"You glanced over at him; he was in your art and P.E. class, yet you always saw him alone or angry about being forced in groups. His light blue hair stood out from a vast majority of the students, yet somehow it looked very good on him. You were a sophomore in High school, and he was a junior; though he was in your art class the previous year, you had never tried talking to him. Over the year of watching him you had developed a crush for the blue hair, blue eyed loner; you wanted to talk to him, but scared of his you were in P.E. class and you weren't athletic at all, but it was the last class of the day so that was good. The unit was tennis and each person was assigned a partner by the instructor.
"(Y/N) and Grimmjow, court four." The female teacher called out to you. Your body trembled a bit and you felt lightheaded; stumbling over to your court, you almost tripped over your own shoe. He looked down at you, he was very tall, about six feet; you could see his muscular chest through his dark grey shirt.
"H-hi.. my name is (Y/N)." Your shoulder length (H/C) hair hung forward, hiding the blush on your cheeks.
"Grimmjow." Was all he replied, his voice was cold and he didn't look at you. Getting into a ready stance, he hit the ball with ease when the opposing team served it, you were focused on watching him and didn't realise until a force hit the side of your head. Falling on the ground, your head throbbed, the tennis ball had been sent flying and you didn't hear the other team yelling at you to pay attention. Your hands were pushed against the side the ball had struck, and Grimmjow knelt next to you.
"I'm okay. I have to go to the nurse." Looking away nervously, you heard him scoff at you and stand up.
"Pay more attention next time." You got up slowly and walked over to the physical therapist's office, when you arrived, she gladly gave you a pack of ice and said to sit out the rest of class. Sighing and trudging out of the office, you walked down to the court you were assigned and sat against the wall; you brought your knees up to your chest and placed your chin in the crook of your knees. You watched him play the rest of class, he managed easily without any partner against two people. The instructor called everybody back to the locker rooms to change, and as usual you dressed surrounded by a few of your friends complaining about having to do so much work.
"(Y/N)!" A short girl with her dark brown hair in a bun smiled to you; she was your best friend since you were /"Momo, what is it?"
"I saw you partnered with Grimmjow. You like him don't you?" She giggled.
"I.. no not really. He looks mean." You glanced at her nervously, she got the message that you meant the opposite of what you said, so she shrugged.
"If you say so (Y/N); anyways, Sosuke and I are having a small get together with a few friends on friday at his house if you wanna come."
"Sure no problem, is it dinner there?"
"Yeah it is. I'm baking some sweets.." she blushed softly. Her and Sosuke had been friends of yours, he was a senior though but lived near both of you for eight years. Momo had developed a crush on the quiet, and sweet Sosuke, and his junior prom, he had asked her to go with him.
"Okay well see you then, I gotta get home early today." With that, you hugged her and left the locker room as the bell to leave rang. Your house was a mile away from the school, and always enjoyed the peace of a silent walk home.
"Is your face better?" You heard a husky voice ask from behind. Spinning around embarrassedly, you noticed Grimmjow walking up to you, his blue eyes looked down at you when he stopped inches away.
"I-I-I'm fine!" A blush crept across your cheeks. "You don't live in this direction do you? I never see you walking home." He blinked and looked ahead of you.
"I usually stay back to lift in the weight room. Why do you want to know?" He scoffed at your intrest.
"Well I was just wondering." He started to walk again and you had to walk quickly to catch up to his long strides. You walked in silence for a few moments until you were itching to ask him a question. "So um.. we've been in the same art class for two years, and I always see you sit alone." It took him a second to reply.
"What of it?" He didn't look at you.
"I was just wondering, don't you get lonely?" He didn't reply again which made you stifle a sigh. You noticed he had slowed his pace slightly so you had an easier time keeping up; but it made you wonder where he actually lives since you were walking towards the suburbs. You walked in silence for the rest of the way, his light blue eyes never glancing down at you. Grimmjow stopped in front of a large suburban house with a fenced in yard and finally looked at you.
