"Common Grimmy, let's go." The blonde-whom he'd already forgotten the name of, had called out in her annoying voice.
Seriously, how did that ridiculous nickname got around?
No matter how many women he bedded, there was only one that can get away with that irritating name.
Though he had stopped short in his tracks, when he had noticed a familiar head of [h/c] hair, with her head down as she was seemingly alone.
"I thought he'd actually show up this time..." He had heard her muster out, as she still hadn't noticed his ice blue eyes on her upset form.
"Who'd show up this time." He had decided to make himself known with asking that question. Jerking her head up, the startled girl had been slightly surprised to see Grimmjow still here. She had noticed him the most in her audience, and she didn't like what she had been seeing- the blonde tramp all over him.
"Grimmjow... it's nothing. Nothing that you need to be concerned about." She had stated in a almost a professional manner.
Though Grimmjow never took no as an answer.
Knowing her well, he counted the seconds before she caved into her confessions. He almost grinned when he had been right to hear her talking within 4 and a half seconds later. She always was bad at keeping things to herself with him.
"Oh it's just Hiro.. since he's all about politics, he's just not into the whole music scene.. I love him, but sometimes it really gets to me how he's not respecting my dreams." She sighed, not noticing her ex cringing at the word 'love' being used to anyone but him.
Though he didn't bother to feel one bit guilty that he felt happy to hear that [name's] relationship with that loser wasn't so perfect after all.
"Get up." He said, startling and confusing [name] some.
"Wha-?"
"Just get up. Let's get out of here." He grunted, forgetting about the nameless girl that he was supposed to be taking back home for a good lay, walking off ahead of [name].
Hopefully she would follow him and take him up on what he has to offer.
And much to his surprise, and delight, she did.
