Recap:
"Eh, Aizen, what should we do with the girl?" he asked. I could sense the malicious intent in his voice.
"I don't know Nnoitra." The man called Aizen said.
I glared at them.
"I'm not going anywhere with either of you." I said defiantly.
Aizen laughed a bit.
"Fiery, aren't you?"
He walked forward, closing the gap between us.
Oh god…
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As soon as I stepped back though, I felt myself hit a hard chest.
"Oi, leave the girl alone Aizen." Said a familiar voice.
I looked up to see spiky blue hair, and the very bored expression of Grimmjow.
Aizen stopped, glowering at Grimmjow.
"You better be careful what you say to our leader, Grimmjow." Nnoitra responds.
Grimmjow grabs my shoulder and pulls me behind him.
"And you better learn to shut your face unless you want it beat in." Grimmjow hissed back.
Aizen had yet to say a word.
Instead, he seemed to be thinking.
Finally, he turned around.
"Leave them be, Nnoitra. We're leaving."
"But Aizen, you're just gonna let him disrespect you like that?" He yelled.
Aizen shot a glare at him.
Nnoitra sighed, nodded, and followed Aizen off in the distance.
I watched them go until they were completely gone.
"Grimmjow…thank yo-"
Next thing I know, Grimmjow has me by the collar.
"What? Are you stupid? I told you to LEAVE. But you just had to go and cause trouble you idiot."
I stared at him, not too sure what to say.
"I'm sorry…" I started.
He sighed and dropped me.
"Don't be sorry. Just learn to listen when someone tells you to do something. It was for your own good; I guess you know that now, huh?" he said while glaring at me.
I glared back, angry.
"I wouldn't have had stayed in the first place if you just did the damn project with me! Then none of this would have happened and I wouldn't have been able to inconvenience you, you jerk!"
I balled my hands into fists.
For a moment, he didn't say anything.
Finally, he turned around, and began walking away from me.
"W-Where are you going?!" I yelled to him.
He put his hands in pockets and stopped.
"I'm going home. I suggest you follow me unless you wanna be raped by the idiots out on the streets here." He said plainly.
For a second, I didn't move.
He's right…
I sighed in defeat, unballing my fists.
The walk back to his house was silent.
By the time we reached Grimmjow's house, it was after midnight.
He walked in the door and motioned me to follow him.
Shutting the door behind me, I looked up to see that he was gone.
"Grimmjow?" I asked.
Next thing I knew, there was Grimmjow.
The only difference was, he wasn't wearing a shirt.
For a moment, I caught myself staring in awe at his beautifully sculpted body. The only flaw I could see was a long scar that went from his collarbone to his lower waist.
Seeing it made me want to trail my fingers against it…
"Here." He said, while throwing me a baggy white shirt.
I was knocked out of my trance and just barely caught the shirt.
"What's this for?" I asked, tilting my head.
"Unless you plan on getting lost in the streets against, I suggest you just stay the night here."
My eyes widened.
"Stay h-here?" I stuttered for a moment.
He turned around to grab something and that's when I noticed a tattoo of the number six on his lower back.
"Yeah, unless you want to get raped."
For a moment, nothing was said. Then, I finally opened my mouth.
"What's with all the hospitality all of a sudden? These last two days, you've been nothing but an asshole to me." I said my hands on my hips.
He walked over to the fridge, and pulled out what looked like a big bottle of alcohol.
"Don't question my reasoning; I just figured if I'm relatively nice to you, you'll finally leave me the fuck alone."
He undid the cap on the drink and started gulping away.
"You're only 18! That's illegal!" I yelled at him.
He removed the bottle from his lips, and wiped away the alcohol that began to drip down his chin.
"You're such a wimp." he said. He then continued to drink the alcohol.
I sighed, knowing nothing was going to get through to him.
"Well fine. If I'm going to stay here, where will I be sleeping?"
After downing the last sip in the bottle, he threw it to the garbage.
"On the floor. Or the couch. Whatever you fancy, little girl.'
I glared at him.
"God knows what's gone on on that couch. Like hell I'm sleeping on it. You don't have an extra bed or anything like that? I thought you had roommates or something like that…"
He leaned against the kitchen doorframe.
"Those were some pals of mine, not roommates."
I turned to him quizzically.
"Are they…part of the gang you're in?"
He rolled his eyes.
"You in-towners and your labels. But yeah, I guess you can say that."
"And that Aizen guy…he's the gang leader?"
He slightly nodded.
"Are you going to get in trouble because of me?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Like I give a shit. He's done nothing for me."
He stretched his arms and I watched as his muscles tensed.
"…but if you're really going to be a baby about it, you can always share my bed with me." He said while smirking.
I gagged in disgust.
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'll take the floor. Who knows what trash you've brought in there."
He glared at me for a minute.
He was going to say something, but it just came out slurred.
Finally, the alcohol was taking its effect.
Maybe he'll leave me alone now…
Without another word, he walked into what was his room, and shut the door behind him.
I sighed and stared at the large shirt he gave me to wear.
He's an asshole…
But I gotta admit. He can be nice when he wants to…I guess.
I changed out of my clothes quickly and put the large shirt on.
I then walked over to the couch, found a blanket and pillow, and laid down on the cold floor.
"Let's see if I'll be able to get any sleep tonight…"