Yuki's POV-
…why does it feel like somebody is staring at me…
I yawned softly and rubbed my eyes.
"Oi, so you're finally up?" I heard.
I turned over to see Grimmjow. He was wearing a simple blue shirt with some skinny jeans and converse.
I also noticed he was drinking…again.
"Isn't it a little too early for that?" I asked, while stretching my arms.
He shrugged, and chugged the rest of his beer can.
"It's almost three, so it's not too early."
Wait…did he just say three?
I grabbed my phone from under the pillow and looked at the time.
2:57
Shit!
I sighed, and got up.
I had noticed that Grimmjow was looking me up and down with his eyes, not hiding it at all.
"What? Never seen a girl before?"
He smirked and put his hands in his pockets.
"Nah, I was just thinking you look pretty good in my shirt. You've got a nice body."
…wha…
I looked down and realized I was wearing his shirt, and a button-up one at that.
I pulled it down some and blushed.
"S-Shut up." I managed to say.
He smirked again, and walked over to the kitchen.
"So, you hungry?" he asked, while shuffling through the fridge.
I managed to find my pants and pull them on quickly.
"Not if miller lite is on the menu." I hissed to him.
I patted my hair down and grabbed my phone again.
I didn't have any texts; Ume probably hadn't woken up herself, and my brother and parents were used to me not coming home at night because of all my late-night study sessions.
Which, was more me doing Ume's homework.
I walked over to Grimmjow, hands on my waist.
"So, are we going to do that project now?"
He half turned to me, half kept his attention on what was inside the fridge.
"You're still going on about that?"
I sighed, and pinched my brow together.
"Yes, Grimmjow. It's a project, and we have to do it. What, you never do your homework or something?"
He shrugged.
"Not really."
I rolled my eyes.
"Of course…"
He continued rummaging through his fridge until he found something that looked like a sandwich, except gross and old.
I twitched my nose and turned my attention on the kitchen.
I hadn't really gotten a good look at the place, but it was pretty dirty. You could totally tell a teenage boy had lived here.
"Hey, so where's your parents?" I asked, out of the blue.
I bit my tongue.
Why'd you ask that, dummy?
He paused, and then threw the rest of his sandwich out.
All of a sudden, his aura changed.
"That's none of your goddamn business." He jeered at me.
I nodded slowly, and backed up.
"R-Right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask…"
He glared at me for a moment longer, and then his usual bored expression appeared on his face.
"Why are you still here?" he said, while coming closer to me.
"You know why I'm still here! We have to do the project and-"
He was very close to me now.
I backed up some, but found myself hitting a wall.
I gulped down nervously.
"…it's part of our final grade and if we don't do it…" I started.
I couldn't continue because my breath got stuck halfway in my throat.
I could feel Grimmjows breath on my face now as he lowered himself to my eye level.
"You keep saying that, but are you sure it's not for another reason?" he asked me smoothly.
I shook my head nervously.
"O-Of c-course not!" I yelled at him.
He put his right hand on the wall next to my face, causing us to come even closer.
"Are you sure it wasn't for something else? You wouldn't be the first. You play hard to get a little longer than the others though." He whispered in my ear.
I gasped softly.
"What do you mean…" I whispered just over sound level.
He chuckled a bit, and suddenly I felt his hand run up my inner thigh.
"Oh, I don't know…" he started.
I was petrified; I didn't know what to do.
His hand slowly kept rising on my inner thigh.
"Grimmjow…" I whimpered.
"Hm? What?" he asked me, stopping for a moment.
My heart was racing, and I could feel my face glow red.
"Stop. Stop it." I said.
I raised my head up to his so I could see his eyes.
For a moment, he didn't do anything.
I looked to the side, unsure of what to do.
He chuckled lightly, and pulled away.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" he asked.
My eyes widened.
"That…That's not the point…" I began.
He crossed his arms.
"Oh? Tell me."
I suddenly felt so uncomfortable. I felt like I was standing in front of him naked. He could see my every flaw.
"You know that's not why I came here." I said, looking up at him.
He arched his brow.
"How am I to know? I don't know you."
I suddenly felt angry, and I glared at him, balling my fists.
"That's right. You don't. So don't assume I'm one of your trashy little whores that you bring back from school or wherever the fuck you get them, I don't really care. I came here to work on this damn project with you. That's all. But now, I don't even want to do that. Congratulations, I'll leave you the hell alone." I said sourly.
I quickly walked over to the floor that I slept on, and picked up the rest of my belongings.
It wasn't too long after that that I was running out the door.