I do not own bleach.
Wow! It's been about nine months since I updated. I'm sorry that I haven't updated in so long but I did put a notice on my profile page. This year was definitely a struggle for me. Let's just say life never goes the way you plan.
I totally understand if you were annoyed with me for not updating for so long because I also get annoyed when authors who, at first, update really quickly and then suddenly stop.
It's not exactly the most exciting chapter, in fact it's a bit of a typical chapter, but I had to put it in so I could develop the relationship between my OC, Nicara, and Grimmjow.
The first and last part of the chapter is in Nicara's POV
"Today class, you will be put into groups of two to work on a very big project." said the teacher. "I already put everyone into groups, so there will be no switching."
Shit. Hopefully I'm not partners with Keigo.
"I picked these groups based on everyone's grades. This way, every group should be even."
The teacher began to write down the names of each group and the topic that they would be doing research on.
Keigo and Uryu
I sighed in relief. At least I didn't have to be partners with Keigo, he would've drove the hell out of me.
Orihime and Mizuiro
Ichigo and Michiru
Nicara and Grimmjow.
Out of all people, I just had to be partners with Grimmjow. Keigo probably wouldn't have been such a bad idea after all. I mean at least he would probably listen to me and do what I say. They both have terrible grades, but after that PE experience I just knew this project wasn't going to workout either.
I guess I'm going to be doing this project myself.
"The project will be marked by the ability of working together, in other words, each group member must present part of the project in an evenly matter. I do not want one person doing everything while the other just sits around. In life you will be given tasks, and sometimes the key isn't about trying to do it perfectly, but communication and cooperation. The project will be due next week. You will have plenty of class time to work on it, so good luck."
Luck? No, luck wasn't going to help. I was going to need a miracle.
Getting out of my desk, I walked over to Grimmjow, who didn't seem to understand the meaning of getting to work.
"So," I said, trying to make some sort of conversation."what do you want to do for the project?"
"What project?"
Seriously? Did he just say what I think he said?
"You know, the project the teacher just assigned us."
He looked at me dumbfounded.
"Me and you are in a group and we have to do a project on XXXXX and it's due next week."
"Well, I ain't doing shit, so if you want you can do it yourself."
Okay, he definitely wasn't listening to the teacher at all.
"You don't think I would if I could? I'm guessing you also didn't hear the teacher when she said that each group member must present the project, meaning you have to help me otherwise we're going to get a bad grade."
"So who cares, if you do the project we could still pass."
Pass?! How am I suppose to get into University?!
"You really don't care about school do you."
"No, why should I?"
I was about to answer his absurd question but decided to save my breath.
"Nevermind, just, do you want to work on the project at my house or at your place?"
"I already told you I'm not gonna do this fuckin' project."
Why does he have to make it so hard? "Can we just finish this argument later?" I said while crossing my fingers.
"Fine, I'll go to your place."
Success! "Be there at five." I said as I left and went back to my seat. My lips curved into a small smile, at least I had a couple of hours to think of a way to force Grimmjow into doing this project with me.
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Nicara started to tidy up the house a little, it wasn't exactly messy, but sometimes personal habits occurs when living alone.
"Woof!" Ari barked.
Soon enough, footsteps could be heard on the front porch. Ari began to growl.
"That must be grimmjow." said Nicara. She looked back to Ari."Behave Ari." Ari whined, but quickly scampered down the hall and into one of the bedrooms.
Nicara opened the door for Grimmjow.
"Hey, come in."
"No shit, what else am I gonna do? Stand in front of your door all day."
Nicara rolled her eyes as Grimmjow walked in. Smartass.
"So, have you decided on any ideas for the project?"
"Let's get this straight, woman, I ain't doing this project."
"I figured" Nicara mumbled.
"Well, I'm leaving now."
Grimmjow was about to turn around and leave when Nicara yelled, "Wait!"
"What?" he growled in annoyance.
"There has to be something."
Grimmjow looked at her confused.
"What will it take to make you do this project with me?" Nicara demanded. Nicara's grades meant everything to her. She'd work so hard to place second and she wasn't going to let some dumb project and partner bring her down. Drastic times called for drastic measures.
"Nothing." Grimmjow answered several seconds later.
Noticing his hesitation, Nicara pressed on. "There's got to be something, anything. I'll pay you, or I can do your homework for a month, or if your low on drugs I bet I could find you some."
Grimmjow looked at her bewildered.
"Who the fuck do you think I am woman?"
"I dunno," she muttered, slightly embarrassed, " I was just thinking of ideas."
"Well I 've got an idea."
"Really, what?" Nicara asked, her voice full of hope.
Grimmjow suddenly got very close and pinned her up against the nearest wall.
"How bout we have a little fun, then we'll do whatever you want for that project" Grimmjow whispered as he brushed her skin with his finger tips.
Nicara began to feel uncomfortable and turned her head away. "Get off me."
"What? You a virgin?"
"No, that's none of your business."Nicara hated when people asked her about her sex life. It had absolutely nothing to do with them, so what if she had slept with someone before, should that be surprising? Nicara wasn't super pretty or anything, but she had her own beauty that very few men have experienced.
"Oh, so you're experienced? That'll make things even more entertaining." he exclaimed while licking his lips.