"Well see yah." His eyes had turned towards the house and you blushed slightly noticing that he was the one who recently moved into the house for sale next to yours.
"I actually live right there." Pointing at the house next to his and smiling; then you realised he must've heard your parents arguing and shied away. "I'll see you tomorrow."
He had already walked through the gate and was unlocking his door; you sighed again and did the Everyday after school, you always took a nap, then when your parents got home they either argued, which kept you in your room, or watched television together in silence. Today however, when you woke up, your mother was already home and she looked "Mom? You okay?" You rubbed your (E/C) eyes while walking down the steps.
"Your father will be here in a few minutes (Y/N) I suggest you stay in your room, we have things to discuss." She gave you a reassuring smile which always meant there was to be arguing. You nodded and walked back up into your bedroom, and after a while the slamming of the garage door, and raised voices were heard. It started becoming a little much for you to handle, tears welled up in your (E/C) orbs, grabbing a light jacket you proceeded down the stairs and out of the front , you crossed Grimmjow's lawn and knocked on the white front door. It opened after waiting a few moments and a shirtless, sweaty Grimmjow looked down at you.
"Oh. I thought it was the pizza guy I called for. What do you want?" His voice was cold again as his blue eyes narrowed. You sniffled softly and looked down.
"My parents.. they're arguing.." You wanted to shrink, disappear from the step, the embarrassment of standing there crying to a person you barely knew made your insides twist.
"Oh so that's what's going on? Well whatever. You can come in if you want." He stepped out of the doorway to let you in the large house; you nodded gently and took a couple steps in. The build of the house was similar to yours, but the living room and kitchen were slightly larger in this house. There was a beige wrap around couch with a glass coffee table, across the room from that was a large television attached to the wall. You looked over at him, the sight of his shirtless chest made a deep red blush light up your cheeks. His chest was perfect, and his belly looked as if you could wash clothes on it. He pretended not to notice your gaping stare, Grimmjow closed the front door and walked over to the couch, landing on it unceremoniously.
"Um so... do you mind if I sit with you...?" Your voice barely above a whisper, it was a wonder how he picked it "Yeah sure." His hand running through the light sky blue hair of his, and wiping the side of his neck with a towel he had around his shoulders. Slipping off your shoes, you walked over tentatively to the couch; when you sat down, you noticed his gaze on you for a moment, then his large muscular right arm reached to the coffee table and grabbed the remote. He flipped through the channels in the guide, until he stopped at a new movie that had left the theaters a few weeks previous.
"Thank you Grimmjow.." you were sitting straight up, still nervous in this unfamiliar place. He didn't respond, you didn't expect him to. The doorbell rang not too long after and he got up from the couch and went to the door where you could make out a faint conversation with the pizza delivery person. He walked back into the living room with two boxes of pizza and two, two- litres of a white soda.
"You like pizza?" He asked while setting the boxes on the coffee table, and the sodas next to it.
"Are you offering me pizza?" Your (E/C) eyes met his light blue ones and he looked away quickly.
"I asked you if you like it. So yes, I am offering you some. Did the ball turn you into an idiot or something?" The words stung a bit, and made you flinch internally. He was very blunt and rude about things.
"Thanks." You ignored his other sarcastic question and sat on the couch, leaning forward slightly. "Are they both the same?"
"Yeah. Both cheese, just basic pizza." He walked into the kitchen and returned momentarily with two paper plates, two large plastic glasses, and a roll of paper towels. Handing you a plate and cup, he sat down and opened up a box and the smell of pizza flooded the room. You opened your box and stared down at the melted cheese goodness, then placed two slices on your plate and sat back on the couch. You glanced up at him while you took a bite of pizza; he noticed and looked back with his icy eyes. Looking away quickly, a slight blush crossed your cheeks; praying he didn't notice the pink tint on your cheeks, you stared intently at the television screen. After eating three slices of pizza, you started to become drowsy, your eyelids started drooping and becoming heavier with each passing minute; finally you caved and shutting your eyes, your head and body leaned to the side, falling against Grimmjow's hard shoulder.
