, never close to any of his classmates. I could see no reason why he wouldn't fit in –honestly, class elections were more of a popularity contest than a matter of qualifications and he had been elected. He was well-liked by other students, but he never made any effort to get closer to any of them.

I finished my cigarette and absently stubbed out the cherry. Taking a moment to check my cell phone, I smiled as I realized that I still had close to twenty minutes left in my lunch period. It was unlikely that I would be disturbed on the rooftop. Most people tended to eat with their friends or play games or neck with their significant other at lunch time. Very few of us wanted the solitude the rooftop could afford us, which was why the rooftop was my sanctuary.

Relaxing a bit, I sat down and leaned against the cool stone that kept me from the edge. I squinted when the sunlight nearly blinded me in this new position, then simply closed my eyes. Relaxing a little would do me good and prepare me to face the rest of my classes.

I had a few minutes of blissful, relaxing silence before I heard the roof-access door creak open. Opening only one eye, I gazed upon the exquisite beauty that had fascinated me in the moment that he exhaled a soft startled sound.

"I… I'm sorry. I wasn't aware someone was up here," he said in lieu of a greeting.

"Class President," I greeted. "If you're seeking solitude, I won't disturb you. I just want a few moments to myself, as well."

He nodded to me. "Very well. Thank you."

I smiled and inclined my head for a moment before sitting up and reaching for my cigarette case once more. "Do you mind if I smoke?" I inquired.

"Those things will kill you one day," he responded. "Just make sure your smoke goes another direction, yeah?"'

My smile became a grin once more. "Can do, Class President."

Imagine that. I never thought I'd be smoking a cigarette on the rooftop with the class president not much more than an arm's length away.

When Cutegirly and I discussed this request, I probably didn't stress how much I enjoy the delinquent side of Ichigo .

With the way I'm writing this, it's kinda like a yaoi-manga cliche, but I promise I will twist it in a more... interesting fashion :P

Let me know how you like it?

~Sins~