"Stop playing games with me Grimmjow," Nicara spat while trying to push Grimmjow off of her. "If you wanted to rape me, then you could've done that a few days ago instead of helping me."
Deciding he had gone far enough, Grimmjow let go of Nicara.
"If there's nothing you want then I guess I'll just do this project myself." Nicara stated angrily. She was tired of Grimmjow's little games. She had tried her best to get Grimmjow to cooperate, but only made it worse.
"There is something..." Nicara's ears perked up."...I need a place to stay."
She wasn't expecting to hear that. "What? You mean here?" she questioned, sounding surprized.
"You got an extra room, don't ya?" He stated more than asked.
Nicara had to think for a moment.
"Where do you live right now?"
"That's none of your business." he mocked."So do we fuckin' have a deal or not?"
Nicara wasn't sure if she should be happy or upset; Grimmjow was actually compromising to work on the project if she let him stay at her place. It definitely wasn't what she expected, but letting Grimmjow rent the room meant getting the project done, she was going to have to take it.
"Fine. But..."
"But what?"
"There's going to be some house rules. And when my parents come by to visit, you're going to have to find somewhere else to stay for those nights." Nicara didn't want to have to go through the trouble of explaining Grimmjow to her parents. They would probably think it was her boyfriend and that was the reason why she wasn't placing first in her class.
"Fine." Agreed Grimmjow, finally putting an end to their argument.
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"And for the XXX we could do that."
They had finally got a start on their project; however, Grimmjow had no idea what the girl was saying half the time. It was as if she was speaking another language.
"And for the history of XXX do you think we should add in XXX or do you think we should put that information of a different section?"
Grimmjow couldn't take it anymore, "Look, woman, I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about. I said that I would help, but what I really meant was that you give me the shit I have to memorize and say to the class, so it looks like I did something."
Nicara sighed. "You really don't care about school do you?" She asked, a second time in a day.
"No, why should I?" he questioned.
"Don't you want to get into college or university? You know, get a good job and make lots of money." Nicara was beginning to feel curious about Grimmjow's future plans.
"You ain't need school to make money."
"Of course not," Nicara grumbled, "Not with your body." Nicara had to admit Grimmjow was good-looking. He had the most beautiful azure eyes, a perfectly sculptured body, and the most amazing hair. He was basically every typical girl's dream man. The only flaw he had was his horrid personality.
"What did you say?"
"Oh never mind." Nicara chuckled, slightly amused.
Hearing Nicars's sarcasm in her voice, Grimmjow decided to try getting on her nerves. "Is that why you try to be little miss perfect?"
Nicara glanced at Grimmjow for a moment, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. "So what if I'm a bit of a perfectionist? At least I'm gonna get somewhere in life."
"Tch, whatever floats your boat."
Nicara sighed, "can we just focus on the project right now? There's still so much to do." Grimmjow didn't say anything afterwards and starting flipping through some textbooks, at least he was cooperating for now.
After a few hours of working on the project Nicara decided it was enough for the day. She quickly got up and lead Grimmjow to the door.
"So, you going home now?" she asked as he was putting on his shoes.
"Yeah, but I'm gonna try to move in here as soon as possible." he said, almost sounding desperate.
"Your place that bad, huh?"
"It's the size of a closet." Grimmjow spat.
Nicara gave out a small chuckle. "Oh, come on, no need to exaggerate."
"Tch, if only you knew."
Throughout the week Grimmjow continued to go to Nicara's house to work on their project. Unfortunately, Grimmjow hadn't been able to move into her house yet because the shinigami didn't trust him enough to live at some human's house, especially a female one.
"We just have to add our names on it, and tada it's finished!"
Nicara sighed in happiness as she sprawled her back on to the floor.
"Bout time."
Grimmjow watched Nicara smile in happiness, he never thought finishing a school project could make a person this happy. Come to think of it, Grimmjow had never seen this woman smile, at least not this cheerfully.
"Well, since we're done the project now, if you want to you could go now." she offered.
"Go, and do what?"
"I dunno, hang out with friends, go to the mall, whatever guys do."
"What the fuck would you do at the mall?"
"Buy stuff? wait, you've never been to the mall?"
"No..."
Nicara stared at Grimmjow, eyes wide and astonished. Where in the world is this guy from? "We'll... if we get a good mark on this project tomorrow, I'll take you there, okay?"
Grimmjow snorted. "And by good you mean 100%?"
"No... just as long as it's an A"
"Tch, of course. Wouldn't want little miss perfect getting less than an A"
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"And that's how the XXX happened"
The entire class applauded.
"Very impressive." Concluded the teacher. "Your group has done exceptionally well. The written work and presentation is marvellous. I even tested your own knowledge of the subject based on couple of questions. I am very proud of the both of you. "
"Thank you very much, we worked very hard on this project."
"And as a reward the both of you will be getting 100%."
I don't know what got into me, it was probably because it was first time I beat Uryu on a project ( who got 90% because Keigo screwed up), I ended up hugging Grimmjow after hearing that we got 100%. I mean it was thanks to him, and he was the closest person standing beside me so I kinda went for it. Grimmjow didn't exactly hug me back, not that I expected him to, instead he awkwardly looked away with a tint of pink creeping up his face.
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Well, I guess I don't exactly deserve a review for such a long wait, but maybe next time?
Next chapter will probably be up in mid August.