Knocking On An Open Door
Chapter 2: Wild Card
I didn't sleep at all that night.
Thinking and thinking all night long didn't do much good, considering I didn't know what to think about Grimmjow any more now then what I had before. Our little bonding experience, if anything, left me more confused then when I had first encountered him.
I dragged myself out of bed and eventually made it to my first class in a daze, taking a seat in an abandoned desk and making myself comfortable. The teacher droned and droned and droned and thoughts of the twins continued to flit through my thoughts.
The next class was very much the same. The monotony was sickening. Was I already addicted? Did I need his presence that much? I couldn't wait to see him…couldn't…wait.
I filed into Aizen-sensei's class early just to assure I sat on the edge, the second seat in a row not too close to the front but not too far in the back. I put my famous scowl on my face to ensure no one was stupid enough to try and sit in the empty seat next to me, and, knowing what I knew about Grimmjow, he'd probably be late.
And so he was. Of course Grimmjow blazed into the room like a bloody rock star, taking everybody's attention AGAIN. It made me a little jealous that not only could he enter a room and command attention so effortlessly but that he wasn't doing it for me and me alone.
It was a stupid thought to have, but I felt it all the same.
I watched him saunter across the lecture hall: same ripped jeans and a red t-shirt with a rooster on it with the words 'Pet My Cock' scrawled across the abdomen. I averted my eyes, pretending to study the projection on the screen as I listened to his heavy footsteps on the stairs.
Here he comes...
He was on my level now, and then he'd…
Pass?
I cocked my head slightly to watch him disappear up another few steps, taking a seat several rows above me.
I didn't know exactly how to feel.
Honestly, what had I expected? That we were friends now? Was I that naïve?
No. No. Anybody in their right mind would assume friendship after our little lunch party. Right?
I continued to obsess over what it could mean until I finally told my brain to shut the fuck up. Grimmjow is a certifiable ass hole; he's a prick who doesn't think about anybody else but himself.
So…why did it hurt my feelings that he chose not to sit next to me?
Somehow, halfway through the lecture, I found myself craning my neck to the point of pain to take a look back at him.
Low and behold, his molten blue eyes locked with mine, his feral grin in place. He chuckled, something deep and throaty that made the few students around him look at him in astonished interest.
I flicked him the bird.
He licked his lips, his eyes taunting me.
Fuck. I was not cut out for these mind games.
I'm sure Grimmjow knew that.
…
When class dismissed I left the lecture hall fuming, ready to beat anybody that looked at me wrong into a bloody pulp.
I was so pissed off at him that I didn't even realize I had gone down an unfamiliar hallway.
So pissed off that I ran into a solid wall of flesh and fell backward, my messenger bag falling from my shoulder and spilling open its contents.
Before I could curse, I looked up at the idiot who had run into me and my tongue went numb.
"G-Godric," I finally stammer, his face full of concern. He dropped to his haunches and began gathering up the papers that had fallen out of my messenger bag, his eyes finally meeting mine.
I sucked in a breath, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wasn't…I'm not feeling well, and…"
"I was hoping I would run into you again," he said with a small tilt of his lips, "Although I hadn't imagined that it would be quite so…literal."
And the way he says 'literal' makes my dick stir and I gain control of my limbs again and I go to grab the stack of papers from his hands, but when our skin touches and I feel hot I get nervous and nearly drop my sketch pad, the pages fluttering as nervously as I feel. One sketch falls out, dropping to the floor between us like a leaf in the fall.
I stare down at it, my heart pounding. Jesus, of all the sketches to fall, why this one?
Godric bends down to retrieve it, his blue eyes flickering over it in interest while I blush and try to stammer something but it's incoherent and instead of facing my shame I mumble, "I have to go" and turn tail in the hallway, leaving Godric in the dust.
Or so I thought.
In my haste and embarrassment, I almost run into another blue-haired male that has constantly been on my mind. He quirks his eyebrow at me, looking down at me saying, "Oi, why'd you bolt out of class like a bat outta' hell?"
I'm bitter at Grimmjow and I'm embarrassed with my encounter with Godric, so I shake my head to try and clear it but it isn't working and I let out a small whine.
"Just leave me alone," I say, shoving past him.
He grabs my arm at the elbow hard enough to jolt me back, and now I feel trapped by his unreadable eyes and Godric is now standing with us, the sketch in one of his hands. He puts his hand on Grimmjow's wrist, the one that's currently keeping me in place.
