His name is Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, and he has become the bane of my existence. I don't know how old he is or what he does for a living, in fact, the only reason I know his name is because the mailman has a nasty habit of leaving his mail in my box, that and his whores remind me of it every night when they're screeching it to the heavens. And all this started the first time I found his mail in my mailbox, really though how does a mailman confuse Jaegerjaques with Haidora? That's my name by the way Sayuri Haidora, I'm 24 and just started my third year of teaching at Karakura elementary. But getting back to the blue haired STD, yes that's what I've come to know him as; I had just gotten home from work, I stay late because I like to get everything graded before I go home. Anyway I noticed that someone else's mail had gotten mixed up in mine. I saw that it was meant for the resident in the apartment next to mine, number 6, I decided I'd knock and give them their mail since they were right next door. Now I'd only ever spoken to the guy once when I first moved in, we said 'hello' and that was all. Right away I got the impression that he was a player, I just didn't think that it was to the point where now I'm positive he's picked up some sort of venereal disease along the way. Anyhow back to the mail situation. I walk up to the door, and right when I'm about to knock, I hear a very loud and drawn out moan come from inside the apartment. Now most people would have just slid the mail under the door and gone on about their business, but I'm a country girl, hell I'm so country the kids always have fun with how thick my accent is. But anyway like I said I'm a country girl and given my upbringing I never had to deal with a situation like this, so naturally, I went beet red in the face and hurried my ass to my apartment next door.
The next morning I was beyond mortified, I didn't know how I was going to to tell this guy that I'd kept his mail overnight because I'd heard him fucking some girl, yeah that would go over well. But I'd managed to scrounge up some courage and marched outside ready to knock on that door and just hand him his fucking mail. However, right when I walked outside, he was showing the girl, now I just call them the flavor of the night, out. Both glanced at me and then the female went on to continue her walk of shame. Then it got awkward, well even more awkward, I just stood there staring at him like a deer in the headlights. And of course he was eating the attention up, he gave me a smirk and then spoke in that obnoxious voice and arrogant tone of his.
"See anything you'd like?"
That brought me back to my senses, the nerve of this guy, he just finished saying goodbye to the newly added notch on his belt and he was trying to flirt with me! My face immediately contorted into a scowl and I marched right up to him and practically shoved his mail in his hands answering him.
"NO, not really just wanted ta' give ya' yer mail, woulda' done it last night when I got home but ya had company so I figured I'd wait ta' give it ta' ya', now 'scuse me but I gotta' get ta work."
And that was it I walked away from him. Now I don't know if it was my tone of voice or just my answer in general, but for somehow I'd managed to get his attention and from that day on Grimmjow Jaegerjaques has made it his mission to make my life as uncomfortable and awkward as possible. Believe me this is only the beginning.
