Her encounter with Ichigo yesterday has left her wary of any other situations that may portray to her second day of school. Would it be just as obscured? Or would it result in her gaining new friends? Whatever the answer, she began to prepare herself for anything to happen.
After she was fully dressed and packed everything into her bag, she couldn't help but wonder about Tokashi. Why was he gone yesterday for so long? He never even showed up at her house that night. Stephanie told herself that she was worrying too much about it.
However, she began to grow curious at the events occurring. As she stepped out of her front door, closing it behind her, she turned around and looked out into the street. When she looked to the left, she saw a moving van parked outside the house next to hers. Someone was moving in next to her. Watching carefully as she walked down the sidewalk, she saw a single sofa and a small table with two chairs being unloaded. She figured it was just one person. But who was this person?
Walking past the house, her gaze was set on the building. Just then, her eyes got glimpse of hair as a person leant down to pick up a box. But it wasn't normal hair; it was bright blue. She gasped lightly, wondering why she was meeting so many people with weird hair styles. But at least she fit in with the odd crowd. Looking closer, she saw the man was fairly tall, brood shoulders, and thick arms. He looked like he could be a football player.
As Stephanie continued to walk and gaze, she began to look closer at him. He held a small package in his hands, but it looked so familiar to her. She knows she'd seen the package before, but what was it? Unable to answer her question, the man walked inside the house. With that, Stephanie regained her thoughts and continued to walk to school. Her mind kept racing. Who was this man? Where was he from? And more importantly, why was his hair blue?
As Stephanie made her way up the steps, she remembered that today was the first day of P.E. In America, her P.E. was quite simply since she was in high school. However, here it was required, and she would most likely fail. The people she was around always seemed so fit. Like Ichigo for instance. A 15 year old with muscles to match a full grown man that works out. And look at her; she couldn't even do a pull up. But she was pretty skilled at running, when she wasn't around other people. The reason for this is her bust, she cannot run and make her chest stay in place at the same time, unless she's wearing the right bra.
After she picked up her books, the bell rang. She made her way down the hall to her first class, wondering if Ichigo was in her P.E. class. As she continued to walk down the halls, she let her head fall as her mind was distracted in deep thinking. Her thoughts instantly came to a stop when she ran into someone's back, again. This time, it was a very firm back, not even budging at her contact. She instantly was forced back from impact, nearly making her lose her balance. She felt her foot slipping from underneath her; however, a thick arm reached around and caught her by her back. She gasped lightly, coming face to face with bright blue eyes and a firm face. His reflexes were amazing, his speed incredible.
"Sorry about that, Steph," he spoke in a deep, charming voice. She gazed into his beautiful cerulean eyes, wondering how eyes could be that blue.
"It's o-" then it hit her. "Wait. How do you know my name?" she asked, her eyes traveling up to see bright, spiky blue hair. Her violet eyes widened; it was the man from earlier! A playful smirk crawled across his lips, his sharp, canine-like teeth showing lightly.
"I'm your neighbor," he simply spoke. His own strange colored eyes gazed into hers, enjoying how they were wide with shock. She seemed like a good woman; nice curves, bright eyes, and a voice that isn't too high pitched. A voice he could get used to. Then a second wave hit her, like a slap to face. That deep, masculine voice; it was the voice that she heard in the bathroom!
"My neighbor?" she repeated. The man nodded to her, standing up straight. When he did, he released his grip on her, letting her stand by herself. She stood up, her face slightly red from embarrassment. She hadn't expected something like that to happen to her.
"Yeah, I'm also in a few of your classes," he smiled to her, shoving his free hand in his pocket while the other held onto his books. Steph looked over his body, seeing how the shirt was quite tight on him on the chest and shoulders. The blue haired man saw how she was gazing over his body, so he took the chance to look over her body. His eyes started on her eyes, moving down to her lips and down her neck. They continued to travel lower, stopping once they reached the enormous curve of her chest. By then, her eyes were back to his eyes, following their trail of vision. Her blush grew even more as she stood uncomfortably.
