Orihime typed furiously into her smartphone.
WHERE ARE YOU?!
As soon as she finished typing this message and hitting the send button, she began a new one:
U MISSED 2 CLASSES ALREADY! U BETTER NOT BEING DOING ANY GANGSTA CRAP!
She thought about adding an angry emoji to her message, but decided against it. The latest issue of Cosmo magazine had told her that girls that overused emojis in their text messages and emails tended to be regarded as idiots by their boyfriends. Putting that advice to practice, she pressed send and waited for a response.
Nothing.
She gave out a sigh of frustration.
Class ended and she made her way out into the hallway. She spotted Ichigo and quickly walked up to him.
"Where were you, Ichigo?!" She angrily demanded.
"I sent you 10 text messages and you never responded!"
"Sorry, bae. My phone's battery died and I couldn't find a place to charge it." Ichigo said nonchalantly.
"Where were you that you couldn't find an outlet?" Orihime demanded. "You missed two classes today! Do you wanna get in trouble again, Ichigo?!"
Ichigo grabbed her arm and led her to a corner near the stairway.
"Ayo! Quit making a scene! Who are you, my mama? I said I wuz sorry now quit bustin' muh balls!" He said.
"I ain't yo mama Ichigo! I'm your girlfriend! It's time for you to wise up and quit acting like some No Limit Nigga!" She furiously said, as she got up close to his face.
"Ay, listen, Orihime! You starting to sound like a parole officer or somethin'. I ain't looking fo' advice on what I do with my time. You know I hate school and I'm juz tryin' to find other alternatives, ok?" He said, as he pushed her back.
"You think I don't know who you been hanging out with? You gonna get yo sorry ginger-ass killed!" She said, as she pointed her finger at him.
"I juz tryin' to git rich quick, woman! Is dat a crime?" He angrily responded.
Just then, Tupac's Hail Mary began playing. Ichigo reach into his pants' pocket.
"SON OF A -!'' Orihime shouted, as she deliver a vicious slap across Ichigo's face and walked away.
Ichigo stood there trying to process what had just occurred. It then dawn on him that it was true what they said about redheaded women- they were really crazy.
Orihime sat outside next to her friends during lunch time. It was a sunny day, so they sat under the cool shade of a tree. They began talking about various things: the latest school gossip, how their parents didn't understand them, and other adolescent struggles afflicting the urban youth of a first-world nation in the 21st century, that while laughably trivial, were of the utmost importance to them. Orihime ate her lunch and didn't voice her opinion on the current pressing issue her friends were discussing-whether or not Chizuru should get hair extensions to make her look attractive after spending the night with Tyrone and realizing she preferred the company of men than that of women.
"What's wrong Orihime?" Tatsuki asked.
"Oh, Nothing." Orihime responded in a sad voice, as she avoided making eye contact with any of the girls in the group.
"Oooohhh! She's got boy problems!" Mahana shouted.
"Gurl, I told you not to date that broken-ass Nigga. I told you he wuzn't right fo' you." Tatsuki scolded Orihime, as she rolled her neck to emphasis her displeasure.
"Can you guys just leave me alone? I just… I just thought I could change him." Orihime said as she started to cry.
"There, there, gurl. Iz gonna be okay. Listen, there's some Niggas out there dat ain't no women can ever fix. Best to leave it to the police to deal with 'em, 'cause at the rate they're going, only a bullet or jail will get through their big heads!" Tatsuki said, as she hugged Orihime.
"You're too good for him. Dump his ass already!" Mahana said.
"You could get some other dude. You got the body, gurl. Now git yo ass back in da market!" Michiru said, enthusiastically.
"Ok, I'll do it. As soon as I see him, I'll tell him it's over." Orihime said with a determined look.
"Nah, juz send him a text to dump his sorry ass. Guys do it all the time, so why can't we do it too? Equality, baby! Am I right gurls?" Chizuru said, as she snapped her fingers.
"No, I wanna tell him straight to his face so he gets the message and doesn't have to chase me all over the school asking me if I'm fo' real or not." Orihime said.
Lunch ended and the girls returned to their respective classes for the remainder of the school day. After school ended, Orihime walked back home.
The following day, Ichigo didn't show up to school. Or the next day. Instead of panicking, Orihime decided to just ignore it. Ichigo, as far as she was now concern, was just an ex to her. During Friday's class time, Orihime started to scout for any guys that might become her new boyfriend. Her eyes settled on a new guy she hadn't seen before. He was tall and black. She leaned over to talk to Tatsuki.
"That Wakandan foreign exchange student looks pretty hot." She whispered, slightly blushing.
"GURL DAT AIN'T NO WAKANDAN NATIONAL! DAT'S ICHIGO!" Tatsuki shouted, shock that Orihime didn't realized she had been looking at Ichigo the whole time.
"Miss Arisawa, do I need to kick your sorry ass out of my class?!" The teacher shouted.
The entire class turned around to look at Tatsuki and Orihime. Both of them were blushing deeply.
"Nah, it's okay. Muh bad." Tatsuki responded.
The bell rang, and everyone started to leave the room. Orihime grabbed Ichigo and pulled him to the side of the hallway.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You don't show up to school for two days and now you show up looking like this?" Orihime said, with a look of disgust on her face.
"Naw, hol' up! It ain't muh fault I can't operate a tanning bed, all right. And wut do you care 'bout me showing up fo' school or not?" Ichigo responded defensively.
"You're right, what do I care about some No Limit Nigga like you? And while we're at it, I'm breaking up with you! I don't want to see your sorry ginger ass again!"
"Look, Orihime." Ichigo sighed. "I'm sorry I haven't been there fo' you. Let me make it up to you. How about we go on a date to your favorite restaurant." He said, as he tried to run his fingers through Orihime's long hair, but his hand was quickly swatted by Orihime.
"You think you can bribe me with food?!"
"It's worth a shot." Ichigo said with a radiant smile. Even though he looked like a jackass with that hideous tan, his charisma shined through.
Orihime couldn't resist his charisma. The bad boy charm was her biggest weakness- and one of the things she found most attractive in Ichigo.
"Fine, but don't be late. Or I'll kill you."
"I'll pick you up this Friday at 7." He said as he leaned forward and kissed her and left for his next class.
Orihime blushed and wanted to squeal. Oh, he really knows how to make girl happy! She thought as she made her way to her next class. She went inside the classroom and sat down at her desk. He may be a bad boy, but his my bad boy. She thought as she put her hands on her chin and sighed happily.
