Yuki's POV Monday morning-

"…and Uryu acknowledge me! He actually CARED about what I had to say!" Yelled Ume cheerfully.

I smiled.

"That's great, Ume!"

She nodded and quickly glanced over to Mr. Ukitake on the other side of the classroom. He smiled up at me.

It was quite the doozy explaining to him why I just off and ran last Friday. Nonetheless, he accepted my apology and everything was A'OK.

"I know, right?! I think…I think I might actually like him again!" She said, blushing.

I laughed.

"Maybe it was meant to be!"

She starred at me with her big eyes.

"You think so?"

I rolled my eyes.

She could be such a hopeless romantic sometimes.

"Yeah, maybe!"

She sighed happily, and then turned her attention back to her work.

Eventually, she moved over to where Uryu was sitting.

So did everyone else eventually.

It was the middle of English, and everyone was working with their partners.

Everyone but me, that is.

I looked over to the usual corner that Grimmjow sat in, except he wasn't there.

I pierced my brow, angry.

Good riddance. I'll get a better grade without him anyways.

I looked down at my work.

Midsummers Night Dream by Shakespeare was what I had decided to do my project on.

For the rest of the period, I worked in silence.

Next thing I know, I feel someone poke at my shoulder.

"Hey, Yuki!"

I looked up to see Ume.

"Class ended. It's time for gym now." She smiled cheerfully.

I nodded, and put my work away.

In the process, I knocked my phone over.

I grabbed it and thought for a moment.

If I thought explaining to Mr. Ukitake what happened, it wasn't nearly as hard as telling Ume.

I skipped the whole spending the night, sexual encounter stuff from him, but not from Ume.

I put my phone in my pocket, and followed Ume to the Fieldhouse.

"Today, we are playing dodgeball!" Coach Kenpachi yelled loudly. He held a malicious smirk on his face.

"Oh great! What if I get hit in the face? You know how easily I bruise, Yuki!"

I rolled my eyes, and tugged my dark blue short down.

"Just stay behind me then."

She smiled and jumped.

I looked around.

We had a pretty good team: It was Ume, Ichigo, Uryu, Tatsuki, Mitzuro and a couple other kids. The biggest challenge for the other team was Chad. He had never been hit out in dodgeball before, not even by Ichigo.

"Oh my mark!" Yelled Kenpachi.

Everyone took their stances, and we watched each other like snakes.

Suddenly, a whistle blew.

Next thing I know, we are all running to the center trying to get our hands on any balls that were left.

Ichigo was the first one to throw, like always. He managed to hit Keigo straight in the face, who marched off in pain.

Tatsuki eventually hit Orihime, who didn't seem saddened to be out at all. It just gave her the chance to cheer both teams on.

I rolled the ball I had around my hands.

Who should I hit…

I had looked up to see that Chad was destroying our team; Mitzuro and Tatsuki where taken out almost at the same time, and Ichigo was barely able to dodge another throw by him.

I heard a whimper behind me to see a quivering Ume.

"Hey, it'll be alright. I won't let you get hit."

She nodded, and stay behind me.

I moved forward, and she followed.

Tensing my muscles, I was ready to make a throw.

Most people wouldn't have known, but I was actually quite the athlete. I was especially good at shotput; played for years.

I noticed that Chad was quite busy with Ichigo. I took it as my chance to hit him in the back.

Ichigo must have noticed what I was doing, because he gave me a slight signal. I nodded back to him, and as quick as I could, I ran as close to the lines as possible and whipped the ball forward.

Everyone watched as it flew over to Chad.

In the last second though, he managed to dodge it.

Not long after, he dodged Ichigo's too.

All of a sudden, everyone saw a ball hit Chad's lower calf.

The Gym went silent.

"What the…" I turned around to see Ume with a look of triumph on her face.

"Ume, was that you?"

She nodded.

All of a sudden, everyone in the gym cheered and ran over to Ume. Even Chad came over to congratulate her.

Not too long after, we were back in the locker rooms changing into our regular clothes.

"I still can't believe it! That was crazy!" Tatsuki yelled, while patting Ume's shoulder.

She blushed some.

"Thanks!"

We all laughed, and walked out of the locker room, and on to our next classes.

Yuki's POV-

I stretched my arms and yawned.

Today felt like a LONG day.

And thank GOODNESS it was finally Friday again. I needed a break from all the work in class by myself. That ass didn't show up all week…

I threw my bag on my bed, and slumped into my desk chair.

After a while, I managed to get the energy to do some homework so I'd be able to relax this weekend.

"Already that late, huh?" I said softly, while looking at my clock.

It was almost 11, and I had been studying since I came home from classes.

I shut my book and fell to my bed.