"Speaking of class, we should probably get to it," she commented, holding her books over her chest and walking by him towards her class. He mumbled something from behind her, but it was too quiet for her hearing to pick up.
As she stepped into the classroom, she walked over to her seat in the front row, second seat from the door. Within seconds, the mysterious new student walked into the room, immediately walking up to Stephanie and sitting on her desk. A few girls in the class looked at her with anger in their eyes. Once again, her own gender hates her more than the opposite sex does.
"Don't mind them, their just a bunch of stuck up bitc-" the man began to say before he was hit with a piece of chalk to the face. Stephanie gasped lightly, sitting back a little as he stood up, growling. All eyes were on the teacher.
"No cussing in the school building," she spoke with authority. The blue haired man scoffed and stood up. "Now everyone in their seats. We have a new student today," she said, looking at the said man. "Would you mind to introduce yourself," she spoke to him. He sighed loudly, still standing right next to Stephanie.
"My name is Grimmjow Jeaquerjaques," he started, scratching the side of his head in thought. "I just moved here yesterday, I live next to Stephanie, and I don't really like humans at all…except for a certain person," he explained, looking as if he was about to fall asleep, putting his hands in his pockets like a cool kid. Steph mentally sighed at his actions; cool kids aren't really her thing.
"Well, that's very…interesting," the teacher spoke. Everyone paused a looked at him; they all seemed fearful of him. "Now, if you would take a seat," she instructed, turning around and writing the day's lessons on the board. Grimmjow scoffed lightly, turning towards the rest of the class, seeing an empty chair behind Stephanie. She realized he was going to sit behind her when he walked directly behind her. A deep blush crawled over her face, hoping that her shirt was low enough to cover her back. She really didn't want this weird man, apparently named 'Grimmjow', to see her backside in anyway.
As class drug on, the teacher would ask a question, and always call on Steph. She was getting embarrassed because she hardly ever knew the answer. These were questions on the final exam over things they hadn't even learned yet. The teacher explained that it was normal to not know the answers yet, and that made her feel a tad bit relieved that she was called 'normal'.
The bell rang, signaling the second hour was over. Next was the third class of the day, P.E. The class that Stephanie dreaded the most was approaching very quickly, and she had been told Grimmjow would be in her class. That's just perfect; her new neighbor was going to be running laps beside her.
As she walked into the locker room, she noticed there weren't too many girls in her class. Only about four girls showed up including her. And one of them was Rukia.
"Rukia, where is everyone?" she asked, starting to strip down to change into her clothes. She's been in P.E. before, so she wasn't too afraid of changing in front of girls, especially since there weren't too many.
"Well, some decided to skip class, and some others told the coach they'd just jog laps all hour," she explained, putting her hair into a small ponytail. Stephanie finished changing and put her hair into a ponytail as well. Rukia smiled to her. "Are you excited? You get to be in class with your neighbor," she spoke. Steph nodded, realizing she'd be in class with more people she knew than she realized.
"Is Ichigo in this class?" Stephanie asked, looking back Rukia as they headed out of the locker rooms last. Rukia shook her head, explaining that he had detention for having to leave class so many times before. He would only be in P.E. class a couple times a week because of his schedule. They had P.E. on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; Ichigo would only be there occasionally. This made her a bit nervous. If a large number of girls skipped P.E. class, that would mean she'd have to play with the boys.
As they walked out into the gym, her eyes locked on bright blue hair. His back was facing her, his hands in his bright blue short pockets. Her eyes traveled to his torso, seeing how his bright white tank-top clenched tightly to his muscles, making them stand out. As she began to move her eyes away from him, he turned to the side and looked back, seeing her.
