I swear to god this story is going to kill me. Please, if there are any mistakes, tell me. I messed up on the POV and had to edit it a whole bunch "^.^

Part Two~

Grimmjow was not a morning person, not today, not ever. Toshiro had kept texting him over the weekend trying to tell him all the dirty little details about what went down on Friday night. He hadn't bothered to reply knowing that Rangiku was most likely hounding him for them anyways. If there was anybody who would be willing to listen to what had transpired, it was the whole female population of their school. Not Grimmjow. Especially not Grimmjow after he had a new point of view thrown at him to chew on.

And did he chew, bite, and try to swallow this foreign idea about a certain orange head. Just to be sure, he even looked up the definition of slut in various dictionaries. Nothing made sense to him. The idea that a slut could be in the highest regards of someone that he trusted and considered an equal was mind boggling.

Man, he was so confused.

When Grimmjow made it to school he was dragging his feet. Seven hours of sitting in a class with tons of people he didn't feel like talking to. Of course, he couldn't skip class because he needed to keep his grade up. Instead, he sat down in his usual seat next to a Toshiro. He didn't greet him like he usually did, but Grimmjow did get to appreciate the absence of Rangiku's never ending giggling. Not that Grimmjow expected this to be a normal Monday after a not so normal Friday.

After a few awkward moments of silence, Tosh decided to beak it, "So, you're not talking to me either?"

"No. I don't want to hear it."

"Right, okay then. I'm telling you anyways. Rangiku won't talk to me and neither will Ichigo. Not that I thought he would. Can I tell you about our night?"

"No." Hath he no mercy for the innocent? "You know I hate him, don't give me reason to murder him."

"Oh, okay. I guess I could just tell Shiro about it then, though I doubt that he wants to hear it any more than you do."

"Are you kidding me? That guy thinks Ichigo is some sort of saint. I'm sure he'll want to hear every last detail."

Toshiro gave a nod in response, turning his focus in the teacher who had started that day's lesson. By the time lunch rolled around both the boys had a silent understanding. Of course when they went to go sit at their table Shiro wasn't there, again. So Tosh's little plan to spill to him went down the drain. Grimmjow was about to ask were the missing man was, but as soon as he opened his mouth his ears detected two voices yelling from the roof. One of them was Shiro, but the one that seemed to be doing most of the screaming was Ichigo.

Ha. Serves him right thinking that he's a saint. Nothing can change the fact that he's the dirtiest man I know.

Grimmjow was pretty sure that the whole courtyard was trying to listen in on the shouting match. Even with some of the closest seats, nobody at Grimmjow's table could make out any words.

Grimmjow almost started laughing; this day was turning out great. First, he got off of listening to Tosh's scary sexual adventure. Then, he got to listen to Shiro get eaten out by the slut.

Of course, the bliss could only last for so long.

"I topped."

Grimmjow whipped his head around so fast he thought it would fall off. On second thought, it would fall off. His eyes met a face that would put brand new stop signs to shame. Of course the short man's eyes diverted to his lunch as he picked at it.

"I know you guys didn't want to he..."

"I never knew the resident man-whore was a uke." Grimmjow blurted, starting at Toshiro at completely forgetting about the fight going on up on the roof.

If it was possible, Tosh's face got even redder causing the color so spread all the way to his ears. "Uhh…I don't think he usually does…he was being really…nice about it too…"

Grimmjow just shook his head. Everything about the slut screamed seme. Of course there was that small possibility that Ichigo had the smallest sliver of kindness in him. But Grimmjow immediately put that thought out. That man was all evil sin. All sex demon with a side of barbed wire to cut your heart.

He brought his attention back to the conversation at hand. It seemed that once his white haired friend got going, he couldn't stop. "He was so…sweet. It was weird. I had no idea what I was doing and he was just…there. The whole time. Of course Rangiku won't talk to me, and I've tried calling every possible phone that she might pick up. I think I sent her about ten bazillion texts, and called maybe fifty bazillion times. Oh Grimm, she is so mad at me. I'm so fucked."

Grimmjow chuckled, "Sorry to hear that Tosh, but I still don't want to hear about it. Why don't you just run off to someone like Yumi who will eat that shit up?"

A feral grin spit across Grimmjow's face, as an idea formed in his happy brain.

So, our little Ichi likes to get fucked, huh?

He started to chuckle. It was soft, low, and dark as it rose to be evil cackling. It gained the attention of a couple kids nearby as it grew louder. Oh, Grimmjow was going to get his payback, alright. He had the perfect way to do it.

Ichigo watched as Shiro and Grimmjow talked. If the situation had any humor in it, Shiro's facial expressions would be something to laugh at. No, the only person who found it amusing was Grimmjow. Or at least, that's what Ichigo thought. It was kind of hard to see their faces from way up on the roof.

"Hey, you gonna stop starin' like a lovesick puppy anytime soon?" a voice from behind him asked. Ichigo glanced at his misfit group of friends. Low and behold, there was Shinji in all his shiny happy glory.

