Chemical Romance

By: blue-eyed-lullaby

Kubo Tite owns Bleach and all its characters, I do not.

I was a good student. I always did my homework, studied hard. I wasn't the most popular kid in school, but I was undoubtedly one of the smartest. I liked being organized, having things exactly the way I wanted them. I dressed neat, I conducted myself in a very precise manner. I was friends with the only other labeled nerd in the class, and the karate princess that could kick anyone's ass. Those two were as wide as my circle went. I didn't care for anything more in life. My aspirations were set- I knew my goals were a bit high up, but I would work my ass off for them every day until I was done with this place. I would sit at my desk for the rest of my lame high school career, doing as I was told. I would endure the mocking voices of my classmates for being an ass-kissing, orange-haired school role model.

That was, until I sat next to her.

She was the complete opposite of me in every possible way. Her posture was that of someone apathetic, yet the blank stare of her amethyst eyes and the way she chomped her gum had an aura of complete defiance. Her nails were colored in chipped black polish, and her outfit…for lack of better words… was ridiculous. Completely impractical. A miniskirt flared around her thighs while she sported clunky, knee-high black boots with enough buckles on them to make a straightjacket. Her shirt was a deep purple, splattered with what I could only assume as black paint. Her black hair was normal, except for the sweep of a piece of hair across her face that was accented with a loud, bright purple streak. A clip with a white plastic bow on it toward the crown further decorated it. Everything about her was loud, including the annoying popping noise she made with her gum.

I pulled on the collar of my shirt a little. Just looking at her made me feel the need to straighten myself up. Her papers were strewn across her desk in biggest damned mess, and yet she looked at me as though I were the biggest freak she'd ever seen. I furrowed my brows and automatically looked away.

"Nice hair, orange-head."

My golden eyes shot her an irritated look, and she giggled at me. Giggled. She blew another bubble and popped it with her lips. I huffed.

"I have a name, and it's Ichigo."

"I'll call you strawberry then."

"What is with you and fruit? It's I-chi-go."

"Whatever. I'm Ru-ki-a, your lab partner."

"You can't be serious."

"Ouch. Lucky for you, I'm actually good at chem."

"That's my line."

"Funny, strawberry. "

She rolled her amethyst eyes at me and flipped open her notebook. Every page was covered in cartoon bunny versions of people, the most recent of our chemistry teacher. No sign of actual chemistry anywhere. Great.

"Nice drawings, bunny girl."

"Cute, aren't they?"

I stifled a laugh and coughed a little. Did she seriously think that I liked those stupid doodles? She had to be the worst artist I'd ever seen.

"Not really."

Her eyes narrowed and she shot me an icy glare. Damn, that woman could stare. "I don't see any of your drawings to compare, especially not on your immaculate five star notebook."

"Maybe that's because I fill it with actual notes!"

"Ha! Such a posterboy. You're too neat. Chaos shows a little individuality, something you severely lack…right along with manners."

"I'm gonna be a med student, bunny girl, I don't need to draw. I don't need chaos to have a personality, and I don't need to be buddies with you to pass chemistry either."

"Yeah, yeah. You can do it all, and you will. Wouldn't hurt to get to know someone along the way."

She winked at me and scooped up her chemistry stuff and pranced over to a lab table. I ruffled my hair and took a deep breath. She was going to be my nightmare this semester, I could feel it. She was going to push my buttons, question my character, and pretend like she knew everything. It was a clear prediction that I was damned sure would end up true. I just couldn't let her get to me while I focused on everything.

This girl would be the end of my sanity.

To hell with it.

A/N- LOL IT'S SO SHORT. I'm sorry guys.

I came up with this idea on an airplane, and just thought it'd be a hilarious start to a fanfiction. It'll probably end up as a oneshot rather than a full on story, mostly because I'm working on a oneshot already that I haven't finished, plus I'm in dire need of an update on The False Valediction.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it! For those of you who follow my deviantart account, you've seen this baby already. Sorry!

Reviews are always appreciated!!