"Grimmjow, you're hurting him," he says quietly. I watch their nearly identical eyes process each other and something unspoken passes between them and then suddenly I'm free, my skin throbbing where Grimmjow had grabbed me so carelessly.
"Are you alright?" Godric asks and I can't even make eye contact I'm so embarrassed.
I start rubbing my throbbing arm, my face and neck on fire, "I'm fine."
"I didn't grab him that hard," Grimmjow mumbles, arms folded over his chest.
"It might bruise. You forget your own strength, Grimm," Godric says, folding the sketch in half and holding it out towards me, "This is very good. Please finish it."
I gape at him, my mouth hanging open wide enough to catch flies. Who were these twins? I didn't know what to think about them at all. One was a complete sadistic, manipulative bastard while the other was charming, polite, and caring. It made my head spin.
I reach out to accept the sketch, but Grimmjow is faster.
He opens it and stares at it, his face immediately turning into a shit-eating smirk, "I knew it. You're a shitty liar, Ichigo."
"It's just a drawing!" I exclaim, taking it from his hands in a wild snatch, "I like drawing people. Leave me alone."
"Grimmjow, you're being a bully," Godric stated.
"And you're being a pussy," Grimmjow shot back, one of his hands taking hold of Godric's wrist, "So is Kurosaki. This secret crush bullshit makes me sick."
I'm still staring at the way Grimmjow's hand is possessively over Godric's wrist and I wonder…I wonder…certain things that aren't all that appropriate for brothers, especially twins.
He starts dragging Godric away, Godric's eyes straying back to me. Godric takes the sketch out of Grimmjow's hand, passing it back to me before he's too far away for me to reach.
"See you around, Ichigo," he says, finally breaking Grimmjow's hold on his wrist, "I hope we, well, run into each other again."
I hear Grimmjow snort and watch Grimmjow push Godric in the shoulder. They disappear down the hallway and I stare stupidly down at the large sketch of Godric seated at a piano. I begin folding it up again to stick in my bag when I realize there's pen marking that wasn't there before.
Black ink constructs a phone number written in a slanted, elegant script in the top corner.
I breathe in deeply through my nose for several minutes before placing the sacred treasure in my bag and making my way back to my dorm where my dreams are filled with long, slender fingers and blue eyes.
…..
A couple days later, I can't sleep again. I keep staring at the sketch of Godric I pinned next to my bed, the foreign phone number drilled through my mind so many times I've already memorized it by heart.
Of course, I still haven't called.
Next to the sketch is a rough graphite sketch of his twin. Grimmjow's eyes bore into mine, the set of his mouth determined, the way he looks at most people, even those in authority. Another sketch is taped beside that one, this one an attempt to capture the twins together, that moment in the hallway where Grimmjow grabbed his younger twin's wrist in a show of dominant male possession.
I shiver.
Unable to sleep, I stare at the sketches until I feel myself grow aroused.
I kick my sheets off, my body hot and beginning to sweat. I take a cold shower before I lose my mind.
…
"Oh. My. Gosh," the short, black-haired male gushed from the opposite end of the hallway. I didn't know much about the short annoying male other then the fact that he was flamboyantly gay and many mistook him for a girl. I was sitting against the wall of the hallway, a textbook open in my lap, trying to finish a chapter for another class before the class I was waiting for began. It was still early, at least twenty minutes before anybody would go into the lecture classroom. Several other students were reading quietly or bopping to headphones, but I was immediately distracted by the high voice of Luppi. Or at least, I was pretty sure that was his name.
I stared down the hallway, curious, my breath tight in my chest as I watched Grimmjow stand next to him, his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed as Luppi gushed on and on about Grimmjow's work.
"I'm not in the art studio often, but I saw a painting in there and sensei told me it was your unfinished work. It was epic," he giggles, hugging his textbooks to his chest. In that moment I can't help but hate him for his cuteness. He was usually a snide ass hole, always jibing people and giving them a reason to want to beat him up, but today he was being extremely friendly and adorable.
I didn't like it.
"You a painter?" Grimmjow asked, seeming at ease talking to the annoying little prick. His eyebrow was quirked, like he was trying to figure out what Luppi wanted.
Luppi made an exaggerated noise through his nose, "Absolutely not. I'm a singer; classically trained. In fact, I met your brother Godric the other day in the music hall."
I hadn't even realized my hands had clenched into fists. Luppi's voice was becoming huskier by the second, and I didn't like it. Not one bit.
"You're both gorgeous," Luppi continued with a giggle, "and both extremely talented. My sensei told me that Godric could very well be a musical prodigy."