The man turned around and scowled at the blonde. He was not a 'lovesick puppy' as he so nicely put it, he just found Grimmjow…interesting, if not attractive. Yeah, what he would give to go up and snuggle against all that warm, hard muscle. But that was totally out of the question, because as he said; he was not in love with the bastard.

"Watch your mouth. If you were single you would be appreciating his looks too."

Shinji threw his head back and laughed, the sound almost rivaling the laughter going on down in the courtyard. "Hun, here's the thing: you're not single."

Shinji patted my just a little too hard on the shoulder.

The orange head just scowled harder and went back to observing the courtyard below.

"Shin, leave him alone. I don't think single is the right way to put it anyway. It's more like he…has a commitment to his work." A voice behind them drawled lazily. Ichigo heard his friend's footsteps retreating back to their weird little group. He turned back to the courtyard where he could admire Grimmjow's attractiveness some more.

Yeah, definetly not a lovesick puppy.

Being attractive was hard. There were plenty of attractive people in our school, but being one who flaunts it to everybody practically 24/7 tends to be exhausting. Some people don't think that popular (not that he would say he was popular, exactly), good looking people don't have problems. Well, Ichigo is here to tell you that they most definetly do.

Like the one he's having right now.

Problem #1: Shinji Hirako is in his closet.

The problem with this is, whenever Shinji decided to pick Ichigo's outfit he goes absolutely berserk. They always end up being over an hour late to the party. Which means on Sunday, Ichigo will get promptly screamed at, unless their group of friends doesn't meet up on Sunday. This then means that he will get publicly humiliated at lunch on Monday.

Always his favorite way to start off the week.

Problem #2: Shinji Hirako is in his closet.

Ah, yet again he is faced with the many challenges that go along with having a complete lunatic as his best friend. From the corner of his eye, he can see what pile Shinji's sifting through. It's the pile the Ichigo has mutely named, "The pile that he likes to think is Shinji's because technically Shinji bought them so he owns them not Ichigo" pile. Said pile consists of mostly fishnet shirts of various lengths, leather pants of various lengths, and thongs.

You heard that right, thongs.

You know those tiny, itchy, uncomfortable things that you wear when you want to feel like the little butt-string thing is trying to cut you in half?

More often than not, Shinji refuses to let him leave the house without stuffing his dick into one if those torture contraptions. So when Shinji goes through that pile, he knows he's after some dick. Or rather, more dick. Because he certainly have plenty.

It means that he have to go to this party and seduce a dude. Of course, Ichigo usually has one in mind-he's around 6'2" of lean muscle with a mop of blue hair to top it off, ever heard of him?- but he get stuck with whoever Shiro gives him, or sometimes his uncle, occasionally Shinji will push him in one direction or the other.

Whatever, he's used to it.

Problem #3: Shinji Hirako is in his closet.

Oh man, maybe he should get some therapy for his poor soul. This problem doesn't even revolve around Shinji but Ichigo's blaming it on him anyways. Ichigo has this paper he has to write, and while it's only a two page paper, he prefers to get done early. So here he is (while Shinji is still raiding his closet), trying to ignore the obnoxious K-pop blasting through the stereo (which Shinji selected), and trying to get this paper done (Before Shinji tries to get him in yet another outfit to try).

See? Boatload of problems.

"Shin, this doesn't make any sense." Ichigo asked as he shuffled through more notes on WWI.

The reply came muffled though the mountain of clothing between them, "Of course it makes sense! You could totally pull off purple jeans; you just need the right belt…"

"Not that, but just last week you gave me Toshiro. Shouldn't you be donning me with my "lady killer", as you so kindly put it, pile of clothing?"

Shinji turned to face his companion with three different shirts and his dark purple jeans.

"Oh no, I don't get to tell you. But we did get you a present." He grinned and threw the clothes at Ichigo. "Here, try these on. We have to be there in an hour."

Grimmjow made sure to arrive late, providing the perfect dramatic entrance. He even rang the fucking doorbell, forcing the people on the inside to consider the possibility of him being the police. The music was turned down, and Grimmjow could hear a pair of heels clicking their way to answer the door.

The portal was opened to a short girl who was wearing harem pants and a crop top that read "EAT ME". She stared me down, checking out the zipped up leather jacket, fitted white jeans, and black belt I was wearing. Confirming that I wasn't the cops, she let me in without saying anything.

Only whispers raced around the room as Grimmjow ducked in. He could feel an awful lot of stares until some chick told the DJ to turn up the music. Then the party commenced.

The bar they had set up tonight seemed a little nicer than the regular beers that they usually served. Grimmjow got a beer anyways, then moved to sit on the couch the Bitch's little posse usually sat on. No one approached him for ten more minutes, and then a blonde kid came bouncing up, seating himself right beside the ex-security guard.

"So, a little birdie told me that you weren't on thug duty today" He radiated joy. Why, Grimmjow didn't know. His skinny freak of a boyfriend was sitting with a couple other guys from that group, sending him scalding glares that would have made him shake in his boots if he were any other guy.

