Hello everyone, I have returned from my hiatus! I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR SO LONG AHHHHH DX. College took over my free time essentially. So thank you so much for being EXTREMELY patient. Please enjoy, and feel free to leave a review 3
-Grimmjow-
I hear someone sit down in the desk next to me, but I don't look up. Honestly, I was too busy trying to concentrate on this tedious (and often pointless) book work.
"Hello." A voice purrs to me. It was actually pretty pleasing to hear, actually. Curious as to who spoke to me, I look up to see this Andrew Garfield (that was the only person I could think of) and Clark Kent hybrid looking over at me. My heart both jumps and sinks. Seriously, is everyone at school that possess the XY chromosome this ridiculously attractive? To add to his beauty, he had the most unusual brown eyes I've ever seen. Though they were run of the mill brown, they were warmer than any I've come across. His glasses were resting on the bridge of his nose, and he was wearing a black shirt and jeans with sandals. That shirt suited him, let me tell you.
"Hi." I respond, then turn back to my work. If I looked at him for anymore amount of time, I think my head would've exploded.
"You're Grimmjow, right?"
"Yeah. What's it to you?" I didn't look over at him, pretending to write down some notes.
"Nothing really. It seems appropriate that I know the guy sitting next to me, you know?" He says this nonchalantly, feigning an air of innocence. He was actually…flirting with me. My heart began to flutter. What the hell was this warm feeling inside my chest? It felt…good. I've never felt this way before, not even Ichigo could make me feel like this.
-Ichigo-
Something didn't sit right with that Aizen kid. Sure, he looked harmless, but there was something that didn't strike the right cord with me. It was something in his eyes. Sure, they looked warm. Sure, they were a pretty shade of brown, but he couldn't fool me. After he made his way to his seat, I tried to focus on my work. Note that the key word was tried, and I failed miserably. I could hear Grimmjow and the new kid talking to each other, and I felt my blood boil. How dare that new kid take what was mine-
HOLD UP DID I JUST SAY MINE?! We aren't even together! What the hell was wrong with me?! I shake my head, to make that thought disappear. I look down at my paper and see drawings of me with Grimmjow, and me with Orihime. I quickly erase them and try to get back to learning about the different political parties. I knew that I had to push the thought back to my head, my mind had to focus on something, anything.
-Grimmjow-
The bell rang soon after, and I find myself slowly putting my things away. Call me stupid, but it was so that I could talk to Aizen more.
"It was nice talking to you, Grimmjow." He smiles, showing off perhaps a faint trace of dimples.
"Same here." I shrug and toss my backpack over my shoulder.
"Oh hey. Do you know where the Journalism classroom is?"
"It's on North Campus, past the science buildings. You'll see it soon enough." I quickly walk out the door before he could get a word in edgewise. As the day went on, I thought maybe that I jumped to a conclusion about this guy before I even got to know him. We just had a normal conversation, nothing out of the ordinary. Despite this, something in my heart was telling me that there was something wrong. I decided that without sufficient evidence, I would ignore the feeling for now. Maybe I could talk to Ichigo or Nel about it (though Nel might be one for better advice).
-Ichigo-
Thank God that the school day was over. In addition to the incident in Gov., there was a surprise quiz in APES and Pre-Cal. I'm pretty sure that I failed both, and that made me feel inadequate. Then I missed lunch, so I was feeling both hungry and angry. All I needed was one more thing to go wrong and I'm sure that I would explode. At least it was the one bad day, the other six days couldn't be as bad, right? Maybe I can go hang out with some of my friends this weekend. That never fails to cheer me up. Realistically, I will probably be dragged out of my house, forced to socialize, and won't be reunited with my beloved Netflix until later that night. Oh well, at least it would do me some good, instead of sitting around and getting jealous of a guy I barely knew.
When the school bell rang, I was probably the first one out the door. I felt a strange sense of claustrophobia. Maybe that wasn't the right word, but I guess it'll work. Everywhere I looked, I felt trapped by the sheer amount of couples surrounding me. Some I knew were platonic, others were romantic. I didn't care, I felt sick when I saw the girls laugh while the guys put their arms around them. If there were couples just about making out, my stomach turned to knots. I NEEDED to get out of there and go anywhere, anywhere was more wonderful than here. Just as I was about to get to freedom…
"Ichigo?"
Great. Just great. The third and final strike, the game was over. This was one of two people that I really didn't want to see right now. Forcing a smile and a civil attitude, I turn around to face Orihime.
"Oh hey Hime." I struggled to keep my tone neutral. How the hell did other people manage to keep their facial expressions still, almost like a mask?
"Are you alright?" Her tone is full of concern for me. I felt my face flush slightly, but I quickly brought that down.