Grimmjow turned on his heel, facing her fully, his chest sticking out with muscle. He walked towards her, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"I don't like that guy," Rukia spat as he grew nearer. "He's too…sinister looking," she finished, looking up at Steph to see her violet eyes locked with Grimmjow's bright blue orbs. With that, she grabbed Steph's arm, pulling her behind as she walked towards the lines. "Come on, we need to start our running," she spoke, starting to run down the lines.
"Right," Stephanie spoke, snapping out of her thoughts as she began to jog after Rukia. When his eyes came into contact with hers, she felt as if something inside her had been frozen, and she couldn't move away from his ominous, hypnotizing gaze. It was as if something was keeping her from moving away from him, until Rukia came along.
"Hey, Steph! Wait up," came a familiar voice from behind her. She let out a worried breath as he face grew red. Looking down, she saw that her breasts were bouncing lightly and she hoped Grimmjow wouldn't notice. Soon, he was right beside her, running with the same technique as her with his arms bent at his sides. She looked towards him, her eyes locking onto his bouncing blue locks. How did his hair even stay that spiky?
"So, you're from America, right? I talked to some people and they told me," he explained, making a small hand sign as he did. She was beginning to think this guy was a stalker; an extremely sexy stalker.
"Yeah, that's right. Where are you from?" she asked, now looking to her other side to see Rukia glaring lightly at the ground. She then looked ahead, noticing how Grimmjow paused for a little bit.
"I'm from…Brazil! Yeah, Brazil in…way down there…somewhere," he quickly said, still keeping his pace. Steph looked back at him, seeing how tan he was, and muscular. It didn't surprise her that he was from Brazil, she just wondered why she didn't figure earlier.
"Alright, everyone; stop running and grab a partner," the couch yelled, blowing her whistle. Before Stephanie could say anything to Rukia, Grimmjow put his arm around Steph's shoulders and pulled her towards him.
"I'll be your partner," he said smoothly, a cheesy smile across his face. She looked back at Rukia, seeing that she already teamed up with someone else. "Come on, we need to start stretches," he commented, walking with her towards the mat that they had to lay on.
The teacher then explained everything to them about partner stretches. Steph despised the teacher the minute she told her to do jumping jacks with her partner, the blue haired teen named Grimmjow, who looks as if he were a body builder.
"Alright, let's get these over with," Steph said, laying down on the mat with her knees up, her arms resting on her sides as she waited for the signal. Grimmjow's smirk grew as he got onto his knees, moving closer so that he looked down at her, and she looked up at him. He held onto her knees, still smirking as he looked at her helpless form. Her blush grew as she looked away, putting her arms over her chest in position for sit-ups. All Grimmjow had to do was hold her feet. His hands slid down her legs to her feet, holding them to the ground firmly. On the whistle, Stephanie began her sit-ups.
Near the end, Steph was getting tired and her stomach muscles were hurting. She had a wholesome of 37 sit-ups, and she was ready to quit.
"Come on, Steph! You can do it! Push it! Push it! Just because you're top-heavy doesn't give you an excuse to quit!" he chanted for her, smiling the entire time. She groaned, pulling herself up to bring her total to 38 sit-ups. With that, the whistle was blown and she collapsed on the mat, her chest heaving up and down from exhaustion. She wasn't used to that many sit-ups!
"Good try, woman. But now you have to hold me down," he smirked, lying down next to her. She immediately got up when he lied beside her, her face bright red. She looked at him as she grabbed his feet. "You think you can hold me down?" he questioned her.
"Well, I can try," she admitted, thinking she couldn't hold him down for long. He smirked once more, moving his legs toward her quickly and throwing her off balance. "Hey!" she protested, her face red as she resumed her position.
"You better hold on tight, princess," he commented, placing his hands on the back of his head. "This'll be a bumpy ride," he finished, hearing the whistle blow. With that, he immediately went to work, sitting and down quickly. His legs began to kick out from beneath him, causing Steph to slip occasionally. She wrapped her arms around his legs tightly, trying to hold them still. However, she continued to rock.