He blushed and shifted slightly, his usual frown returning as you slept soundly leaning on him. Sitting poised, he watched the movie, occasionally glancing down at the box of half eaten pizza.
"You really are an idiot." he sighed while moving his large hand underneath your head and lifting it off of his shoulder. he stood up slowly and carefully not to disturb you; placing your head on the pillow below you, he grabbed the two boxes of pizza and moved them over to the kitchen counter.
At that moment, a soft knock at the door sounded, with a annoyed click of his tongue, Grimmjow answered the door to see a woman standing there. "What is it?" His voice was monotone and somewhat cold, not knowing if she was a late night solicitor or not.
"Is my daughter here? we live next door to you; her name is (Y/N)." She smiled slightly, your mother had the same hair color as you, but wore it in a very short cut.
"Oh yeah. She came over awhile ago upset because of the yelling." He put bluntly.
"So you heard the arguing.." She looked down embarrassingly then back up to the blue haired high school boy. "So (Y/N) is here then?"
"Yeah I had ordered pizza earlier and I thought she was the pizza guy, but I let her come in and we just watched a movie; she fell asleep about halfway through, she's on the couch."
"Oh okay, I know that tomorrow there's no school, she usually forgets these things. It's no problem that she stays here for tonight? Things aren't so great at home right now, and I know how much she hates the arguing." Grimmjow's cheeks turned a rose color and his icy blue eyes glanced sideways nervously. "Is that an issue with your parents?" She smiled then frowned. "Where are your parents anyways?" He returned her look, then scratched the back of his head.
"They travel a lot, I'm not one for it, but they decided to travel to India and won't be home for a couple weeks. Usually they leave me with a few hundred dollars so I can get food and whatever I need; but I also have a part- time job as a trainer at the gym a few blocks from here."
"Well then!" Your mother exclaimed. "I'll leave (Y/N) in your care, don't do anything silly!" Your mother gave him a sly look, then smiled before turning away. He stood there bewildered for a few moments as he watched your mother walk down the stone path and turn back towards your house. Scratching his head again and heaving a heavy sigh, Grimmjow closed the front door of the house then went and sat down at the dining table.
"Dammit. Now I have to babysit an underclassman?" He placed his middle fingers on his temples while resting his elbows on the dark mahogany table. Slowly he turned his gaze to your sleeping figure curled up on the beige couch; your legs tucked into your chest, and a slight smile on your face. A slight pink shown on his cheeks and he averted his gaze back to the mahogany table; Grimmjow closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind.
The next morning, you jolted up.
"Dammit! I'm late for school!" Jumping off the couch, you looked looked around the house, then tried to recall the previous night. Your face lit up a rose color when you realized you had fallen asleep at Grimmjow's house while watching a movie. "He might've done something to me! What..." you blushed even deeper. "What if he took advantage of me while I was sleeping?"
"You heard the usual husky voice behind you; it made you jump at the fierceness of his tone.
"You're not even cute. I wouldn't take advantage of short underclassmen, you're the last person that I'd find attractive." The words stung you like hornet, over and over. your stomach started to turn and you had to fight hard to keep the tears from spilling over your (E/C) eyes. It's true you were short, but it didn't make you unattractive; many guys asked you out, but you turned them down; all because you had liked the short tempered blue haired guy; and now he's telling you that you are ugly.
"Okay… well… I need to go now.." Your voice was shaky, and your stomach turned in sick ways. You walked over to the door, your eyes hidden underneath your (H/C) bangs; sipping on your shoes, you opened the door, and stepped across the yard and over to your own.