"He is," Grimmjow said, his voice sounding matter of fact. I couldn't help but sense the pride behind the words; he wasn't in competition with his brother. I don't know what made me think I could read him so easily, but the way he spoke of his brother only confirmed that they were a lot closer then I had originally believed.
"Where are you two from? They must grow prodigies there or something. You just recently transferred to Karakura, right?" he said, flipping his hair with a small white hand. Sometimes the kid could be so girly.
Grimmjow looked unimpressed, "We were born here. Raised in Europe."
"Oh? Anywhere in particular? I've always wanted to go to Paris," Luppi said, putting his hands together like it was a dream come true.
"Fuck France. I fuckin' hated it there. We grew up in Germany. Travelled a lot."
"Where?"
"Does it really matter?" Grimmjow said with a sigh, running a hand through his thick blue locks.
"Yes! Come on, I've never left the country," Luppi cried, turning on puppy dog eyes.
Grimmjow grunted, "Our parents kept summer residences in Sweden and Denmark, mostly, but Germany was always our home. Until now."
"Do you not like Japan?"
"I'm starting to," Grimmjow's eyes landed on me briefly. I looked away, my face red.
"So you guys must have been really young when you left, huh?" Luppi said, taking on this nasally voice that irritated me.
"We don't remember Japan. We were too young, but our mother insisted we learn the language. Our father insisted we be educated in as many languages as possible for business."
"Wow. You guys are so, like, cultured."
Grimmjow shrugged.
"So, like, why did you come back?"
"It's complicated," is all he said before there was snickering laughter from some boys who had just entered through the glass doors closest to Grimmjow and Luppi. I recognized the redheaded leader covered in tattoos, Renji Abarai, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. I remembered a time when we were in middle school together and had been as thick as thieves, but we'd gone to separate high schools, resulting in this hey-I-kind-of-know-you-but-not-really routine. We usually nodded to each other or showed some sign of acknowledgment when we would run into each other in the art building, but other then that, we didn't interact too much.
And it made me nervous with the way he was smiling at Grimmjow.
"So it's true, huh? You being a fairy, I mean," Renji said with a sadistic smirk, "Is that how you got the scholarship, faggot? Sucking the board members' cocks?"
I watched Grimmjow's face for signs of anger, of rage, but none came. Instead, a smirk slower than molasses began to form on his face, revealing sharp canines.
"I didn't ask for a fucking scholarship. The international exchange program found my work in a gallery in Munich and offered me a full-ride to attend this piss-ass excuse for a university that you had to work your ass off to get into. If anything, Red, they sucked MY cock."
He took a few steps forward, now standing directly in front of Abarai, his blue eyes looking down at the slightly shorter redhead.
Renji snorted, "How fucking convenient for you and your faggot twin. What about him, huh? Heard he's got magic fingers..."
My eyes widened as I watched Grimmjow's free hand shoot out, grabbing Renji's crotch in a vice-like grip that made Renji's face contort in discomfort and surprise. I winced as I heard Renji yelp as Grimmjow's grip tightened, barely making out Grimmjow's words due to the volume of Renji's cussing.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you," Grimmjow stated, his hand still in place, his eyes lit with danger even though his face looked amused, "You better watch what comes out of that perky little mouth of yours, Red, or I'll put it to better use."
"Jesus, man! Lemme go!" Renji growled, grabbing at Grimmjow's wrist to no avail. Grimmjow must have jerked his hand because Renji yelped again and I felt my own balls tingle at the thought of the pain Renji was currently in.
Grimmjow's face was no longer smiling, his eyes heated, "Now, how about an apology?"
"Fuck you!"
"I do the fucking," Grimmjow said evenly before saying, "I wanna hear 'I'm sorry' or I'm gonna make sure your useless dick turns purple. You want kids, don't you?"
"Goddamn it, I'm sorry, alright? Fuck!" Renji spat, falling backwards as Grimmjow finally released him.
"Apology accepted."
"Fucking freak!" Renji bellowed, throwing himself at Grimmjow, fists swinging.
I continued to stare, completely entranced as Renji landed a decent upper hook on Grimmjow, enough to split his lip and make it bleed.
My spine tingled at Grimmjow's laughter. I had never heard it before.
He grazed his knuckles across his split lip, a bit of blood marring the Latin word tattooed directly beneath his thumb and stretching to his ring finger. It was identical to the one on his brother's hand.