"I'm fine, Hime. I just had a bad day." I shrug, praying to God she'll buy the obvious lie. Orihime, bless her heart, was sometimes so dense you could tell her the nastiest thing that you could think of and she wouldn't pick up on it. Still, I wonder what emotions are given away on my face. At this moment, I wish that I was one of those people who kept their emotions hidden away. Their face was almost like a mask. Nothing was given away, and the other person left, not even aware of the storm they created for their person. The disguise fooled the villain and the hero came out victorious.
"Oh I'm so sorry." She clears her throat awkwardly. "So, I was hoping to ask you something…"
Please kill me.
"Sure." I smile a little. It didn't cost me to be nice.
"Well…" She blushes madly. "Willyougotothedancewithme?"
I blink. OH. Homecoming! It was in a few weeks, I completely forgot about it. She did try to ask me, but I think Grimmjow swooped in at the last second.
"Well…Can I get back to you on it? I think my Dad had something planned, I want to make sure." Cue the bullshit meter flying off the charts, but it seemed like a good excuse.
She looked disappointed for a moment, but that beautiful smile returned. "Oh sure! Let me know when you figure it out, okay?" She laughs a little, messing with her hair. Goddamn it, she was so cute. She really wasn't helping my case.
"Will do, Hime. See you tomorrow." I smile and wave a little, then walk away from her. Before I knew it, I was home and laying on my bed. I turn so I'm face down in my pillow. It was then that I let out a scream. God help me.
-Grimmjow-
What a fucking weird day. First that Aizen kid flirted with me and then it seemed like Ichigo was avoiding me for some reason. But still, what the fuck was Ichigo's problem? Maybe something happened between him and what's her name? Big Boobs? Oh whatever, that doesn't matter right now. When I saw the two of them talking, he didn't look all that pleased. Not that it was my business or anything, but it's so easy to tell when he or anyone for that matter is really irritated. Anyway, school was pretty weird, and I couldn't wait to get home. Dad and I were starting a new tradition: family movie night. Once a week, Dad and I will pick one of our movies and have some "guy time." When Mom was alive, she would let me pick out a cartoon and we'd all watch it together. I guess things were finally looking up for me. When I walked into the house, there was no sign of him anywhere. My heart just sank. I knew it was too good to be true. Sighing, I decided to just lay down and go to sleep. Shouldn't have kept my hopes up…
-Ichigo-
I stare at my phone, the cursor just blinking on and off, teasing me. Why was I so scared? It was just a simple question. All I had to do was ask one single question: does Natsumi know anyone who has Grimmjow's cell phone number? (Ha! Gotcha there, didn't I?). I sigh and lock my phone, turning back onto my back and looking at the ceiling. Today was so weird, I must've traveled to the twilight zone (don't judge, that show's really interesting). I stroke the screen of my phone. He loves me, he loves me not, I sarcastically thought to myself. Look at me, what a pathetic sight. Here I was getting worked over a guy that I was barely getting to know and feeling angry against some brunette "oh I'm so innocent" guy. Feeling frustrated with myself, I decide to just go for it.
"Hey Natsu :). Do you have Grimmjow's number by any chance?" Send.
Ten seconds later, a response: "Hey Strawberry! I'm sorry, I don't. Why?" She then sends me a wiggling eyebrow gif. Ha. Ha. Ha.
"I think his jacket was left behind when he was over at my place. I wanted to be sure is all." That sounded like a half ass excuse, but it was the only thing I had at the moment.
"Did this 'jacket' have a rubber texture ;D?"
Cheeky little shit. "Ha. Ha. Ha. You're funny. No."
"Calm down, Strawberry. Just ask him tomorrow."
"Thanks, Natsu."
Well, that went better than expected. See, I could be a big boy after all. There went my alibi for having him over, apologizing to him, the works. I just toss my phone to the ground and grab one of my manga volumes. Maybe reading would take my mind off of things. Also, I could finally finish this one. Lately, school has kept me busy and as a result I have little free time. Ah, here we go. The boy meets the…you've got to be kidding me. I guess the universe is out for me after all. I groan and put the manga volume away carefully (it goes to show that I value manga over my phone, doesn't it?). I just needed to get out of the house, but Dad won't let me during the school week. So, I'll have to wait for the weekend.
"Hey, Natsumi?" I really needed her advice.
"Ichi, what's wrong?" She always asks that. Then again…I don't really call her by her full first name. Supposedly, she hates being called by her full name so she always responds to her nickname. I'm one of the lucky few who get to call her Natsumi. Anyway, I know I'm off track and I just ramble on and on and on…I'm doing it now aren't I?
"I need to get out of the house this weekend. Do you want to go to the mall with me this weekend?"
