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Day Four ( Thursday )

Karakura High School

Grimmjow's POV

I can't do anything but stare. Ichigo is anything but oblivious to the attention, as he's smirking at the people that are staring at him, or everyone for that matter. I hear the red pineapple say something about rebellion, and although I don't know what the hell caused this kind of change doesn't mean I can't thank them. And thank them, I do.

The strawberry strolls over, passing me in the process and I bite my lip to restrain another moan when the scent of strawberries and dark chocolate breezes past me as he undoubtedly purposely sways his hip tauntingly. Who knew that this boy could be more tempting than he already was? Certainly not me. I barely register Shiro whispering to Renji and Shinji, who are just standing there shaking their heads. The albino then smiles after Shinji nods an affirmative to one of his questions and settles back in his seat, obviously pleased. I'm curious as to what they were talking about, but decide that Ichigo deserves my attention right now, so I turn to him and open my mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Ichigo himself.

"So, Shiro," the albino turns to look at him, albeit his eyes are skeptical and nervous, which makes me even more curious. What has he been doing recently that makes everyone talk to him? "I had to explain to my sister what actually happened as someone else didn't," Ichigo eyes the pale teen, who shrugs nonchalantly. "It was quite the interesting conversation," Ichigo laughs, startling Shiro and me.

"Wha' can I say? I didn't have tha' guts ta tell her," Shiro states and looks away. What the hell are they talking about?

"I figured as much. Yuzu wasn't that bad, though," Shiro turns around again and looks at the smiling teen.

"Wha' ya mean?"

"Apparently she was so confused, that she went and told Karin," Shiro's jaw drops in shock and Ichigo blushes. "That had to be the most awkward conversation I have ever had with a family member," he laughs while Shiro just sits there in shock.

"Did she tell yer dad?" The albino asks out of the blue and by this time, I'm fidgeting in my seat, about to tackle one of them and demand what the hell they're both talking about.

"Nope. Thank God, too. That would have been horrible. I can only imagine his reaction," the teen shivers causing Shiro to laugh.

"Yea. Yer dad's an odd one, tha's fer sure," both chuckle again and I can't take it any longer.

"Wha' the hell are the both of you yapping abou-" I'm cut off by the bell and I let out a curse. Fucking bell.

Shiro stifles a laugh, whereas Ichigo downright laughs at me. I'm starting to really hate whatever this 'rebellion' is. Shinji and Renji look a little disappointed, which means they don't know what the fuck these two are talking about either. My curiosity morphs into suspicion. Wait a minute… Shiro left yesterday after Ichigo. This means that he went to Ichigo's house. Which would mean. I gasp in shock. Those two were alone together and now they're being all secretive. Did they do something? I narrow my eyes at the albino, who doesn't even notice.

"Good morning, children," Aizen coos as he walks into the classroom, and I shiver. The man is really starting to creep me out. "I assume that nobody got any work done last night. Correct?" He glances around at everyone, who look away thus relaying their answer. The brunette sighs in what sounds like mock sigh. "I'm very disappointed in all of you. I didn't imagine this group to be one that does homework last minute. Seems I set my standards too high. For punishment," the majority of the class groans, "everyone shall do numbers one through twenty in their math books on page 69," many people giggle, but shut up when it earns them a glare. "You are allowed to work in groups of three. Get started, as this is due by the lunch bell."

Kids immediately stand up and scatter around the room, joining their friends to chat about various nonsense. I turn around and smirk at Ichigo, who, surprisingly, returns it full force. I peek to my left when I heard the screeching of metal to see Shiro pull his desk over to sit next to Ichigo, causing me to internally frown. Damn bastard just won't give Ichigo and me any alone time, will he?

"Hope ya don't mind if I join yer group," Shiro mutters, not really expecting a reply.

"I mind, but it's not like it's gonna really fucking matter," I snap at him, causing Ichigo to laugh yet again. What the fuck is with him and laughing today?

"Damn right. I'm glad ya know where ya stand," he glares at me and I glare right back, neither of us willing to surrender.

"Alright, alright. Enough of whatever the hell you wanna call this," Ichigo whips his math book in between our line of vision, breaking our eye contact.

"Che. Whatever. Like I give a fuck about what he says anyways," I snarl the last part in his direction, causing him to scoff.

