HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRIMMJOW! Now that that's been taken care of, I don't own Bleach or anything bound to it, most importantly Grimmjow, which kind of sucks.
A sharp rapping on my door woke me up Monday morning after spending an almost uneventful weekend with the Quincy. She was extremely boring. "Go away." I growled. The door only creaked open in response before the sharp click of the light being switched on. Bright light that I was unprepared for flooded the room. I groaned and pulled a pillow over my head.
"I know, it's ungodly and evil for them to expect us to be up this early but it must be done." Quincy told me as a part of the bed sunk under her weight. A cold hand touched my shoulder as she tried to shake me awake.
"Go away." I grumbled wondering how well that would work the second time around. The cool touch of her fingers left my shoulder and I almost let out a sigh of relief to finally be alone, until she tried to pull the pillow away from my head.
"Come on Grimmjow. We don't have time for this." Quincy growled.
"Do you have to be such a pest?" I asked as I pulled the pillow from my head myself. Quincy smiled at me brightly.
"Only when you're not listening to reason." She answered standing and straightening her skirt. Over the weekend she had dyed her hair so it was now a maroon color and it was pulled back away from her face in a short ponytail that barely went past the nape of her neck. She wore a white button up short sleeve shirt, a black tie with some kind of emblem at the bottom, a black and white plaid skirt, white knee high socks, and simple black shoes.
"What the hell is that?" I demanded as Quincy started flitting about the room gathering stuff.
"The girl's school uniform. Get dressed and meet me down stairs. If you're not there in five minute I'm coming back up with a jug of cold water to dump on your head." I was informed as the elements of my school uniform was placed on the bed.
Six minutes later I walked into the dining room to hear water running. I walked into the kitchen to find Quincy filling a jug with water. She glanced at me. "Do you not know how to tie a tie or something?" She asked as she approached me. She flipped up the collar of my shirt and fixed the tie, her fingers moving around the forming knot easily. "There, all better." She muttered her hands smoothing out the top of the shirt.
"Any particular reason you woke me up so early?" I grumbled.
"Oh yeah, we have to pick up Sawyer." Quincy said grabbing her bag off the counter. Already I wasn't particularly fond of her, so hearing I had to ride in a car with her wasn't an appealing thought. "Come on." Quincy said grabbing my hand and pulling me back into the room full of vehicles. She went straight to her truck. As we slid in she opened a compartment in front of me and pulled out a bunch of papers. "I picked these up the other day. Your schedule and a map of the school." She said handing me the paperwork.
"Why are you giving this to me now?" I grumbled.
"Because if I don't I'll forget." She answered simply before starting the truck and backing out. I was wondering why the hell I even agreed to go to school with her. She had manipulated me by attacking my pride.
"You're a bitch." I announced as Quincy sped down empty roads. She turned and smiled at me.
"What was your first clue? And anyway Sawyer is far bitchier than I." She replied speeding up just a little bit as large hills loomed over us.
"I noticed." I grumbled as Quincy shot down the hills with glee written all over her face.
"Really? I would have thought you would have said something by now." She said as she finally slowed down in front of a small town house.
"Didn't really care to." I muttered. Quincy rolled her eyes before pushing down on the center of the steering wheel. A loud sound emitted from the truck.
"I'm comin'! I'm comin'!" Sawyer shouted as she exited the house. She jogged towards the tuck, but stopped when she caught sight of me.
"What's he doing here?" Sawyer growled.
"We're taking him with us." Quincy said brightly.
"Well he's going to move out of my seat." Sawyer grumbled as she opened the door.
"Where am I supposed to sit?" I snapped.
"Just scoot over." Sawyer snapped back. I glared at her, but moved closer to Quincy. I'd get my revenge later. Sawyer slid in and slammed the door behind her.
"We all set?" Quincy asked.
"Beyond ready to get out of here." Sawyer mumbled.
Quincy sighed. "I've told you before; you're always welcome to stay at my place. And with having to stay at my parent's place I have more room than ever." She informed her friend, actually driving slow for once.
"With Grimmjow staying? Now I want to stay less than ever." Sawyer stated.
"Aw he don't like me much either, but he ain't that bad." Quincy said, defending me for unknown reasons.
"Maybe he's nicer to you because he's got a thing for you." Sawyer suggested.
Quincy scoffed. "Right." She said with heavy sarcasm. "He attacked me when we first met."
"You what?" Sawyer demanded turning to attack me. I bumped into Quincy as I pulled away from Sawyer. Quincy jerked the wheel nearly taking us off the road before she slammed on the break.
"If you two are going to do that wait until you are out of my car!" She shouted. Both of us glanced at the heavily breathing girl.
"Ok Quinn." Sawyer grumbled looking out the windshield. Quincy took a deep breath and started back on the road.
We eventually pulled into the school parking lot. "Oh did you hear? We've got a sub in gym today." Sawyer said as the two of them climbed out of the truck. Quincy left her door open as she groaned.
"Great." She groaned sarcastically.
"What's so unfortunate about a sub in gym?" I questioned as we walked towards the towering school building.
"It usually means dodge ball instead of fencing." Quincy muttered. She suddenly stopped and looked around. "Sawyer, stay here and watch over Grimmjow." She said before taking off towards a large group of girls.
"What's she planning on doing talking to a bunch of cheerleaders?" Sawyer growled in confusion.
"Cheerleaders?" I inquired.
"You don't want to know." The blonde girl muttered. Quincy came back, another girl with long blonde hair and big blue eyes, following quickly behind her.
"Anna this is Grimmjow. Grimmjow this is Anna, captain of the cheerleading team." Quincy said. Anna grinned at me as she put her hands on my chest.
"So I heard you're a foreigner and need a place to stay." She said. She was now close enough I could see that she wore too much make-up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Quincy grab Sawyer's hand and run off.