Grimmjow kept my expression blank and bored. "Yeah, so what?" he said.

Shinji winked, "Well if you're free tonight and need someone to take home, feel free to just ask." Then scampered back to his seat on his dumb partner's lap.

What a freak show this was turning out to be. Now that Grimmjow was out in the thick of it, it seemed less like a party and more like a gathering of horny bunny rabbits shoved into a closed space. It held barely any appeal, but it did have one thing he wanted.

He scanned the people, looking for the Bitch's bright hair. It wasn't hard to find, but Grimmjow didn't like that the owner was grinding on some chick. What a joke.

He watched the two of them for a little, noticing that the Bitch wasn't as into it as he should have been. He kept lifting his head slightly, eyes sweeping through the crowd for something better. The Bitch's eyes only met Grimmjow's once, but it was brief.

Finally, after a few more minutes of waiting, he snagged the closest single girl and led her out onto the dance floor.

They both danced the night away, both men switching partners periodically. By the time Shiro started kicking people out, they were only a few paces apart.

The girl Grimmjow was dancing with whined when Shiro made the announcement that they had to leave. She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, tugging on his shirt and practically begging to be taken home.

He didn't even give a proper response; he just shrugged and turned away. Since the first part of his shaky plan didn't work, he had to move on to plan B.

Plan B only worked if he left the building a couple minutes before the Bitch did. So he slipped out quietly, making sure Shiro didn't catch him to help out with cleanup. That accomplished, Plan B also needed him to locate Ichigo's car. Since not only was his car infamous, it was also bright cherry red and some sort of convertible, it wasn't so hard to spot parked in the street a block down from the house.

So he strolled down the walkway, and casually propped himself up against the passenger side door, waiting for the Slut to come to him.

Shinji looked confused. Shiro looked annoyed. Nnoi looked strangely satisfied with himself. The rest of Ichigo's friends were nowhere to be seen.

"He at least could've helped with cleanup!" Shiro spat, going to pick up the cans of beer scattered everywhere.

Ichigo joined to help, "It was his day off, wasn't it? He probably left as soon as he could." Shiro scowled. Now that the party was over, just the trash remained. Ichigo liked to view these kinds of things like parasites. The people come, they takeover, then they leave the dead carcass abandoned and alone if only to go invade another one.

"Shit! Look a' this, Ichi! I bring in vodka one time and its gets everywhere! There's fuckin' Jell-O in the couch, for god's sake!"

It's kind of morbid, now that I think about it. Mind-controlling parasites aren't a very good conversation starter.

"I'm gonna have to call the carpet cleaners again!"

There was no carpet in the main room. Someone must have barfed one of the bedrooms again. He thought the carpet was brown, last time he checked. It shouldn't stain, at least.

"I swear, if I find one more fuckin' bro-"

"Will you just shut up already?" A loud voice interrupted. "Fuckin' ruining my mood, motherfucker."

"Nnoi, it's not nice to yell." Another added.

Someone had left their necklace on one of the chairs. One half of a "Best Friends" heart. Who even wears those anymore? He'll have to show it to Shiro, maybe he knows…

"Well it's not very nice to ruin someone's mod either, Shin."

"Don't matter. Say it quieter next time, you're hurting my ears."

Someone grumbled.

"Shi-" Ichigo looked up from his concentration, to find Nnoi looking away from Shinji, and Shinji looking at nothing in particular. "Uh, do you guys know who's this is? It was on one of the chairs."

Both heads snapped towards him, but only Shinji moved to approach.

"I think it's Orihime's," he blinked once, and then furrowed his brow. "Ichi, why are you so distracted?"

Ichigo could feel his eyes widen and his face flush. It was probably a brilliant red, prime for teasing. "Uh…I was distracted?" he lied. Ichigo's eyes moved to past Shinji, where Nnoi was back in his good mood, and was exchanging insults with Shiro, who was down the hall.

"Liar." He called his friend out.

Ichigo was going to just brush it off and continue cleaning, but something came to the forefront of his mind. "Well, um, I was wondering something, actually." he asked as my eyelids drooped slightly from exhaustion. It had to be one of the longest nights that he'd had in a while and he was ready to crash.

Shinji rolled his eyes dramatically. "Wow, Ichi, you don't have to ask me if you can throw out a question. Stop being such a brat and just give it to me."

"Why didn't you give me someone tonight? This is the first time in a while that I've been here until the very end."

Shinji's attitude dropped, and he sighed. "It just didn't work out, that's all. Nothin' to worry your pretty little head over." Ichigo yawned. "Go home Ichi, get some sleep and come over tomorrow, yeah?"

He nodded drowsily as a made his way to the door. Giving a half wave to anyone who could see.

The chill of outside bit at my bare arms on the way out the door. Most of the cars were gone by now, probably miles away by now. Ichigo stopped at the edge of the porch to give another yawn, and then started to amble towards his car.

To Be Continued...after I work on CC some more...