Time for a well- deserved nap…

My nap was cut short, though. All thanks to my phone.

I swear, Ume is going to hear a mouthful…

I looked at the caller i.d., but it wasn't Ume. Actually, I didn't have any idea who it could have been because I didn't have that number saved to my phone.

I shrugged my shoulders, and threw the phone to the end of my bed. Eventually, it stopped ringing.

Telemarketers, I swear…

I had begun to fall into a deep slumber, when AGAIN, my phone goes off.

Angry, I grabbed my phone.

"Ok, whoever this is, stop calling me! It's late!"

Just as I was about to hang up, I heard a voice.

"Come outside."

I thought for a moment.

Where had I heard that voice before…?

It took a second to register, and I finally realized who it was.

"…Hey!" I started, but the call had already ended.

I sighed, rustling my hair.

"Should I really go see him?" I whispered to myself.

I got up and quietly made my way out of my room and downstairs. I faltered at the door for a moment, but just decided to get this over with.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a very familiar figure.

"I was hoping it wasn't you." I sighed, hands on my hips.

Grimmjow smirked.

"And why did you come to my place this late of night?"

He seemed to think for a moment.

"I decided that you were serious about the whole project thing."

I glared daggers at him.

"Of COURSE I was!"

His smirk grew wider, but he stayed silent.

"Is that all then?" I asked, arms folded.

He tapped his finger on his chin.

'Yeah, I guess. I assume you already have the project finished anyways."

Bastard…

"Fine then." I went to turn around and go back into my house, but Grimmjow grabbed my wrist.

"Actually, that wasn't all. I want you to come with me."

I twisted me head around to face him.

"Come with you?"

He pulled back a little, sensing the venom in my words.

"Yeah, I was going to take you to get some food."

I rolled my eyes.

"Cause that'll totally make up for everything you did last week."

He paused for a moment; a flicker of sincerity passed through his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

I looked to the side, thinking for a moment.

"You know what…that actually sounds like a good idea. It's the least you can do."

He looked a little surprised at my answer, but happy…if that's what his happy face looked like…nonetheless.

Grimmjow ended up taking me to this bar/restaurant on his side of town. It was pretty rough, but the people seemed nice enough. We ended up back in his house not too long after.

I looked around, nervous to be in this place again.

He chugged another can of something…I assumed it was alcohol like usual.

"So…" I started.

He stared at me, leaning on his bedroom doorframe.

"I'm going now." I finished.

I turned around and walked towards the door, but before I could make my way out, a hand grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the wall.

Not this again! I swear to god if he…

But he did something I wasn't expecting at all.

"…I like you…" he whispered.

My eyes widened and I felt my breath catch in my throat, unsure what to do.

His face moved in closer to mine, trying to close the gap between our lips.

I turned my head just in time, and glared at him from the corner of my eyes.

"You're drunk, Grimmjow. You should learn to keep your hands to yourself."

I tried to pull away from him but his grip was too strong.

"Yeah, I'm drunk. But I'm not lying." He stated.

"W-Why?" I said.

He looked at me questionably.

"Why what?"

"Why did you say you like me? This is like, the second time we've met. And you've been an asshole to me this whole damn time." I hissed.

He smirked at my words.

"That's why…"

I turned to him, facing him straight in the eye.

"What on earth are you talking about? What, do you take acid or something too?"

His grip tightened around my wrist.

"You're gutsy. You don't see that in a girl very often nowadays."

I didn't reply.

"You've stood up to me…"

His face was so close that I our noses were touching.

"…So I like you." He finished.

I was still so unsure what to say.

This idiot…this bastard…was telling me that he liked me.

And yet, for some reason, hearing that made me weak in the knees and made my stomach churn with nervousness.

"I want you to be my girl." He said smoothly.

What?

He wanted me to be his what?

His girl?

Somehow I was able to tug my hand free from his grip, and rubbed my sore wrist.

"Like hell. After what you did to me and how you acted? I don't think so."

I whipped my body around and went to grab the door knob, but I was cut short but him grabbing me at the waist. He was way too strong for me to get free, even if I had tried with all my might.

"I'll let you go if you do." He whispered in my ear.

I gasped when I felt his lips brush against the back of my neck.

"G-Grimmjow…!"

"Just say yes. That's all."

I shook my head quickly.

"Like hell!" I yelled, trying to get out of his grasp.

"How about a date then? One date, and I'll leave you alone."

I stopped wiggling and looked up to him defiantly.

"One date. ONE."

He smirked, and immediately let me go.

"Tomorrow then." He said, hands in his pockets. He smiled at me innocently like he had done nothing at all.

I shot him a glare, and stomped out the door.

What on earth have I gotten myself into?