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Ichigo took me to a small coffee shop where he ordered a coffee and I ordered lemonade. I didn't want to be too hyper and I might be hopped up on caffeine. I went to go look for a table while Ichigo waited for our orders. I found a nice quiet spot in the back of the shop. The hum of conversation buzzed around me as I settled on the seat. I looked over to the counter to see Ichigo hold up our drinks.

I smoothed my skirt over my legs, nerves starting to take over again. My heart pumped hard against my chest. I could feel every time it beat. I had to keep my hands folded in my lap to resist the urge to feel it. Is this a date? Does it count? I couldn't tell. I've never been on a date before. I wanted to ask Ichigo, but didn't want to embarrass either of us just in case it wasn't.

Ichigo came back with his coffee, smile lighting up his face. His brown eyes danced as he looked at me. My cheeks heated with a small blush as he handed me my drink and our fingers brushed together. Little sparks of electricity and happiness ran along my skin racing to make my heart beat faster. I didn't think it was even possible. I felt light-headed. I took a sip of lemonade to help calm down a little. I wanted to do a happy dance around the coffee shop. And jump up and down. I was out with Ichigo. Even if it wasn't it a date it was still time together that had nothing to do with school.

Ichigo picked at his coffee holder, eyes shying away from mine every time I tried to catch his gaze. "Are you okay?"

Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat. "No, I've just never really done this before." Ichigo gestured to the whole coffee shop.

I leaned back in my chair, trying my hardest to relax. Every muscle in my body wound with excitement, ready to spring up and let all my energy out. I titled my head to the side, not completing understanding what he meant. "What do you mean?"

Ichigo scrunched up his nose in the most adorable way. This was hard for him to talk about. But I wanted to know, hoping it was about it being a date. "Asking a girl out and everything," Ichigo mumbled into his coffee cup.

My heart nearly popped out of my chest. I reined in my urge to bounce in my seat. I didn't completely succeed since my legs were bouncing up and down. "Really?" I smiled widely.

That seemed to relax Ichigo. He melted a little in his chair, slinging an arm across it. "Yeah. I've ever only liked one other girl."

"You like me?" I didn't know how much more information my brain could process without overloading and shutting down. I hoped it lasted until the end of the conversation.

"Well, yeah. How could I not? Especially when you told me when you came over to study for math."

My mouth dropped open. He knew what I meant? "But I thought you didn't get what I meant?" I set my arms on the table, leaning closer to Ichigo.

"I knew. I didn't want to say anything though."

Oh, my goodness! I didn't realize Ichigo knew I liked him all this time. I felt a little relieved, but also a little bit horrified that he knew all along. I guess he knows more than he lets on most of the time.

"You were so cute when you tried to cover it up with saying that you spiked so much. I didn't want to say anything."

"I thought I covered it up well too."

Ichigo chuckled. "You did. Don't worry. It took me telling Rukia the story to understand what you meant. She pointed it out to me."

"She did?" Thank you Rukia. I think. It was a little baffling to know Ichigo knew I liked him the whole time. I didn't know where to go from here. Although he said he liked me too. A sudden thought hit me. Who else did Ichigo like?

"You said you only ever liked one other girl. May I ask who it is?" Curiosity wasn't not something I needed right now. Apparently I wasn't satisfied with Ichigo saying he liked me. I wanted to know who else caught such attention from him.

Ichigo furrowed his brow. "Rukia."

I took a sip of lemonade and nearly spit it out all over Ichigo. Who? My heart stopped in my cheat when he said Rukia. Suddenly my lemonade didn't feel so good in my stomach. I didn't want to admit it, but jealousy coursed through me. I always suspected he might like her. I didn't want to be right.

"But she has a boyfriend and I need to make sure she doesn't know my feelings. Talk about awkward."

Just like this conversation.

Ichigo tried to make up for what he said. His eyes widened and he shook his head. "I really do like you Orihime. I'm still trying to sort out my feelings and I thought it might be a good idea to hang out and do something that had nothing to do with school."

I sat there like a lump. I didn't know how to react. Ichigo liked Rukia and me. Or at least that's what it seemed like. Since he couldn't go out with her he chose me. I don't know if I'm okay with that. I finally got to go out with the boy I like. It turns out I'm not neceassarily his first choice. While I pondered my situation Ichigo's phone beeped with a text.

He held up his hand. "One second." He pulled his phone out of his pocket, brow scrunching together, frown tugging on his lips. "Orihime I'm sorry I have to go. Rukia is having some trouble with Renji. Maybe we can try this again tomorrow."

I nodded my head, completely numb. Ichigo waited for me to reply as he stood ready to bolt to Rukia's aide. Green shrouded my vision. I was jealous and it made me feel ill. I didn't want to be jealous. Ichigo had the right to be with anyone he wanted and it wasn't like we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I want to be!

I tried to shake off my weird mood, putting a smile that felt forced. "Sure that's fine. I hope everything is okay." I stood up, put on my backpack and followed him outside.

Ichigo turned to me, enveloping me in a warm hug that warmed my heart a little. He let me go way too soon and my body felt cold without his warmth. "I'll see you tomorrow." He waved then ran off.

I stayed standing there watching his back until he was nothing but a speck against the scenery of the town. I don't know how long I stood there for bewildered by the fact on my first date ever the person I loved left me for another woman.