"Sure! Ulqui is out for a water polo tournament." Goddamn it, maybe this wasn't a good idea. I know he'll come up in the conversation somehow. I STILL don't think he likes me.
"Awesome." I lock my phone and just look at my ceiling once again. Then, my eyes shut and it was off to the wonderful world of sleep.
-Grimmjow-
I have to say, guy's night was wonderful. We managed to actually sit down and not have a screaming match against each other over some stupid thing. I know I sound like some gushy teenage girl, but give me a break, will ya? I haven't had much to smile about for the past several years.
There really isn't much to report about the past few days, it was just the same old thing. So, allow me to get to the point. Aizen and I hung out during school, we'd eat lunch together and that shit. He wasn't that bad of a guy, but know that I was still cautious around him. I've had one too many "friends" come and go, I definitely didn't want to relive the pain that it brought. Anyway, although we had little to no common interests, he was still willing to listen to my kind of music, and even showed me some of his favorite albums of his bands. Since our friendship was beginning to blossom, we agreed to go to the mall that weekend. We would both hang out with each other and this would give me the opportunity to show him around. I also noticed that Ichigo was barely speaking to me now. Though I had a hunch as to the reason, I didn't want to make an assumption based solely on emotion. What if he called me crazy? Anyway, I was eager to get out of the house. Dad has been suffering from a case of severe writer's block. Every night, without fail, I would hear the keys on the keyboard stop, and the pace begin. Sometime, he would mutter ideas to himself. The story he wanted to write was a love story, based on he and my mother. Then again, it's hard to write a story with such a short ending.
-Ichigo-
This week couldn't have gone by any more slowly. Seriously, this had to be an extremely crappy week. Anyway, I've never been any happier for it to be the weekend. Despite the meeting that I know will quickly turn crappy, there was a sale in my favorite music store. Maybe I can finally get that Avenged Sevenfold album. I would KILL to go to one of their concerts. Alright, alright, let me focus here. First, I made a pit stop at the music store and got my hands on my beloved album. Natsu text me not even a minute later, saying that she was in the food court and waiting for me. Well, that was fast. But at least I got what I wanted done first. Upon arriving at the food court, I see her sitting alone at the table, some hot food in front of her. I walk over to her table and hang my bag on the side of the chair, then sit down.
"Excellent choice for a pit stop. Did they have that Seether album that I've been looking for?" She takes a bite of food, waiting for my answer.
"I didn't really look." I chuckle sheepishly. She swallows the bite of food.
"Ah. Damn."
A few tense moments pass, and finally she speaks again.
"I propose that instead of sitting in the silence, why don't you tell me what happened?"
She was always to the point. I guess that's why it makes her advice truly genuine. She didn't sugarcoat the truth, she just told you what her thoughts were on the situation. Sighing, I tell her the whole story. Once it was over, she didn't say a word for a few minutes, mulling over the situation. Finally, she speaks.
"Alright. Let me get this straight. You think you have a crush on two people?" Natsumi twirls the straw in her drink around, a common habit of hers when she's thinking. Grimmjow did the same thing sometimes, but either it's with his hair or pencil. Wait, why am I thinking about him? This was NOT the whole purpose of this thing! Ugh, not even five minutes in and I'm already screwing up. Shit, what next?
"Yes." I sigh. "It also doesn't help that I actually got jealous of someone that I don't even know."
"Can you tell me who these people are?" She arches an eyebrow at me. I just blush in reply. It isn't long before she figures out the two objects of my affection were. "No way."
"Will you please keep your voice down?" I whisper yell at her. She just laughs.
"Alright, Strawberry. Calm down." She takes a drink. "So which one of them do you like the most?"
"That's the problem. Well…I'm also part of the problem."
She gets it in a moment. "Ah. I see. You still aren't sure of yourself."
"Why the hell are you so nonchalant about the whole thing?!"
"Everyone goes through this, Hun. It's just a normal part of growing up." She takes a sip of her drink, calm as can be. Sure, everyone goes through this, but I hate the unknown. I'm the kind of person who believes that everything leads to something, every question or theory has a definite answer. You'll find out that I'm the person who doesn't believe in the supernatural (though I find them cool in movies), fate, or destiny. Nothing had ever made me question what will happen next in my journey, what trials I'll face. The whole Grimmjow/Orihime thing was the first obstacle that I've come across. Not even the death of my mother has made me feel so angry, so confused…if this was part of growing up, why did it feel so wrong? Why is this so intense, like I was walking on a delicate wire? I just look at her, the one person I could confide in. The one person whose future was cemented in stone, while mine was barely beginning to be carved.
"Then why do I feel pressured to make a choice?"