"Damnit, woman. Hold onto my legs," he instructed, going faster as he sat up and down. Steph felt as if she was riding a bull, going with the animal as it freaked out.
"I could if they didn't move so much," she protested, getting knocked around as she bounced more and more, not wanting to put her chest to them.
"Just put her boobs on my knees, they'll weigh my legs down," he replied, an angry scowl on his face. A bright blush appeared on Steph's face.
"What? No!" she denied, only getting thrown to the side. "Alright! Fine!" she cried, blushing madly. She set her chest on his knees, holding onto his legs tightly. They somewhat stopped moving; however, Grimmjow began to slow down as well. His eyes gazed hungrily down Steph's shirt, admiring all the cleavage he was giving the opportunity to witness.
"Perfect," was all he spoke, which was hushed as he continued to do his sit-ups. Steph looked down at him and frowned, her face burning like fire as his bright blue eyes locked onto her chest.
"Perv," she whispered, looking away from him. As the whistle blew, she let go of him and walked towards the coach. Grimmjow quickly got up and followed her, a smirk on his face.
"So, do you wanna hang out tonight?" he asked, walking beside her. She looked at the ground in thought. Why would she want to hang out with him? He was strange, and she hardly knew him. Not to mention the fact of how suspicious he was; his voice was the same from her earlier encounter in the bathroom.
"Well…" she paused, "I'm going to be pretty busy tonight. You know, with homework and all," she explained, trying to think of a good excuse; though she never had homework so far. At this, Grimmjow's face lit up.
"Great! You can come over and help me with my homework. It's my first day, so I might need a little help getting around," he admitted to her, putting his hands in his pockets.
"I'll have to think about it," she replied, finally standing in front of the coach. After everyone told the coach how many sit-ups they did, they continued with the group stretches. After that, they played dodgeball, but nothing too exciting happened. The only thing that happened to Stephanie was that when she bent over to pick up a ball, Grimmjow threw a ball at her behind, knocking her onto her hands and knees with all the force. She received a bruise from his bulls-eye hit. All Grimmjow could do was chuckle, a plethora of mature comments racing through his thoughts.
After the school day was over, Stephanie walked down the sidewalk, reflecting on everything that happened. Though many things have been going on, she didn't feel like she was being overwhelmed. She was used to change, especially after moving from America. Normally, she would have been shocked; however, with all these people she can relate to, she doesn't feel all that different. Like Ichigo, some weird things happened between them, but they made sure not to make a big deal out of it. Rukia, she lives close by and already takes a liking to her. Grimmjow, he's also new and stands out in the crowd.
Without even paying attention, she began to drift to another part of town, the part she wasn't familiar with. As the sun began to set, she realized she was lost. Her eyes widened, looking around her for something familiar in hopes of returning home. She found a streetlamp, a few alleys beside old buildings. There wasn't another soul in site and she wondered if she hadn't stumbled upon an abandoned part of town.
As she walked toward an street, she hoped to find a street marker to tell her where to go. She did find one; however, to her luck it was in Japanese. She sighed heavily, almost ready to give up hope. She walked further, looking around as she walked in between buildings. The area around her began to get darker and colder with an eerie feeling around it. She stopped at an intersection in the alleyway, unsure of where to go.
"Looks like this chick is lost," came a chuckling voice from the left. She quickly turned, suddenly fearful of what was around her. A man appeared from the shadows, wearing a biker outfit and a malicious smirk. She gasped, quickly stepping back. Soon, the man was followed by a few other men, all in their late 20s at most. Some of them looked a bit young.
"Maybe she'd like a ride?" another spoke, his voice sounding as if he'd been drunk for a while. She looked towards the man that spoke, seeing that his cheeks were red; he was drunk. This worried her even more. She backed away, getting ready to run.
"Do you know the way to downtown Karakura Town?" she asked quietly, gripping her bag tightly as they approached her. The man in the middle continued to smirk, his hands in his jacket pockets.
