Chapter 1

The way he kept thrusting again and again made my whole body burn with desire. His muscles flexed as his pace became more intense and deliciously fast. This man, that was my nemesis at school, was fucking me like no one had before, and for once I appreciated his dirty mouth and unbelievable strength.

"You like that, Strawberry? You moan so deliciously for me."

I was drunk. That explains my behavior that night; the lust I felt for my personal bully as he had his way with me, and the way I moaned and begged for more. He was a sex god after all, and I couldn't deny it, not now and certainly not then. But what happened afterwards was the worst thing; when I woke the next morning, completely ignorant of what had happened the night before, a pair of strong arms were wrapped around my waist, someone was breathing on my neck, my hips hurt like hell, and I felt cum dripping my ass and thighs. The worst part was that: 1) Grimmjow (my nemesis) was responsible for my aches. 2) People from the party had come up, at some point, and taken a photo of us sleeping together, me peacefully lying in his arms. And everyone—and when I mean everyone, I refer to everyone-in-the-planet—knows our hate relationship, so that means I'm going to get teased for the rest of my high school years. High school sucks, I know.

As I thought, three days later in school everyone reminded me of what happened with Grimmjow. People are mostly open-minded so being gay wasn't a rarity or a problem. Anyway, getting fucked by the person you hate the most is not a happy memory. And speaking of the devil…

"Strawberry! Hey, Berry, don't ignore me," his hand grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. "What da ya think 'bout going out with me, princess?"

"Ha-ha, don't make me laugh, you idiot. Why would I go out with the person who makes my life miserable; the one who snaps perverted shots while I shower in the locker room, or the one that hides my stuff when I need them most, or the one that trips me when I'm walking with my food tray to the cafeteria? Hm, let me think… No!"

I glared at him, and his cocky smirk appeared.

"Aw, Berry, and here I thought I had made you fall for me. Come on, that's all in the past… I promise I won't do it again."

"You want to leave it all in the past? Is this a dream?" I said with sarcasm because I knew too well that would never happen. He enjoyed making fun of me.

"Okay, no, but can we at least be sex buddies?" Grimmjow made a boyish and silly grin that took me off guard, and made me laugh aloud.

"In your dreams, Jaegerjaquez…!" I said and walked away, making sure my hips swayed.

That afternoon, the teachers gave us a lot of assignments and projects as homework, and I had to take two massive textbooks to complete them all. The problem? My arms and back couldn't stand all that weight all the way to my house. I need a flying carpet right now, I thought.

And flying I went. A group of four boys had tripped me over with a foot, and my body went tumbling down. My head didn't hit the floor, but it still hurt. I realized I couldn't stand because one of the boys had his foot pressed against my neck.

"What the fuck are you doing, you ass—?"

"Shut the fuck up, fag!" One of the other three boys kicked my sides and I winced. "You sleep around with that Jaegerjaquez brat, don't you? Has he fallen for you? 'Cause we think he has and we'll use you to get to him. Let's see what he does when he sees you again."

With that said, they started beating me up. At some point, I lost consciousness.

I heard people whispering faintly above me, then my eyes started to adjust and I made out shadows. When my vision focused, I realized I was still in school but I was taken care of in the nursery. The people surrounding me were the school doctor, my father, my two best friends, Ishida and Chad, and finally Grimmjow. I didn't want to speak at all, but I was really confused and I had to ask.

"Grimmjow, why are you here?" He was gazing out the window but when I spoke he turned and smiled faintly.

"Ne, shouldn't ya be concerned 'bout your health?" He chuckled but I could tell he wasn't in the mood to joke. Something was bothering him. "Anyway, I got out of detention late and when I was about to leave the school, I heard a kid looking for your friends because something had happened to you, and so… I, well… I was worried." He moved so I wouldn't see his blushing face but his ears gave him away.

I thought he looked cute, and a smile started forming on my face but that made me wince. My face hurt, and I saw dark bruises on my arms too. Slowly I lifted my shirt and I saw more gruesome injuries on my body. I gasped, and tears welled in my eyes.

"Ichigo, the school's investigating who attacked you so they can be punished. Son, do you remember what happened?" My dad was seriously concerned, which was rare seeing him so serious since his personality's always silly and annoying.

"The only thing I remember is walking down the hallway and being attacked by four figures, but I can't remember if they were boys or girls. My head's throbbing so painfully."

The doctor gave me some pills for the pain, and then all of the people present exchanged concerned looks, except Grimmjow that was still looking out the window. He looked thoughtful and I wanted to ask him what was wrong but with everyone else in the room, I decided not to.

"Dad, I want to go home. Can Ishida and Chad stay over?" My friends nodded without hesitation, but my dad looked reluctant.

"Ichigo, you need to rest, and your friends are probably expected in their homes."

"No, we're not, Ishiin! We already called and they gave us permission." Ishida, Chad and I have been friends since childhood and they called my dad by his first name. Also, Chad had been adopted by Ishida's parents when he was little, so they were raised like brothers.

"Oh alright, but be gentle with him and don't make too much noise." We all cheered, and for a moment we forgot Grimmjow was still there, until he spoke.

"Oh, um, I should get going… I hope you get better, Ichigo." He spoke to me but his eyes focused on the floor. Now this was a first time for me. I had never seen this guy act so sad and… caring.

"Thanks, then you should get going before your parents wonder where you are."

"Yeah, I guess." He smiled faintly but before he left the room, I heard him whisper. "As if they cared…"