"Tha feelin's mutual, asshole," he sneers at me and I growl low in my throat in warning. If he keeps pushing his luck, I'm going to snap and, trust me, it's not going to end pretty.

"Fine. Don't listen to me over here. I'll just go join Shin and Ren," Ichigo smirks while leaning back in his chair, his shirt riding up to show a hint of tan skin.

"Nah. We'll stop. Right?" Shiro looks at me expectantly.

I huff, but shut up to both of their amusement.

"Well. Not that that's settled, why don't we get to work," Ichigo opens up his book to page 69 and pulls out a few pieces of paper and hands one to Shiro and me to write our answers down on.

I'm about to talk, but Aizen gives the class a look that clearly tells us to 'Shut the hell up and get back to business', which everyone promptly follows.

We work in silence; the only sound in the room is the whispering of papers and the scratching of pencils. It takes about three minutes before I'm fidgeting in my seat, unable to concentrate on the math with Ichigo so close. He shifts in his seat, causing that scent to assault me again and I close my eyes and inhale the intoxicating scent that is Ichigo. I suppress a shiver that threatens to run through me and look over to see Shiro with much the same problem. This boy is much more dangerous than he appears which is really saying something.

I'm snapped out of it when Ichigo sits up and stretches, pushing his paper forward. Looking down at the paper instinctively, I'm shocked to see that he's done with all twenty questions, answers circled next to the work. Ichigo smirks, leaning back on his chair, hands behind his head in an obvious sign of superiority and I clench my teeth. Little fucker is trying to show off and prove he's better.

"Better hurry up and copy that, before I change my mind," he mocks while not moving a muscle.

"I don't need yer fuckin' charity," I snap at him, which causes him to give me a skeptical look.

"So you're telling me you can do," he looks at my paper and his grin widens, "19 problems in about, oh, 2 minutes?" Shiro apparently feels no shame, as he's already got all of them copied down and passing the paper over to me.

I surrender, looking at his paper and copying down all his hard work. I swear to God, though, if he got these answers wrong… Just managing to write down the last one, the bell rings and Aizen instructs us all to hand him our papers on the way out. It's not hard to notice the groups that didn't finish as they run out the door, practically throwing their non-existent work at the teacher and the people who did, as they neatly place their finished work in his hands and stroll out of the class. Stuck up pricks… That doesn't mean I'm not one of the ones who did it myself.

I look over my shoulder, Ichigo strutting out like he owns the place and I roll my eyes. He's being especially cocky today, but it's refreshing and a nice change. I can't wait to see his other sides. My eyes widen. Wait. I did not just think that. Shaking my head mentally to clear the thought, I focus on Ichigo, who is now standing there with a knowing look on his face.

"Hurry the fuck up, Strawberry," warm brown eyes harden. "I'm eating with you again today."

No reaction is given, the boy walking away from me toward the stairs, Shiro trailing close behind. Narrowing my eyes, I follow despite not being invited or accepted. He isn't getting rid of me that easily, especially not with that fucking attitude. I'll just have to bring it up a notch to force Ichigo to pay attention to me. I refuse to be ignored, especially not by my prey.

Rooftop ( Lunch )

Rukia's POV

I hope that what Shinji and Renji told me isn't true. I really hope they're just messing with me. The worst part of dealing with Ichigo's rebellion phase is when he finds a new toy to mess with, and he certainly has a new one. Two of them, to be more accurate.

At that moment, the door to the roof bursts open, Ichigo standing in the doorway. Well… they weren't lying, that's obvious. Normal Ichigo would never wear something so… provocative. Nor would he be grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Stalking forward, he takes a seat where nobody is anywhere near him. Shiro claims the spot between Ichi and Ishida, while Grimmjow, much to my dismay, sits between Ichi and me. I guess it's helpful, though. If he tries anything, I'll hit him with my shoe or something. I grin while looking away. It would be no fun to give away how pleasant the thought was. Grimmjow wastes no time getting down to business.

"So, anyone heard about that party tonight? It's at the Kuchiki's mansion, or something," he looks to me. "Is that right?"

Clearing my throat, I answer. "That's correct. Nii-san's such a social mute that I decided it was time he threw a party," it was true. My brother is horribly sophisticated in this day and time.

