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#10. The nerd and the playboy. (Round 2)

I resist the urge to bang my forehead against the cafeteria table as soon as I sit down. The stress I've been facing these days is no joke. No, not from school, but because of Kurosaki Ichigo.

I have to go to his house every alternative day for Math, which begrudgingly, I'm getting better at and fuck Hirako to hell, because I had never asked for it. I never asked to be seated before that sexy vixen of a man who becomes bolder with his attire every fucking time.

I can clearly imagine the image of him just yesterday, wearing those black shredded jeans and that sleeveless white shirt which not only revealed his toned (I decided to try and not to be surprised by him any longer) arms but the collar was so loose, it kept sliding down his shoulder revealing his delicious looking collar bones. What was worse, he was wearing several metal rings on his fingers and eyeliner.

Fucking eyeliner.

I had never seen a man wear eyeliner and the idea itself is repulsing, but whenever he looked up with that smokey black lining his brown orbs, making them look lighter and his milky skin whiter, I had to gulp down the urge to shove him against his dining table and fuck him right there.

Then comes his extremely enhanced observational skills and that irritating little smirk takes over his plump lips whenever he catches me staring at him for a few seconds longer than which is socially acceptable.

I groan as I clutch at my head.

I wanted to fuck him up so bad. I wanted to make him feel what he's making me feel.

How?

Then a voice interrupts my internal struggle for a two seconds.

''Wow, Grimm, are you actually thinking?''

I groan again before I look up at my one and only friend, the black haired monkey, ''Fuck off Kaien.''

''Ouch. I just came over to have lunch man,'' He says, sitting across me, ''No need to be so harsh with words.''

I look at the salad in his tray and back at his peaceful face, I still doesn't understand why we are friends.

I just pick up my burger and dig in.

''So, what's bothering you?''

I raise an eyebrow at him and don't answer just yet. Because one, what's with Kaien and him wanting to know other people's problems? And two, I didn't know how to explain 'I wanna have sex with my Math turor slash school nerd so bad and so hard, I want to wipe that sexy smirk off his beautiful face.' in a way that wouldn't end our six year friendship.

''Girl problems? Guy problems? Come on, gimme something,'' He pokes.

''The second one.''

''Ooh…Who who?''

''Dammit mom, can't you go bother other people?'' I snarl but to my despair, Kaien only smiles like Mother Theresa.

''Come on, you can tell me. I might be able to help you.''

''No! Go away!'' It was almost disgusting how I was beginning to get persuaded to spill the beans. I have been suffering alone these past two weeks after all; the constant sexual tension which for the fear for my life, might be one sided for the first time in my Eighteen years of life yet. That makes it look as if I was almost…..almost….pining for that little piece of shit. I resist the urge to vomit all over Kaien.

''Grimm, we are brothers aren't we?'' And there it was, that smile, like sunshine.

I cover my eyes and grimace behind my hand, that smile was repulsing at how bright and pure it was, as if Kaien understood what I was going through without even hearing my story. It was the technique he used to use on me whenever I used to steal food from the fridge in the middle of the night and despite passing the hurdle which was my mother, I would get caught up in that fucking, repulsive, ugly, smile.

''Fuck, stop smiling or I'll seriously break your teeth!''

''I know you aren't as violent. Anymore. Street fighting can only get you somewhere, little brother, and I'm still proud of you realizing what's important in your life like I'm—''

''For the love of God—''

''So, your love interest?''

''He's not a love interest.''

''…Then?''

I sigh, putting my half eaten burger down. What takes a man to be able to eat in peace?

''I don't like him at all. His personality is shit, he's a liar. And it infuriates me that he is able to rile me up and I can't do anything about it.''

Kaien hums, ''Do you not like him because he affects you so much?''

Damn, Kaien has a point there.

But who was gonna agree with a monkey?

''I don't think so.''

''Then what, are you stressed because he annoys you, or are you stressed out because you want to get back at him?''

A light bulb goes off inside my head. Kaien's choice of words did the trick though. ''I need to go. I have work to do,'' I say and get up before another sound comes out of my childhood friend and I'm out of the crowded room in a minute.

