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A/N: See? What did I tell you all? I'm an inconsistent updater, and for that, you can blame school. Yes, school. But here is the chapter, and I promise to be more consistent. Not early all the time, but not a week late, right? Okay, enough. I hope you like this one, and don't forget to review and/or put this story on your story alert. Yay.
Cupid Needs Better Aim: Health Class
The first rang bell as students casually strolled to their next respective classes. The raven-haired senior packed up her binder and briskly exited the biology laboratory, after waving goodbye to the sensei with her natural refinement. While she stopped at the side of the hallway, Rukia swiftly pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper from her binder and held it open. It was her schedule, so neatly creased in half. Period 7 – Health.
Rukia again rolled her eyes and sighed with prominent vexation. Wonderful. Forty-five minutes of babies, sperm cells, and STD's. But Rukia really couldn't complain. Her choices for an extra class were quite limited. She had choices like advanced art or music. Although she would never admit it, she ultimately knew that Chappy paintings or sculptures would not be sufficient for an A or even a B-, especially at her level of skill in the art field.
Music was actually her first choice initially. However, the music program at Karakura High School only included band instruments such as the brass, woodwinds, and whatnot. There was also the classical music club, but two members of The Ryoka were there, and classical music was one of the very, very few things that Rukia had little knowledge about. Besides, she could really only play the samisen and the viola, so she didn't fit into the music category. At least not in Karakura High School, anyway.
So that leaves her with health. She stood at the back of the classroom as the teacher instructed. Our seats must be getting arranged, she thought. Time was moving ever so slowly, so she allowed herself to clearly observe her surroundings. Rukia noticed that the teacher looked like a stereotypical gym-teacher-meets-drill-sergeant maniac. He sported a closely-cropped hairdo with a mustache that looked like a slender caterpillar had settled on his upper lip. He seemed pretty amiable, for the most part.
To be clear, Health was just sort of a PG rated definition. The Health program spent a considerable amount of time covering systems like the skeletal, respiratory, nervous systems, and all those. But they spent an even more generous time covering the reproductive system. After all, they were all seniors. One would think that senior high school students had solid maturity, correct? Wrong. Aside from Rukia and just a handful of others, idiots would giggle at the mere mention of a penis or the words "sexual intercourse."
The second bell echoed around the whole school. As the teacher's instructions have come to a close and everybody was settled, Rukia also noticed that the only seat vacant in the classroom was the one behind her. Wait. Kuchiki, then who? There's no one else I know with a surname that starts with a "k" and a "u..." Except for... Just then, a lean, altitudinous figure entered the room ever so debonairly. Kurosaki Ichigo.
"Damn. You've gotta be kidding me," Rukia whispered under her breath.
"You're late, Kurosaki. See me after class, and have a seat behind Kuchiki-san," The teacher said slightly tumultuously. Ichigo put down his books and sat down, unfazed by the teacher's sudden bitterness. Ha, douchebag.
"Okay. Welcome to period seven Health class. My name is Kagine-sensei. For the next month, we will be spending time learning the reproductive system. Today, we will focus on relationships and forms of contraception. Take out your notebooks and write what I write," Kagine commanded. Rukia took out her binder and flipped to the health section and titled the page. She managed to catch a glimpse of Ichigo at the back, with a pen in his hand and a notebook. He was slumped on his desk.
"Psst! Hey midget, move your head. I can't see," Ichigo whispered. Rukia bit her tongue and gathered all the self-control she could muster. She ignored him and wrote furiously. After a few moments she felt something hit the back of her head. Then a piece of crumpled paper landed on her desk. She gave a death glare to Ichigo and reluctantly opened it up. Move your head and I'll take a picture with you for 500 yen. Rukia finally turned around and faced him. What a tool? A picture?
"Baka, why don't you sit up so that you can see? And I never want a picture with you!" Rukia hissed.
"Fine. Just move your head, is it that hard?" Ichigo replied with the same force. His head was inching closer and closer to her face.
"Sitting upright isn't so hard either. And never, ever, call me midget again." Rukia whispered vehemently. Ichigo smirked and got even closer.