Ichigo speaks up, tilting his head to the side. "I thought it was in downtown Karakura. That's what I heard, anyways," he shrugs when Shiro and Grimmjow give him a questioning look.

"You should know that is where our mansion is, Ichigo," I snicker. Sometimes he is too clueless to be a celebrity.

"Che. Back to what I was saying," Grimmjow talks again, interrupting everyone else and gaining a couple of glares in the process, "I was wondering if you were going, Ichigo."

I suppress the urge to blurt out why he would ask that. It couldn't be that he knew who Ichigo was. That was impossible! Similar looks of panic run through the group informed of Ichi's secret. Shiro just frowns, obviously unhappy with the drastic turn this conversation had just experienced.

"Nope," Ichi takes a bite of his lunch while answering; giving off the impression he couldn't care less about their conversation. "Only way I could get in would be with a date and I don't have one of those."

"I know that," Grimmjow rolls his eyes. "I was asking, cuz if you don't got one, I'm asking you."

Silence. Deafening silence. There is only one person unaffected by this and that's the man in question himself. Ichigo continues to eat his food as if someone had asked him about the weather. Calmly placing his utensil down, the orangette looks at Grimm emotionlessly. The tense seconds tick on…

"Nah. Thanks, but I'm going to have to decline."

"Wha?" That's the only brilliant word that escapes Grimmjow's mouth

"I politely declined. Now, if you'll excuse me," Ichigo yawns and stands up, stretching. He makes his way over and out the door back down to the school, leaving the rest of us behind on the roof.

The awkwardness in the air could be cut with a rusty knife. Grimmjow is sitting there with his mouth gaping open, Shiro is obviously trying to refrain from smiling in triumph, and the rest of the group are staring at the door Ichigo had just disappeared behind with looks of shock. My reaction is to simply sigh. Predictable.

The first to bust is Shiro, who begins to laugh at Grimmjow who is still sitting there with his jaw on the floor. Renji follows, chuckling lowly while covering his mouth, attempting to control himself. Shinji follows the pattern, joining the other two laughing idiots. Chad, Ishida, and Orihime simply sit there doing and saying nothing. I watch with amused eyes as Grimmjow begins to recover and I wait for him to snap and go berserk.

I'm genuinely shocked when he simply stands up and walks right out the door, leaving the rest of us to wonder what the hell happened. Well... that was definitely not what I expected. It's then that the bell rings and we all rush off into the direction of our respective classrooms, not eager to be late to class so early in the school year.

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Classroom

Shiro's POV

Walking into the classroom, the first thing I notice is Ichigo texting on his phone in his seat. My eyes narrow in jealousy and anger. Who or what would be so important and so urgent that he would need to text in class. Trying to be sneaky about it, I creep over in his direction and look over his shoulder, only to have him snap the phone shut with a final click.

"Didn't take you to be a sneak, Shiro," he grins up at me and I internally flinch at the fury that lurks behind the playful look he's wearing.

"I'm not. Just curious is all," I shrug and take a sit at my desk, watching Ichigo from the corner of my eye.

"I'm sure," he rolls his eyes, but sticks his cell in his pocket.

At this moment in time, the other two lost sheep find their way to the classroom. I expect them to follow suit like everyone else, but to my surprise, they walk up to Aizen and ask him something. He seems to ponder it for a few moments before replying, the two suddenly grinning and giving each other a high five. Then they turn around and give me a thumbs up and I suddenly understand, resulting in me smiling along with them.

"What put you in a good mood?" Ichigo asks, on his knees, chin on his arms that are resting on the edge of my desk, looking up at me in genuine curiosity.

"Nothin' ya need ta be concerned 'bout. Although," I smirk, "Grimmjow bein' gone is a definite plus," Ichigo smiles at that, retreating back to his seat after he deems my answer informative enough.

I watch as Renji and Shinji rush out of the room and it's not two seconds later that Ichigo turns to face me yet again.

"I'm guessing you know what those two are up to?" Cocoa eyes sparkle in curiosity.

Smirking, I answer. "Of course I do," I hold up a hand to stop the question before he asks. "Don't bother. You'll find out soon enough." With that I close my eyes and lean back in my seat to wait for them to return.