When you got home, both of your parents were at work, yet you could still smell waffles that your mother always made for you when there was no school. You had no appetite, Grimmjow's words had hurt, and at the moment, all you wanted to do was cry and sleep. When you made it to your room, you flung yourself onto the bed; the white down blanket wrapped around your body as you curled yourself deeper into it. Even though his words had hurt, you still couldn't help thinking about him shirtless, his trim chest, and cut abs, the sweat as it ran down his abdomen; his sky blue hair damp from the sweat, and the towel as he wiped off the salty liquid. Before you realised it, your face was burning with an intense blush.
"Dammit! I need to stop thinking about that.." you pouted while your lips curled into a wry smile. "I need to get my mind off things.. Maybe Momo wants help setting up for her party."
A couple hours later you stood outside Sosuke's house, a note on the front side 'door open please leave shoes in front of door'. You turned the knob and stepped in, the house smelled of sweet things baking, and food on the stove; slipping off your flats, you made your way to the kitchen, where Momo was sitting on the counter while Sosuke was stirring a pot on the stove.
"Oh hey (Y/N), we were just making lunch." Sosuke turned and smiled, his glasses pushed against the bridge of his nose. "There's a few people who are coming, Momo invited a few people, and I invited a few people as well." His back was hunched over since he was so tall, yet he was a gentle giant.
"(Y/N)!" Momo jumped down from the counter and ran over to you, she had her hair up in the usual bun, but was wearing a cute turtle neck and black skirt. "I wanna show you the list of all who is coming, I set it in the living room." Grabbing your hand, she half drug you into the living room and plopped onto the couch.
"Okay, so here it is." she handed you a slip of paper. The paper had a line down the middle, and one across the top to form a T-chart, on one side read 'Momo' and the other read 'Sosuke' your eyes combed down Momo's list first. Toshiro, Rangiku, Renji, Izuru, Rukia, Orihime, Ichigo; Sosuke's side had more people, mostly guys though. Gin, Tousen, Ulquiorra, Shunsui, Joshiro, Byakuya, Neliel (everybody called her Nel), a few other names, and then the very last; Grimmjow. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his name on the list; you had never seen him associating with Sosuke, but then again, he was friends with everybody.
"Grimmjow's coming?" You turned to Momo, a slight pink on your cheeks.
"Yeah, Sosuke's been friends with him for awhile. Oh! I forgot to mention that Shunsui is bringing alcohol; he just turned eighteen, so it's legal for him to buy it now! He's getting a keg and some cases with Rangiku." She glanced back at the kitchen. "I can't wait til the party. We weren't planning on having it this big, but Sosuke's parents said it's fine as long as the house is clean and the cops don't get called." She sighed.
"What is it?"
"I want you and Grimmjow to be a couple. You've liked him for so long (Y/N), and I think that it'd be cute to see you with that hot- head."
"well that was unexpected." You giggled softly, then frowned. "He told me that I was ugly.. and that I was too short for him."
"When was this?" Momo was suddenly more interested than usual.
"This morning when I woke up..." You stopped. "I mean yesterday!"
"You what?" Momo exclaimed at what you had just said. "Did you sleep with him or something?"
"No nothing like that! I fell asleep on his couch last night. He's the one who moved in next door recently, and well my parents were fighting, I went over last night and I ended up falling asleep while watching a movie. That's that."
"Sounds like Grimmjow likes you (Y/N)" The soft sound of Sosuke's voice made you jump slightly at what he said. "He's usually pretty hostile towards girls he likes, don't ask why, I have no idea. He isn't very good at admitting his feelings either. Grimmjow used to like Nel; remember when she was crying and wouldn't tell us why? Grimmjow told me that he had said some pretty nasty things to her because she had asked him out to the movies. He's a really hostile guy." He chuckled lowly. "So pay no mind to his rudeness, I'm sure it's a buffer to what he really feels." Sosuke smiled softly at you, then his gaze softened when he turned to Momo. "Well let's finish setting up for this party."