"Yeah, we know the way from here. But if you want a ride, you'll have to repay us," he replied.
"I can pay you when we get there," she answered, stepping back a little more.
"That's not what we're lookin' for. We're talking physical action," he chuckled, moving closer to her. "We haven't had a good woman in a while, and I think you'll do just fine for pleasure," he continued to step closer, picking up his face. Steph's eyes widened. She had to get out of there!
Quickly, she turned around and began running away from the group, only to be pursued. Before she could get very far, the man grabbed her shirt sleeve and her arm, yanking her to a stop as he wrapped his other arm around her waist. She cried in protest as she flailed her arms and legs, feeling her shirt being ripped off as she was thrown to the ground onto her hands and knees. She tried to crawl away, desperate for escape, but she was only cut off by some more drunken men. She gasped loudly, her eyes widening more.
"Don't worry, this'll only hurt for a bit," one chuckled, causing the entire group to roar in laughter.
"No!" she cried, being grabbed from behind and drug towards the man behind her; her skirt also being ripped to shreds by his hands. Tears escaped her eyes as true fear engulfed her. Her heart raced, her mind thinking nothing apart from what was coming to her. Stingy hands traveled her semi-protected body, groping and playing as she cried, pleading for a miracle to happen.
"Hey! Leave her alone you worthless scumbags!" sounded a godly familiar voice from the side. She turned her head to see bright spiky blue hair and shining cerulean eyes. In seconds, men charged towards her unpredicted savior, only to be punched and thrown in different directions. Grimmjow fought like a professional, lifting and hurtling people left and ride. As the men left her, she took her opportunity to get out of the way. She turned around and picked up her bag, moving away until her back was against a brick wall. She watched the fight with worried eyes, hoping Grimmjow would be alright.
As everything ended, Grimmjow was the only one left standing. The only damages he received were a cut from a knife on his cheek and arm, and a few bruises on his stomach and back. He turned to Stephanie and walked closer to her, seeing her shivering and her eyes watering.
"You're alright now. Come on, let's get home," he said as he held his hand out to her. She gently took it, being lifted to her feet. She looked down in embarrassment, ashamed of what her mind had led her to.
"Grimmjow, how di-" she was cut off by the blue haired man putting his fingers to her lips.
"No questions," he spoke, lifting her up and carrying her bridal style. She gasped lightly, her face bright red. With that, she closed her eyes, feeling tired. Grimmjow began to walk, waiting for her to go to sleep. "Steph?" he asked, not getting a reaction. Steph had drifted into dream land, curling up against his chest. He enjoyed feeling her against him, but he needed to get her out of that place before more creeps showed up.
Stephanie felt something soft underneath her. Opening her eyes, she saw that she was in her own room again. She looked around, wondering if it was all a dream. Looking to the left, she saw someone sitting down in a chair, their head titled back so that their hair wasn't showing. She sat up slowly, her bed squeaking lightly. She looked down, seeing she was in her bra and underwear. With that, the man jolted awake, tilting his head back to look at her. She also looked back, seeing it was Grimmjow in front of her.
"How?" she asked out loud, not sure of how he could be there. Unless it wasn't a dream, and all those things had really happened. Grimmjow looked down his arms folded over his chest.
"I followed you once I saw you were wandering around. When I saw you get attacked, I saved you. But…" he paused, "why did you go that way?" he asked, still not looking up.
"I wasn't paying attention, my mind wasn't focused on what was happening at that time," she explained. Grimmjow looked back up at her, standing up. She looked up at him.
"Well… be careful. I'll see you at school tomorrow," was all he said before he walked out of her room, closing the door behind her. She looked at her clock, seeing that it was very late. With that, she closed her eyes and lied back down, returning to her deep sleep. Before she fell into the world of dreaming, she promised herself she would make it up to Grimmjow.
…No matter the cost.
