Author's note:

Twas the night before my first day of my senior year in high school and everyone is asleep expect for me I suddenly got inspired when I woke up at 4 in the morning with no hope of falling be asleep before I had to wake up at 5:45 to get ready for school so I decided to write this chapter and post it for you guys. Enjoy

Chapter 11

Tatsuki

2 days later

"So you gonna cook or what? I'm hungry." Grimmjow complained as he sat at the foot of my bed. I looked up from my book and over to him like he was crazy. After all the things I did today to get him ready to start school with me on Monday he expects me to cook too.

"You know for a grown man; you complain a lot." I said as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I learned a long time ago that there is no use in arguing with someone as stubborn as him. You only end up waist both time and your breath.

"And for a woman you don't spend nearly as much time in the kitchen as you should." He replied bitterly. I walked around the foot of the bed and headed towards the door. When I passed him I took him by the back of the shirt and pulled as hard as I could manage while walking at the same time. He was sitting crossed legs on the bed so he really could do nothing to stop me from pulling him completely off of it. He hit the floor with a loud thud.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked.

"For being an ass." I replied as I walked out of the room completely.

Aft I made dinner and Grimmjow ate he was a lot quieter. He seemed to be less of a nuisance when he was full rather than hungry,

"What are you reading?" he asked from the same position at the foot of my bed that he had been in earlier.

"A book," I replied bitterly he always chooses the worst times to play curious kitty and ask me a million questions and to ma e matters worse I was at the best part of the book and he was seriously ruining the mood.

"I was just asking a question. You don't have to be a pain in the ass." He said. I looked up from my book chocking back a laugh as I caught the look on his face. Out of all people he thought I was the ass in the situation.

"No, no Grimmjow. I think you have the situation backwards." I said returning my attention to the book I had in my hands. O heard him let out a loud breath almost as if he was trying to tell me that he wasn't amused without saying any words. I ignored him and went back to reading like I was before.

Scratch. Scratch. Scrath. Scraaaaaatch. I looked up again and Grimmjow was running his fingernail again my comforter and the noise it was producing was annoying the life out of me. He didn't even look up as he continued to run his fingernails over the top of the comforter.

"Will you stop that?!" I screamed, he had finally succeeded in pushing me over the end. "You ever think that maybe the reason I have an attitude is because you're bothering me when I'm trying to read!" I grabbed a pillow and threw it in his direction. He caught it with ease and laid it down beside him. He reached out with his left hand and grabbed me by the ankle before giving a harsh tug. He didn't pull me hard enough to hurt me just hard enough to move me from my seated position to one where I was laying on the bed looking up at the ceiling. I grabbed the book, which was now closed on the side of me because I had dropped it, and threw it as hard as I could in his direction. He only leaned a little to the left and let the book fly past him to the wall with another loud bang.

"I thought you were reading that?" he asked with a smug grin.

"Well I was until you made me lose the page I was on you dumbass." I said trying to wiggle my ankle away from his grasp. He only tightened hi grip around my ankle as he continued to stare at me. My heart fluttered a little at the look in his eyes; it was the same look he had all those times when he kissed me. It was the same desire filled look that he gave me when he had these so called 'gut feelings'.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" I asked.

"The feeling is back." He said not changing his expression as he moved himself to crawl over to me on the bed. I part of me wanted to scoot away from him but I knew if I did I would only fall to the floor and give him another reason to laugh at me.

"wait." I said the moment before his lips touched mine.

"what?" he asked. His look was still unchanged as he stared back at me.

"What is this feeling?" I asked. Some would say I was trying to buy time but I was genuinely curious as to what this feeling was he was always speaking of and if there really was a feeling at all.

"I told you it's a feeling that I get in my gut." He said.

"That doesn't answer my question." I replied.

"So what will?" he replied finally switching his expression for one of annoyance.

"Describe it to me." I demanded.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" he said. "I don't even really know what the feeling is let along how to describe it to you."

"Just tell me what it feels like?" I asked.

"Well it kinda feels like…" his voice trailed as he searched his mind fort the right words of description. I sat patiently and waited for him to speak again. "Well when it starts my chest gets tight; like somebody is squeezing my lungs and my face gets hot. After that I get this feeling in my stomach like I'm about to throw up but I know I'm not. "

"So I make you feel like you're gonna throw up?" I asked almost put off at the way he had describe it. He closed his eyes and shook his head at me.

"No…" he said voice trailing off again. "It's more like a fluttery feeling…like-"

"Butterflies?" I asked cutting him off.

"yeah." He replied in a simple rather shy manner. I can't believe that out of all people I was the one to give HIM butterflies. I mean sure I was ugly but I was a super model either. Grimmjow could have any woman in the world with just a snap of his finger but he claims that I'm the only one he gets this 'feeling' for. I was a surprise really. Nobody had ever told me that I made then nervous or I had given them butterflies. I guess that being as rough as I was all my life prevented me from impacting a boy in such a manner. They all saw me as more of a old sister or a bodyguard than someone that they would want to date, or share kisses with. But here he was right in front of me, or I should say lying on top of me staring down at me with those bright blue eyes.

"You're right." I said out loud without thinking.

"About what?" he replied with a confused look on his face.

"I was being an ass." I replied. I was being an ass because I refused to realize that he was bothering me because he wanted my attention. He wanted to spent time with me but I was pushing him away and treating him like a child that I had to take care of.

"I'm glad you see things my way." he said with a small smirk. He bent down to touch hi lips to mine and for the first time actually kissed him back.