The tardy bell rings and those two still haven't returned, which is starting to make me nervous. How long does it take to go get someone and get back to class? Unless... I frown. Unless they didn't already ask and do their part like they were supposed to. I knew I shouldn't have trusted those two dimwits.

As the thought passes through my head, said dimwits return, a girl with black hair and violet eyes grinning impossibly wide. Aizen stands up and clears his throat, everyone in the room turning to listen or run the risk of receiving a failing grade for the day.

"I have an important announcement. A group has proposed an interesting idea today, and I would like to share it with the class so that if you would also like to copy their idea, you may. I will allow each group to have one manager to arrange dates, keep you on schedule, and the like. Said manager must come from a different class as all the students here are in a group," I snort silently. Obviously. "The only condition is you must first be granted my approval for the person of your choice. That is all. Now, for the rest of class you are to be working on your song. Get busy," Aizen sits back down and goes back to filling up papers that are no doubt from earlier today with red marks. I laugh when I see most of the papers look like he just broke open the pen and splashed the red ink on it.

The three at the front come and sit around us, Rukia shamelessly sitting where Grimmjow would currently be located if he was still here. I'm guessing that being rejected for possibly the first time in his life didn't sit so well for him and he's currently at home steaming in fury. A grin splits my face at the thought of him throwing a temper tantrum like a three year old.

Apparently wasting no time, Rukia immediately gets down to business. She pulls out a spiral notebook that appears to be brand new if you minus the God awful bunny drawings on the front and opens it to the first page.

"Ok. I'm making the rules and what I say is final. I will take no ifs, ends, or buts. My word is law. Understand?" She doesn't even pause for a second before continuing and I'm suddenly starting to regret the decision of making her our manager. "I'll be generous tonight, seeing as how there's a party and two people won't be available, but this is it. Tomorrow, a group meeting will be held at Renji's house, Saturday at Shinji's house, and Sundays will be at either Shiro or Grimmjow's house. I'll leave it to them to decide," she writes this in her book and I gulp. After all, her word is law. There would be no getting out of it.

While Shinji and Renji are looking at her in horror, no doubt that they thought she would pretty much just be there to be there, Ichigo is sitting there with an amused expression on his face.

"So…" Ichigo draws out the one word, Rukia turning to look at him.

"Yes, Ichigo?"

"Your word is law, huh?" He smirks. Well, that can't be good.

"Correct," Rukia replies warily, no doubt cautious of that expression.

"What happens if we break the law?" The orangette is obviously having way too much fun with this and I'm suddenly scared for him. I've been on the receiving end of that girl's anger and it's not a pretty place to be.

"There will be punishment of course," she states without a moment's hesitation.

"Like…" He leans forward in a mocking way.

"Ichigo. I have no problem with reporting any problems with Aizen and suggesting that your grade be lowered. Do you want that?" She smiles in triumph as Ichigo's jaw falls open. This girl is something else… I thought it near impossible to control Ichigo when he's like this.

He orangette finally composes himself, letting out an indignant huff as his answer. Rukia writes something else in her notebook, before slamming it shut and standing up.

"One last thing. I'll be present at 95% of your meetings, so don't think you'll be able to get away with slacking off. This counts as a grade for me, too, so I'm not letting all you idiots goof around," without further ado, she walks out of the classroom, leaving one surprised red head, one amazed blonde, one slightly miffed orangette, and one regretful albino in her wake. This was going to be a very, very long year… This is my last thought before the bell rings and I eagerly rush out the door. I've got a party to go to tonight.

A/N I want to apologize if this sounds a little rushed… because it kinda was. I'm super eager to just get to the party already, and the day at school was really just dragging me down, so I was like screw it! I'm getting it down and moving on with it! Hope everyone doesn't mind D:

Anyways, party next chapter! About effin time, right? ! My friend gave me some amazing ideas for it and I'm excited about using them! And she also gave me some ideas for after the party, so I sorta know where I wanna get with it, now. That'll help me get it done! If all goes according to plan… Things will start moving along quite nicely! I'm sure you're all like "What's going to happen? !" Well… that's for me to know and for you to find out, isn't it? *Insert evil laugh here*

Don't forget to review! Reviews mean the world to me! I got a whole ten last chapter! I know most big writers would be like… Only ten? For a small writer like lil' ol' me… I was like OH MY GAWD! Ten! Ten reviews! My life is now complete… *Sigh*