Grimmjow licked the blood from his knuckles, making me suck in a breath. Shit. I was glad I had worn loose-fitting jeans today. Grimmjow ran his tongue over the split part of his lip before smiling wickedly at Renji, Renji now being held back by two of his friends that had come in with him.
Grimmjow's eyes danced as he addressed an irritated Renji, "You know that's like foreplay to me, right?"
…..
"What the fuck was his problem?" I managed to voice after class. Grimmjow had chosen to sit next to me, although we obviously hadn't had a chance to chat during the lecture.
Grimmjow looked at me like he hadn't been listening, "Hmm?"
I sighed, "Why did Renji antagonize you like that? Do you guys even know each other?"
Grimmjow smirked, "Wha, Red? Somethin' like that."
I stared at him, waiting. He finally chuckled and picked up his notebook as we filed out of the room, "He's the kid that pissed me off in painting class. Ya know, the ass hole who made me slash his canvas. He's lucky I didn't slash his fucking balls."
The news made me laugh almost hysterically, which I don't think either of us counted on.
"Hey."
"What?" I answered.
"We're going to a party."
I raise my pierced eyebrow, "Oh really? And since when do you dictate where I go and what I do, exactly?"
I hate Grimmjow's knowing smile, "Since the minute 'ya met me."
"Cocky, man. Real cocky."
"Yeah. Twelve inches of cocky," he shot back, his hand disappearing into my jean's pocket and retrieving my phone. He immediately began typing away on it, leaving me flustered and slightly aroused, my heart banging in my throat.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Storing my number, seeing as you're a pussy and won't call my brother," Grimmjow said, clicking several more buttons before smiling at the screen and handing it back to me, "That's my number, my personal number. Give that to anybody and I'll rip you a new ass hole."
"Why…what?"
"How else are 'ya gonna know where the party is? I'll text you the directions later."
"W-wait, what about…"
"An old family friend who's happy we're back in town," Grimmjow said with excited eyes, "Haven't seen that bastard since our stint in Russia two years ago. Besides, he's my dealer while I'm forced to live in this hellhole, and his boyfriend has amazing taste in music. You'll love it."
"Great. More drugs and strangers I don't know."
"Suck it up, Kurosaki."
….
I did. I went back to my dorm room and showered and scrubbed and lathered and shaved and by the time I was dry and digging through my closet, I felt I had completely gone and started acting like a lovesick teenage girl.
Understandable. Two hot and ridiculously-talented twins with completely opposite personalities were going to be at this little get together and I would be damned if I didn't look my best.
I decided on a clean plain white polo and jeans before gelling my hair and putting on the silver watch with the black face I had gotten for my birthday last year from my old man. After a spray of cologne that was somewhat fruity, I deemed myself presentable.
I was beginning to worry when I still hadn't received a text, and then it hit me.
Grimmjow gave me his number, but I hadn't given him mine.
Without really thinking about it, I picked up my phone and composed a message.
OI, WHERE'S THIS PARTY AT, ASS HOLE?
I waited. I stared at my cell phone as if it were my saving grace, beating myself up on the inside for caring so much whether he replied instantly or not. It was GRIMMJOW, for Kami's sake. Of course he'd take his sweet ass time and make me work for it.
It only made me fall for him more.
I turned on my tiny television and began to watch an old anime re-run around seven o'clock and waited.
And waited. And waited.
I looked at my watch. 11:02 p.m.
Right when I was about to start cussing aloud, my phone vibrated with an incoming text:
WHAT DORM YOU IN?
I quickly typed in the name of my dorm building, having forgotten that I had no real means of going to a party without transportation. I didn't have a car considering I could walk just about anywhere I needed to go for school or pleasure, so the prospect that Grimmjow was going to pick me up made me feel a bit crazy.
Shit. He'd done it on purpose, hadn't he? He'd probably figured that I didn't have a car, so putting his number in my phone under the pretense that I'd need 'directions' was a total setup. And I had fallen for it: hook, line and sinker.
Sometimes I wondered if I was mentally incompetent.
My phone vibrated again:
COME OUTSIDE.
I grabbed my keys and threw on a pair of white Keds, locking my door behind me and taking the elevator with a sense of dread even though butterflies rocked inside my stomach like it was homecoming.
I walked through the lobby with impatience, making my way outside and spotting him almost instantly, leaning up against the side of a sleek black Jaguar, his aviators over his eyes even thought it was fucking nearly midnight, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. He stubbed it out, nodding his head towards his car, "Get in, ass hole."