'Get back at him'

I agree that this might be childish and in the end will only come back to bite my ass, but if taking the nerd down with me to hell is possible, I'll take the chance.

It's a week later, just after a random test Hirako popped up on us, we receive the answer sheets back.

Hirako shakes his head disapprovingly with a deep frown on his face as he hands out my paper.

''And you were doing so good too,'' He says, as I look at the number written at the upper right hand corner of the paper in angry red, '30'

I don't look at Kurosaki as he gets called to the teacher's office at the end of the school, but I do wait for his return alone in the class.

It's after around thirty minutes when the door slides open and an orange haired angry bird enters, face collected but the frown set on his lips and the hardness of his brown eyes behind his glasses scream otherwise.

''You little shit, we went over the questions on the test just last week! Is your brain so micro sized that you can't even remember it for seven fucking days?!''

I smirk, watching Kurosaki loose his shit was the most rewarding thing. Especially since I was seeing the 'real' Kurosaki in his uniform and glasses for the first time, his confident shoulders and the angry stomp in his steps only the icing on the cake when he steps right between my legs where I'm seated on top of my desk.

He grabs my collar and brings his face close to my face, our breaths mingling and I only grin wider, ''Answer me, bitch,''

Ah, that was super hot.

My hand grabs his' on my collar and I lean down to whisper against his ear, my lips grazing the shell softly, ''I guess you didn't teach me well enough, Kurosaki Ichigo.''

I feel Kurosaki tense against my body and lean back, about to see his reaction when the sound of footsteps nears the room and suddenly, I feel my body being yanked forcefully and in the next minute, I'm being pulled into the tall, narrow locker in the corner of the classroom.

I press up against the wall in the cramped space and Kurosaki's back is against my chest, with him peeking through the narrow crevices to take a look at the people who entered the room.

The space is so cramped that I have no choice but to bend my head and my nose is tickled by orange hair strands which are softer than they appear and I inhale a breath, involuntarily breathing in the faint smell of leaf burning smoke and a kind of bitter dark chocolate. I can hear my heart beat louder in my ears because that smell shouldn't nearly be feeling warm, but it smells like home. And I reach my hand out, gulping dry and eyes closing as I place a hand on his hip, nosing at the soft skin of his neck, inhaling and trying to singe that smell into my mind. The sudden recognition of the warmth of his body against mine makes little electric sparks travel under my skin and I think it should scare me, all there new sensations should scare me, but all I'm thinking about is pulling closer into that warmth and embracing it, and making it mine.

''Stop.'' I hear a whisper against my ear when Kurosaki turns his head slightly to speak and my grip hardens on his hip, definitely going to leave bruises. I glance up, lips caressing the side of his neck and at this distance I watch as the brown of his eyes are slowly swallowed by the black of his dilating pupils and it is all I can do before I brush my lips against his', lightly, softly, as if he was something fragile, when I knew he was probably anything but.

It was barely a kiss, our lips weren't connecting in the most conventional way or the brutal pace that I'm used to but in a way that teases the corners of my mind into wishing for more but resisting to do so because I don't want this moment to end.

But it does end, in the most appalling way.

Kurosaki grips my forearm and suddenly, I'm turned around, face pressing into the locker wall and arm bending behind me in an iron grip.

I should release myself from that grip but the space was too small for any movement on my part and it was shocking enough that Kurosaki was even able to maneuver my body into this position.

''You know I could hurt you really bad?'' I hear behind me, ''Like break this arm right here?'' He pulls hard on my forearm as emphasis and I have to supress a laugh at his threats in the midst of the slight, familiar pain.

''Let me see you try babe.''

And then I feel the grip on my arm release and the press of his body against mine is gone. I turn around to the open door and Kurosaki already at his desk, collecting his things.

''You are a very childish shit. If you fail the next exam intentionally, I'll rip your balls out.''

I tilt my head and grin widely as Kurosaki leaves the class without glancing back at me because this just got way too interesting and I wonder how many more secrets are hidden under those glasses.