If there was one thing that truly made me happy about school, it was lunch time. Even when I was a snotty brat in elementary school, lunch time was my favorite hour of the day. Now, as a fully grown and functioning woman? Not so much. Now lunch time was a battle of dodging teachers who wished to speak to me and students who haven't gotten it through their head that I didn't not want to be friends.
So now ate in classrooms or libraries. It was always like that until one of my teachers kicked me out when she found me. She sent me to detention and made me promise to know better next time. Obviously since I'm a self-destructive asshole who listens to nobody, I ignored her and went on with my day. I used a spare key to lock the classroom the next day.
Upon entering my homeroom class, I internally groaned as I saw there was still students in there. What was worst was that it was a particular group that I never liked interacting with. I stood by the door, contemplating if I should just go back and eat in the library.
When I came out of thought bubble, I noticed a pair of honey brown eyes staring at me. I frowned, wrinkling my nose in the process. I know whose eyes they belong too. Definitely eating in the library today. As I turned to leave, having Ichigo as my only witness, a hand gripped my wrist and I hissed. Yanking my arm out of the stranger's hand, I turned to give them a nasty rant of not touching people without their permission. But my voice stopped dead in my throat as I saw who touched me. Damnit Orihime!
"A-ah, Monika, are you coming to sit with us today?" She looked nervous, switching from looking me in the eye to the arm that she had touched. What's worst was that everyone else in her friend group had stopped their conversation to look over at our exchange. If this had been any other student, this would be a lot easier.
I gave Orihime a smile that I hoped wasn't too fake, but by the look on her face she knew I what I was going to say.
"Sorry Orihime, maybe ne- never." My hand shot up to my mouth. I chuckled nervously and started again. "Sorry Orihime, I meant later- just leave me the fuck alone already." Fuck, I am so screwed.
Orihime was taken aback, hand over her chest and moisture welling up in her eyes. I didn't even get a chance to look at her friends before Tatsuki had me slammed against the wall. She looked pissed.
"JUST WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! ORIHIME JUST ASKED IF YOU WANTED COME SIT WITH US, SO WHERE THE HELL IS THIS SHIT COMING FROM?" fucked up fucked up fucked up fucked up fucked up fucked up
"TATSUKI!" fuckedupfuckedupfuckedupfuckedupfuckedupfuckedup
My head felt a little sore and I felt a little dizzy. Shit, need to leave, Now.
I gripped Tatsuki's hand and ripped it from my collar and slammed her into the wall she pinned me against, effectively knocking the air out of her. But before I could ran away like I had planned to, a new pair of hands held me down. I thrashed and kicked, landing a few solids on a couple of jaws and earned a few grunts of pain. Other students had probably heard out little spat by now, so I needed to leave before a teacher could arrive. I stopped moving for a minute, calming my heart before twisting. First I took the big guy who held my hands behind me and jumped between the space of my arms, kicking him in the chest. I landed on the floor and rolled over, missing Glasses from touching me. I had a clear view of the window, so I took it. Rushing forward, i slid the window open and jumped...
But a hand pulled me back. I looked back and came in contact with the same honey brown eyes. He was shouting but I ignored him, opting to look at the teacher that came into view. I groaned and fell limp in Ichigo's grip. I knew I was in deep shit now, so when black spots appeared in my vision, let it dull feeling of sleep take over.
This is the short story of how Ichigo decided that I was a threat to myself.