"Midget." Ichigo mocked with a sly smile playing on his lips. Rukia could have slapped him, but was interrupted by a calling from the front of the classroom.
"Is there a problem, Kuchiki-san and Kurosaki? We happened to be just assigning class partners for the year. Why don't you two be partners and pay attention next time, okay?"
"But Kagine-sensei!" Rukia begged. Ichigo just scoffed.
"No buts. Next time think twice before you start chatting with your boyfriend in my class." Kagine-sensei said firmly. Oh. My. God. Hell no. She felt her cheeks getting involuntarily redder. Ichigo looked like a sick combination of shocked and embarrassed.
Rukia then found the whole class staring at her and the orange-headed asshole behind her. Some Ryoka fangirls looked like they could kill her, others gave her looks of pity, and some didn't even know what went on. Finally, she was saved by the bell and she exited the classroom faster than everybody. She raced to her study hall classroom, deliberately avoiding all people.
"HAHA! So you guys are partners in one of the most awkward classes in school? Wow... You should have just moved your head. It wasn't hard to do," Tatsuki laughed and her face turned into a tomato. She was failing at stifling it, and received dirty looks. She couldn't have cared less.
"Who's damn side are you on? He called me a midget, Tatsuki. I'm not a midget! I'm five feet tall!" Rukia spat. This added more fuel to Tatsuki's uncontrollable laughter.
"You're four feet and eight inches! And Kagine thought you were dating? Oh, my gosh, I'm dying," Tatsuki still laughed and Rukia just shook it off. She completed her AP calculus and trigonometry homework and waited for Tatsuki's laugh to die down.
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad, Rukia-chan. Maybe he was just joking." Orihime added. Your optimism is alarming sometimes, Orihime.
"Perhaps," Rukia sighed. "And Tatsuki?" Rukia added.
"Yeah?" Her violent laughter turned into small chuckles.
"Yes, I'm certain that I hate Ichigo," Rukia concluded.
"It's too soon to tell. I mean, you guys just started dating..." The small chuckles escalated into full-frontal laughing again. Rukia sweatdropped. Meanwhile, Orihime packed up her books and waited for the bell to ring, marking the end of the school day.
"Oh, guys. Tomorrow is Uryu-chan's band's open stage performance. You're all attending, right?" Orihime said as sweetly as possible, in hopes of getting both her friends to still attend.
"I'm not going." Rukia said.
"But you promised..."
"No, you forced me,"
"Rukia-chan..." It took all of her strength not to look at Orihime. All of it. She finally surrendered after almost five minutes.
"Fine. I'm sitting through only ONE Ryoka performance. One." Rukia harrumphed.
"Yay!" Orihime then viciously hugged her two friends. I gotta stop giving in to her puppy eyes.
"She's a bitch. She wouldn't move her head. I couldn't see. I even asked her politely!" Ichigo half-lied. Ishida shook his head and continued to tune his guitar. They were in the music room, as always.
"That's impossible, Kurosaki. You're never polite to anyone, and I believe that Kuchiki-san is a great individual," Ishida pushed his glasses up with his index finger and sighed impatiently.
"Okay, fine. I didn't ask her politely. But is it so hard to move your head to let me see?" Ichigo pouted. He could almost feel Ishida rolling his eyes behind his glasses.
"Is it so hard to sit up so that you can see? You're completely taller than her. It's not hard to sit up." Ishida finished tuning his guitar and put it back into the expensive-looking guitar case.
"Who's side are you on?" Ichigo exclaimed.
"Not yours." He replied bluntly.
"Whatever. Oh, the first open stage is tomorrow, by the way."
"You don't have to tell me,"
Just then, Renji quickly entered the music room with a surprised expression on his face.
"You and Rukia are dating?" Renji blurted out.
"No, you idiot."
And there you have it. Chapter 3 successfully published. I absolutely PROMISE that I'll update next saturday or sunday. If I don't then you have full permission to spam me until I do. Thank you for reading/reviewing/story alert-ing. I'm content, even if I only get four reviews :)