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"Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin..."

Panic! at the disco, A Fever You Can't Sweat Out, "Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off"

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Orihime Inoue. She sat against the wall in the corner of the room, cradling an icepack tentatively to the side of her swollen cheek. Ichigo found himself staring at her as he sank down onto the blue synthetic leather seats, fisting his own bag of ice to the back of his head. According to recent office rumor, his 'hallway riot' had caused a series of fights, one of which she'd been a victim of. But who in the world would hit one of the nicest, prettiest, most popular girls in school?

Not that it mattered any to him. She wasn't his problem... anymore.

His problem was the teenager sitting beside him, grinning from ear-to-ear as he stared Ichigo down with an irritatingly chipper attitude. The kid was dressed like a freak, but his gorgeous looks more than made up for it. The perky rainbow colored t-shirt accented by a neon pink tie, the black military boots, the plaid green and yellow, ass-tight pants... And those moist lips, garnered by a pink piercing. The neon colored wristbands that had been pulled up his slim arms, past the elbow... the shiny jewelry the covered his hands and wrists... and ears... Ichigo looked away quickly before he was caught staring.

He'd lost track of what the boy was saying about ten minutes ago. It had been just too much nonsensical jabber.

"Look, I'm really glad you've enjoyed your first day at my expense, but can you please just leave me alone? Today's not a good day. Maybe if you introduce yourself to me again tomorrow, that is if I'm not suspended, we can get along better. 'Kay?" Ichigo said, tone sounding more harsh than originally intended.

The boy removed his turquoise-lensed sunglasses, a scowl forming on his model-like facial features.

"Oi, I was jus' tryin' t'be nice! Ain't no goddamn reason t'bite my fuckin' head off!" The boy shouted, causing every head in the office to swing their way. Ichigo sighed and cradled his face in hard fists. God, this kid had an annoyingly high voice for a guy.

"Excuse me, but that kind of language is not tolerated here in Karakura high!" The office secretary spat as she hefted her rather large buttocks up from her seat behind the desk.

"Well, geezus, lady, maybe ya oughtta update yer rules sometime! Thas how ever'body talked back in my old school!" The new kid shouted, bronze bangs sliding into his eyes. He blew them out of his eyes fitfully as he pulled one knee to his chest, the other sprawled languidly in the aisle. The woman plopped back in her seat with a huff.

Orihime giggled at the outburst, causing the boy at Ichigo's side to send her a seductive smirk.

"So, what kinda guy starts a riot like that, anyway?" The boy asked, winking at the orange-headed girl. Ichigo sighed, assuming that was a hint for him to give his name.

"Kurosaki Ichigo, that's who. And really, I didn't even mean for the shit to happen. Things just spun out of control once that group tried to kick my ass."

"Kick yer..." The new student slid his sunglasses back on, hiding his pale brown eyes. "Che. So, you're a weaklin', huh? Here I thought you'd be some kinda big thug I could hang with."

"Sorry. I'm far from a thug." Ichigo sighed, wanting the boy to leave him alone.

"My name's Shirosaki Hichigo, by the way. I figure I might as well hang with ya anyways, maybe keep some 'o them bitches off ya while I'm around." The boy grinned, playfully taping Ichigo on the arm with a hard fist. Ichigo bit back a groan; God, was he sore.

"How... kind of you." Ichigo made a face. He really didn't need to draw anymore attention to himself. Having the new kid in school trailing him would no doubt make some heads turn. Especially given this boy's outrageously good looks.

"Ya see that girl in the corner, over there?" Shirosaki asked, nodding towards Orihime. Ichigo nodded.

"Yeah, what of her?"

"Che. I'm just makin' a point. Ya seen her once, why ya gotta go 'n keep starin' at her?" Shirosaki asked, smile broadening.

Ichigo blinked. He had no idea he'd been staring. No wonder Orihime was avoiding his gaze so rigorously.

"Whassup with that? Ya know 'er or somethin'?"

"Yeah, I, uh... we... Yeah." Ichigo dropped his head. He really didn't want to go into that.

The memories that came with her name, memories of a fateful night filled with panting moans and awkward touches, was the last thing he needed to bring up with anyone.

"Ya fucked her!" Shirosaki gasped as if he'd stumbled upon the best gossip in the world, his face brightening with a shit-eating grin. Ichigo reeled back in his seat to glare fretfully at the boy, then over to Orihime, who's eyes had bulged at the exclamation, then back to the cackling bronze-haired kid, then to the bitch behind the office desk. His head was suddenly spinning. He so didn't need this shit right now!

"Young man!" The heavy-set lady gasped.

"Aw, can it, bitch!" Shiro barked back, humor gone from his features as he scowled at the woman.

"Kurosaki Ichigo-kun, the principal will you see you now." The office aid smiled as she exited the principals room. Ichigo at first was frozen to his seat as he watched the boy beside him verbally maul the woman behind the desk and Orihime as her wide eyes didn't leave him. What hell had been presented to him now?

He stood, grabbing his ripped backpack and his white hoodie, which had somehow wound up on top of Shirosaki's bright, multi-colored belongings. He blinked at the boy for a moment, registering everything he'd heard from those full, pink lips, before turning to grudgingly shuffle into the other room.

As the door shut behind him, the gleeful smirk found Shirosaki's lips once again, highlighted essentially by stark white teeth.

"Kurosaki Ichigo, eh? Che." He giggled and pulled both his long legs to his chest, grinning childishly into his knees.

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And that's it for number two! Heh, what did you all think? I'm having so much fun writing this!!

Please R/R!