After class, I was supposed to show Grell where the lockers were. We walked side by side down the hall. I kept silent and walked with my hands jammed into my pockets, trying to ignore the numerous jealous glances either of us was getting. I refused to look at Grell, but she didn't seem to be bothered by this. She simply continued to bombard me with a million questions that she followed up with her own answers. I'm actually kind of thankful she turned out to be sort of annoying. It made it easier to ignore her. But then she decided to pull up right in front of me while I was lost in thought. I accidentally walked straight into her and knocked her backwards into her locker and tripping myself as well. My instincts took over and I held my hands in front of me to catch my fall... Naturally, my hands landed on the thing in front of me... Which was Grell's chest. I heard and felt the crunch of tissue paper that was jammed in her undergarments. She blushed like mad and I couldn't blame her- how embarrassing.

Also, she was flat?

"BASSY! Stop groping me!" she screeched, suddenly looking P-I-S-S-E-D. Whoa... She has shark teeth.

"MICHAELIS! SUTCLIFF! What demoralising behaviour..."

I froze. Spears? Here? Now? SHIIIIIIIT.

"Detention. All week."

DOUBLE SHIT.

"Both of you."

Kill me now.

"But... But Uuuuuunnnncle! It was an accident! We tripped!" pouted Grell. She's cute when she pouts.

"No complaints. Tonight. My office."

Whoop-de-doo. Well, I'll just have to sneak out then. Although who knows what repercussions that'll have tomorrow... What a mess.

For the rest of the day, I was fairly unapproachable. I glared at everyone and everything and nobody wanted to be within three feet of me. Except Grell of course. Despite the fact that I am supposed to hate her, I really just can't. She's so bubbly and innocent and talkative, she just brightens things up for me. Definitely not my type, she would have to have a bit more personality beyond happiness and bubbles, but perhaps we could learn to be friends. So I let her unending stream of words, I'm not even sure if they are questions, comments, stories... they seem to be just words for the purpose of filling up the silence, soothe me for a while as I think of ways to get out of this mess. Of course, when she stopped I didn't notice until I walked straight into someone. And of course the someone was Ciel Phantomhive. A hideously annoying brat, although his soul smells particularly tasty.

"Watch where you are going, you incompetent oaf!"

"Yes, well sorry, 'My Lord'", I replied sarcastically. I made a mental note to contract with him at some point. That would be one less annoying brat and one more delicious dinner for me. Let a soul like THAT sauté in revenge and pain for awhile, which is a specialty of us demons, and you've got a full course meal better than anything any cook could make!

"Mind your manners. Did your parents grow up in the gutters?" sneered Ciel.

"Oh, you have NO idea," I snarled right back. Grell suddenly clung to my arm.

"Bassy, don't bother. He's not worth it. Just ignore him and pay attention to me!"

"And paying attention to you is going to be any more entertaining?" I expected my harsh words to deter her. Instead, she held her hands together and swayed from side to side in ecstasy.

"Oh Sebby~! So cold! So cold~!"

Okay. Unexpected reaction.

Ciel let a sly grin spread across his face, his half closed eyes tilted mockingly.

"Looks like you've got yourself a girlfriend, huh? How long will it be before you break her heart and move on to the next?"

"Shut up, Phantomhive. I'm not a whore!"

"Would Sabine and Felicity agree? I wonder."

"They seemed a lot more pleasant than they were. Besides, I never laid my hands on either of them."

And that was the truth. I hadn't. They were gross, unpleasant girls. They tried to make me watch horrible things, like My Little Pony. Let me tell you, Uncle Satan is HITTING himself for not thinking of such a torture first. And then they tried to tell me about evil things like cheerleading and healthy diets. Grell chose this moment to assert her own opinion. She leaned over to be at the boy's eye height.

"My Bassy would never ever cheat on me. Ever. Because we're soul mates."

She punctuated this by poking him hard in the chest with every syllable and glaring holes into his soul.

Mental note: Don't piss her off.

I think it's best not to contradict her right now. It's true- I wouldn't cheat on her. Mostly because I have no intention of going out with her, for a few obvious reasons like her family would kill me for being a demon and then my family would kill me for her being a shinigami. Whoa whoa whoa…

Hold the phone here. This story is starting to sound uncomfortably familiar.

Sorry this took so long. I haven't exactly been prolific, have I? I've had lots of work to do- expect me to become more active in about a month, when I FINALLY can finish everything ELSE I need to do. Blah. I'll finally finish all of my stories...

Your Red Goddess~

MadamGrellSutcliff