UM… This is Bad. Somewhat. Chapter 1:
Emily sat in the back of the room at Table 4 in Mrs. Zimmerman's room. Light cascaded from the open windows and emerged from the electric lights above the children's heads. She took a deep sigh, and flipped to the next page in her book The Van Alen Legacy: A Blue Bloods Novel. Mrs. Z had just begun role call when the door opened and shut with a loud thump. A whisper spread throughout the classroom, the only sound, other than her name being called, that could've possibly diverted her attention away from her book.
The second her eyes made contact with the people now standing the front of the room, who were unintentionally calling the attention of everyone within the class, her eyes widened. Who the hell are they? I don't remember anything about our class getting any new students, much less male students.
You probably don't realize how greatly the female population out numbered the males in her class. There were 23 girls and 11 boys, and the guys always argued when the odds weren't fair in games where it was girls versus boys in any class other than P.E. In kick ball the boys could kick the farthest, in Socco (a game that took the game of dodgeball to a new level) the boys could throw the balls the hardest and aim the best, utterly decimating the girls in almost any game played. Though this comes in later in the story.
There were three boys in the front of the class. One had striking blue eyes that completely contrasted his snow-white hair, which was completely spiked with one piece that fell over his right eye. His expression only showed complete boredom while his hands were in the pockets of his navy blue school-uniform shorts. The one standing in the center of the group had an almost neon blue hair color which barely reached below his ears and was spiked upwards, there, slim pieces of hair came down in the center of his face. The boy's wicked grin was enough to make her shiver and his searching blue eyes that seem to be gliding over the children similar to the fashion that a panther watches his prey. Finally there was the boy on the end. He had jet-black hair that spiked at the base of each piece and reached slightly below his collar bone (definitely not school-uniform regulation, but who cares when he wears it so well?) His face was so pale it was like staring a bleached porcelain dish. Though there was one striking feature you couldn't dare ignore. His eyes. They were the green of sparkling emeralds, of tropical jungles, of the grass on the sunniest days, and easily seen in contrast to both his skin and hair.
A few girls looked at the last boy, the one with the green eyes, and were swooned by his eyes that seemed to bring you in and trap you there for as long as you dared to glance at them. I heard a familiar whisper that came from Amanda Tietz, she whispered dreamily to the person next to her. " He's gorgeous, I wonder what his name is. Probably something perfectly fitting for him."
Others were charmed by the fierce one in the middle. They weren't even slightly bothered by the predatory look on his face. It was obvious he was hiding a six-pack; the well-toned muscles of his arms and slight indentations beneath his shirt were the big clue. He winked at a few of the girls, which sent their eyelashes a flutter. Willie Mammer, or John, William is his middle name but he prefers to be called Willie, eyed the middle one and one on the end with complete anger and jealousy. He had been swimming all his life and just gotten a six-pack, which was starting to draw the attention of the girls at pool parties, was now completely shown up by the new guys and he didn't like it at all.
You might think that Emily would be swooned like all the rest of the girls into liking one of those two but no. She was drawn to the first one. Yes, his hair was a bit unusual (by a little I mean a LOT, who the hell has hair that color) but he had this cuteness about him. She never had been drawn to the hot type of guys. She was always drawn to the cuties, not the hotties. Emily had yet to set down her book and her finger was still poised behind the page on the right hand side ready to flip the page the moment her eyes glanced over the last words. She quickly set down the book.
Turning to her left, she saw Maddie B. with all of her quirky-ness just smiling at the new students, completely oblivious to the whispering and swooning and the lovesick sighs. Ugh, it disgusted Emily. If you like a guy, you should get to know them first before you fall head over heels for them. Also who knew if these would turn out to be complete arrogant a holes that didn't and couldn't talk to a lady with the proper respect even if it killed them.
Mrs. Z smiled at them saying, " Hello boys. Welcome to our school!" Mrs. Z wasn't one of those idiot teachers who think their all cool or by their language "hip". No, Mrs. Z was actually seriously awesome and cool. Not only was she a great teacher, she was someone you could count on and she was seriously prone to sarcasm. Mrs. Z told us once that it's really hard to do sarcasm while texting or online messaging (skyping or email, etc.) because people can totally take you the wrong way. That's a story for another time, though.
Mrs. Z then asked them to introduce themselves. The first one with the white hair said, "Hello, my name's Declan." The whole time he talked he was looking towards the door as if he couldn't be more bored. Then the middle one, with blue hair spoke up, "Hey peoples, I'm Jagger." Then he did an upwards head nod at a few of the adoring girls. Jagger then proceeded to smirk. He's an arrogant, jack, Emily though broodily, already disliking him. Mrs. Z rolled her eyes at him thinking, Oh, great. Just what this class needs. Why did WASC have to send us three students as some kind of test? These kids are nothing like I expected them to be.
Finally the one on the end spoke. His voice was deep and definitely entrancing. The girls were even more lovesick than Emily had thought possible. With a deep sigh she leaned her head back. He said that his name was Treyton. Emily ignored the boys completely and hadn't realized that Declan had been watching her this whole time. These kids are different than what we're used to. What was the Soul Society thinking sending two arrancars, two lieutenants, one third seat, and one captain? Does Head Captain Yamamoto really expect me to keep this all under raps? Damn it, Grimmjow is already out of control. He's going to be a problem. I'll need Captain Zaraki's help sooner than I thought. I wonder how long till they send him to check up on us. This is what Declan thought as he surveyed the whole room.
What the children didn't know was that Declan, Treyton, and Jagger were not who they said they were. Declan was really Toshiro Hitsugaya 10th Captain of the 13 Court Guard Squads. Treyton was former Cuatro Espada Ulquiorra Schiffer and Jagger was former Sexta Espada Grimmjow Jaggerjack. Toshiro's lieutenant, Rangiku Matsumoto, was here as well with two of her fellow Soul Reapers, Ikkaku Madarame and Renji Abarai. Ikkaku and Renji would help coach P.E. while Rangiku would assist the literature teacher, Mrs. Zimmerman with her duties. Though the 3 other Soul Reapers, not including Toshiro/Declan, would also be referred to under aliases.
The rest of this story will be told from Emily's point of view, one of Toshiro's classmates, and she would end up changing their lives forever. I will interrupt her thoughts at some points in the story to tell you who is which Soul Reaper but after that the story will mostly be told from her point of view with which these characters will be referred to as their aliases, because she doesn't know any better.
EMILY'S P.O.V.:
I was so frickin lucky, not. Of course the teacher chooses me to be the new kids' go-to-girl. Ms. Straight A's in every class has to help them with whatever they need and give them my phone number for emergencies! Of course the new guys get stuck at my table and that weirdo Jagger keeps flirting with me and it's taking all my self refrain to keep myself from jumping across the table and strangling that neck of his. Treyton is a totally emotionless freakazoid. It's like he's got a wall up and never let's people in. Like I care if he wants to be Mr. Grumpy. Though the more I stare at these guys I can't help but feel like I've seen them before. That's it! These guys look like Bleach characters! Treyton looks like Ulquiorra, Jagger like Grimmjow, and Declan like Toshiro. Toshiro, yay! Except they look younger, more like kids my age. Oh shit these guys look like Bleach characters, either I've become an even crazier otaku or I'm completely paranoid. OMG those guys look like Bleach characters! This is gonna be a REALLY LONG two months.