"Shut the fuck up," I replied, getting in anyway. The car looked brand new, the interior leather smooth against my skin. Grimmjow blasted the air conditioning and cranked the stereo system. I smelled the fumes coming from the air vents and wrinkled my brow.
"What'd you do? Smoke the car out before you got here?" I said, unable to help wrinkling my nose.
"Uh, yeah," Grimmjow said, digging in the central compartment and pulling out a bag of weed bigger than my fist. It was green and orange with little hairs all over it and I wrinkled my nose again, but the smell was actually growing on me and becoming pleasant. It was herbal, after all.
"I was wonderin' how long it would take 'ya to text me," Grimmjow said with a shake of his head as he typed something really quick into his own cell phone, "You're not too bright, are you?"
"Shut up."
Grimmjow shrugged, "Party didn't start 'til ten anyway. Only noobs show up on time, yeah?"
"Whatever."
"Don't be a bitch. The night's just gettin' started."
And with that, Grimmjow cranked the stereo and peeled out, making my gut clench. A part of me already knew I didn't want the night to end.
….
Grimmjow parked in front of what I could only describe as a small castle. The yard was sprawling, the house itself three stories with white columns supporting the front of the structure and a side panel that even looked like a castle tower. The driveway was already filled with cars and many had already begun to park in the grass. Several girls were talking outside, wearing short skirts and heels, beer cans in their hands. As soon as I got out of the car, I could hear the music, the bass nearly shaking my body already and we weren't even in the house yet. Whoever this 'friend' of Grimmjow's was, he was fucking loaded. We were in one of the richest areas of Karakura: only politicians and CEOs could afford the sprawling digs in this area.
"Let's go," Grimmjow said with a tilt of his head, his glasses having been abandoned in the car. I hadn't even noticed he was wearing black jeans and a plain baby blue t-shirt, his tattoos seeming even brighter with the difference in color. I followed him inside, trying not to drool all over myself.
The place seemed so big on the outside, but on the inside, it was crowded enough with people that I felt as if it was a smaller house. The ceilings were high and vaulted and everything was glaringly white like the outside. The floors were smooth marble and everywhere I looked I felt as if I was breathing sophisticated expensive air. It was just one of those kinds of houses. The living room had been rearranged, a professional DJ booth set up strategically to make best use of the space and the gigantic speakers and subwoofers. A tall, slender man with slitted eyes was at the turntables, spinning a dubstep remix that had my ears rattling in excitement. Grimmjow hadn't been kidding when he'd said the friend's boyfriend had good taste.
A lot of people were already dancing, holding their drinks in one hand or were already grinding on their chosen partners for the evening. The lights were dimmed down, some strobe lights having been set up in different corners of the large room. We weaved our way through the throngs of partiers towards the large kitchen, which had glass French doors opened to show a sprawling back patio. A few people were out there, sitting and drinking or smoking a cigarette while some girls lounged in the large pool that had different colored balloons floating on the surface. A buffet had been set up out here, smelling amazing while two older looking people in white outfits were putting out more platters of food, obviously a catered kind of event.
"Oi, fuck face," Grimmjow called, suddenly jumping on somebody I didn't know without any warning. The man was tall, maybe an inch taller than Grimmjow, his brown hair in wavy locks down to his shoulders, his large grey eyes looking lazy and hazed from too much weed.
"Wondering when you were going to show up," he drawled, his voice deep and sexy. His eyes traveled over me after he'd rustled Grimmjow's hair, Grimmjow slapping his hand out of the way and laughing something in a language I didn't know.
The man replied in the language before he held out a hand to me, "Starrk Coyote. Welcome to my home."
I stared at him with bugged out eyes. This guy didn't look a day over twenty-four: how the hell did he afford such a place? Was he one of those trust fund babies I'd heard so much about?
"I'm Kurosaki Ichigo. Your house is amazing, by the way," I blabbed, looking for something to say to dispel the awkwardness I knew was coming.
"Thank you. Gin remodeled it last summer. Before that, it wasn't nearly so…poetic," Starrk said with a smirk before waving his hand towards the buffet, "I don't know about you guys, but I've got the munchies like crazy. Let's feast."
"Fuck yeah," Grimmjow breathed, heading towards the table of food before Starrk or I had even taken another step.
Starrk stopped me with a hand on my shoulder, making me look up at him with confusion.
"You still have time to back out, you know?" he said, his eyes testing me. It wasn't threatening in any way, but I still felt apprehensive with his large hand on my shoulder.
I took a step back, "What?"
