A/N FROM THE FUTURE (insert sparkles here)
OKAY SO THIS WENT ON HIATUS FOR AN ENTIRE SCHOOL YEAR SO I WILL TRY TO FINISH EVERYTHING THIS SUMMER I SWEAR
LIKE I WILL MAKE IT MY LIFE GOAL TO FINISH THIS
ANYWAYS I REREAD SOME THINGS AND IT'S KINDA INCONSISTENT SO HERE'S THE RUNDOWN
GRIMMJOW, NNOITRA, HALIBAL, STARRK, ULQUIORRA, ICHIGO, SHIRO, NEL, SHUUHEI, BASICALLY EVERYONE IS IN SOPHOMORE YEAR
JUST BECAUSE
IT'S A LITTLE YOUNG BUT THIS IS A FANFICTION SO WHAT THE HELL WHY NOT AND WE NEED RANGIKU TO BE A SEXY JUNIOR WITHOUT BEING A SCARY SENIOR
NO OFFENSE SENIORS BUT YOU GUYS WILL ALWAYS BE THE EVIL LOOMING ANIME CHARACTERS WITH DARK AURAS
anyways, if you have any other questions because i screwed up, feel free to message me or review

alright so here's the original intro message:

Greetings, fellow addicts! Ever since Last Night ended, I've kinda wanted to do a first person high school story. Hence, this was born. I have no idea how long this will be, and I haven't really set a strict plot, so it's bound to change. A lot. So... um...

Enjoy your fic.

I don't own Bleach or any associated characters. Yet.

Okay, let's just start out by saying that none of this was my fault in any way. Sure, I'm running like hell broke loose through a college dorm building being chased by mutant, erm, things, and maybe I'm carrying questionable looking white powder in plastic baggies, but what does that prove? And so what if I'm just slightly, undoubtedly, unquestionably naked? You got a problem with that? Thought so.

Well, now that you know that I'm totally not responsible for any of this crazy shit, I can give you a tour of me, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, the sexiest thing on two legs. Or any other number of legs, for that matter. I'm actually not in college yet; I'm a sophomore at Hueco Mundo High. My electric blue hair causes people to doubt my intelligence and sexuality, and, to be honest, they have a pretty valid argument. However, I'm NOT as stupid or homo as I look. Sure, the little scenario I described above may make you think otherwise, but in order to really get it, let's rewind a little.

"Hey guys, so wha-"

I'm quickly cut off by a towering, black-haired idiot kneeing me in the groin.

Enter: Nnoitra Gilga. 16 years old. Long black hair framing slanted eyes and a permanent grin. Acts like a total douche 'round the clock. Is hated by every adult he meets. Known by others as the school pervert and idiot. My best friend.

I double over in pain, helplessly clutching at the broken remains of mini-Grimmy.

"I guess he is a guy," Nnoitra states whilst admiring his handiwork.

"Dammit." I look over and see a brunet with sleepy eyes dishing out ten bucks to a blonde with massive jugs.

Enter: Coyote Starrk and Tia Halibel. Both have been living for 16 years. The former is a sleepy bastard that still manages to pull all A's, as well as maintain a relationship with the latter. The latter being a feisty chick with a nice rack, first dubbed by me as a dyke. Starrk has chin length light brown hair, and seems to be permanently high. Tia's blonde locks are typically tied back into three pony tails, and her sea green eyes have the power to make even the most badass pimp around go cry into his mother's bosom.

"Seriously, guys? Was that really necessary?" I manage to choke out, still recovering from the immense pain shooting out of my crotch.

Nnoitra looks down at me, still writhing on the floor. "Well, remember that party a few nights ago? The one where the boa constrictor got loose?"

"Not really. I remember bits and pieces, but I was hardcore hammered, dude."

I smirk, remembering how I borrowed some idiot's girlfriend from him and started making out with her. She totally loved it, too. I could have sworn she was grabbing my butt. Maaaaan, I am such a sexy bastard sometimes.

"Well, it was kinda weird, 'cause, uh… well… "

He trails off, covering his mouth with his hand and shaking slightly.

"Dude, what's wrong with you? What did I do?"

"You, uh… " He paused to smirk. "-you… " Insert dumbass chuckle here. "-well, you see-"

Starrk cuts him off. "We saw you running around in a bra with hair extensions, and then, a few minutes later, you were on a coffee table making out with a dude, and Gilga used it as an excuse to question the characteristics of your genitals."

Leave it to Starrk to make it blatant. Wait…

…WHAT?

I spring off the floor, the former pain now long forgotten.

"I WAS KISSING A FUCKIN' DUDE AND YOU ASSHOLES DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO FUCKIN' STOP ME? WHAT THE FUCK? Oh shit, if anyone else saw, everyone's gonna think I'm gay! There goes my reputation, my social life, and the harem of hot chicks that always follows me around. Aww, damn. What the hell is wrong with you guys? You dumbass motherfu-"

Halibel punches my junk, and I'm on the floor again.

"What the hell you guys…" I manage weakly as I debate whether I'll ever be able to use my dick again.

"You'll be fine Grimmjow. Even if someone did see you, I doubt they would go around and tell everyone. Besides, because you were kissing a guy, after all, are you still so sure that you're even straight?" Halibel questions.

I give her a hateful look. That bitch…

Starrk decides that now would be a great time to break the tension.

"Hey guys, class is starting up soon, so we better get going." He grabs Halibel and together they waltz down the hall to the English room. I look up at Nnoitra, and he drags me back up to eye level. Well, more of neck level, seeing as he is a fucking giant.

"Yeah, I should get going too. You know how Tousen is about being late."

He flashes me one more piano-faced smile and swaggers to History class.

I sigh. If anyone caught me doing that, I would be a dead man. And why can't I remember anything? Discarding these thoughts, I stumble to the Science lab, half-cupping my recovering cock. I'll deal with this shit later. Right now, I need an ice pack.