Starrk shook his head, chuckling under his breath, "They're my oldest friends. I know Grimmjow too well, and I know that he's very good at breaking things."
Before I could ask him what he meant, he called over to Grimmjow and joined him in the line of food, both of them making mountains on their plates while Grimmjow talked animatedly with his friend he hadn't seen in two years. It was almost strange seeing him so…normal. He wasn't being overly abrasive or confrontational; he was just…having fun with an old friend. And that threw me off, almost as much as Starrk and his all-knowing gaze.
Suddenly I wasn't so hungry anymore.
…
Over an hour later I'm getting hammered and the rest of the party guests are even worse. The DJ, Starrk's boyfriend who I remember to have a G name (what was up with all the G names? They seemed to be popping up everywhere) eventually relinquished his position and handed it off to a Goth boy with a 69 tattooed on his face. I snorted when I saw that: he must be a sex addict or something.
"I think that kid is a sex addict," I say aloud to nobody in particular, well past my tenth beer.
"What kid?" Grimmjow said, striking with his pool stick and sinking the final solid he needed to win the game. Starrk groaned in defeat, handing his pool stick off to the next party guest that wanted to play. Grimmjow slid next to me on the couch, watching where I was pointing.
Grimmjow barked with laughter, taking my nearly-finished beer out of my hand, "I think ya've had enough for one party, Kurosaki."
I take it back forcefully, a scowl on my face, "Don't take shit that don't belong to you, ass hole."
Starrk grinned, "I like this kid. He's got spunk, Grimm."
"Fuck you," Grimmjow shot back even though he was smiling.
"Only I'm allowed to do that," the silver-haired DJ said, sliding his arms around Starrk's waist and planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Hey baby," Starrk rumbled, returning the kiss before motioning with his free hand towards Ichigo, "Kurosaki, this is my boyfriend, Gin. Gin, this is that Kurosaki kid Grimmjow and Godric are fighting over."
"Mah mah," Gin said, opening his pale blue eyes after taking a sip from Starrk's beer, "How does it feel to be fought over by twins?"
I'm burning red at this point and everybody laughs. I don't. I'm too embarrassed.
"Last time I checked, we weren't fighting over him," Grimmjow said matter-of-factly as he leered at me, "I already told him I'm willing 'ta share."
I didn't know which 'him' Grimmjow was referring to, me or Godric, but it still got me worked up. I punched him hard in the shoulder before standing up, taking a moment to gain my balance, "Fuck you, Grimmjow."
"Ain't never gonna happen," he sassed back, but by that time, I was already making my way through the dancing drunk legions, trying to keep one foot in front of the other.
Fuck Grimmjow. I didn't need his bullshit. I was trying to have a good time, and he was ruining my nice buzz. I couldn't remember the last time I had drank this much and even though I didn't want to admit it, it was beginning to affect my motor functions.
I wanted to get away from the throbbing bass for a while, so I made my way up the flight of stairs and veered off into one of the amazing bathrooms, washing my face repeatedly with cold water and taking a piss.
I looked in the mirror, feeling my stomach sink. It wasn't like I could leave, either. Grimmjow had been my ride, and there was no way I could afford a taxi this far away from campus. I didn't have much cash on me in the first place, and walking would just be nonsensical suicide.
Somebody opened the bathroom door, two girls stumbling in giggling maniacally. One of them looked at me, her pupils wide, her smile wider, "Heyyy, do I know you from somewhere?"
"Nope. Don't think so," I say back, hoping I'm not slurring.
The other girl is laughing as she takes a seat on the toilet, her legs splayed wide. If I was into girls, I'd probably be one of those jerks that take advantage of her incredible inebriation, but since I'm not, I ignore her as the other girl continues to talk to me.
"You wanna E with us?" she says, putting a pill in my hand. How it came to be outstretched in front of me in the first place I will never know.
"Looks like you girls are already."
They both giggle but the girl insists I take it, and a crazy part of me thinks that, yeah, why not? It's a party, it's the weekend, and I'll show Grimmjow. I'll show him I can let loose and have a good time and not be uptight. I can be free and uncaring and crazy sometimes. Why not?
Before the pill reaches my lips, the bathroom door opens again, making me drop the small pill on the floor.
I stare helplessly, his blue eyes on mine.
"G-Godric."
Reviews would be appreciated as I am still uncertain with how everyone feels towards this OC. I actually had to cut this chapter in half, as it was much too long, so the next chapter will be up hopefully tomorrow. Thanks guys for your support! :) ~TPP
