WestSide Story From Hell

Chapter 5

I've read books, lots of them. I admit, I enjoy reading clichés. I mean, here I am; jumping out of a tree into the arms of a guy who promised to catch me. Maybe if it wasn't around 1 in the morning, I wouldv'e had my head on straight. But it wasn't, and I forgot two things my elementary school days taught me.

1. Fairytales don't come true.
2. The clichés that happen in books, never happen outside of them.

I was falling, and falling fast; and in the name the science of Newton's law, if an object is in motion, it will stay in motion unless stopped by an outside force, was working.

I was having a few twigs slap me causing white scratches to appear on my already pale skin that wasn't covered. Meanwhile, some leaves were trying to get into my mouth. I could feel the wrath of nature, even my hair started hating me. Taking it's time for each strand to whip me in the face. The closer I got to the ground, the more fear decided to grow in my veins; making it hard to see, hard to breathe, and making my heart feel queasy. I started to curl up, as a reflex, but at the same time knowing it would make it harder for him to catch me.

I closed my eyes, deciding I didn't like how they stung when they were opened. I was expecting long, cold hands to catch me and set me to my feet. Instead, I felt someone on my right, place their hand under my bicep and pull me towards them; then placing their other arm under both of my knees. I went down a little because the pull of gravity still expected me to drop.

Opening my eyes, I realized that Starkk had caught me, and Ulquiorra was slowly pulling back his hands from when he was trying to catch me.

"You don't know how to treat a girl. As lazy as I am, and no matter how much I just wanna go home, you must realize this. You don't catch a girl like that; you'll break your arms and drop her for sure. You guide her towards you, and be careful about it." Starkk said exasperated.

"How would you know this?" Grimmjow sneered walking back towards us.

"Because I live with Lilynette, and she's a girl, isn't she?" Starkk said under his breath while putting me down. They continued talking amongst themselves, and I took a few steps back so I was standing by Ulquiorra. They were all familiar faces, but I trusted Ulquiorra more than I did them. Starkk had knowledge of the females, and knew how I was going to act most of the time. Sadly enough, he probably learned that because Lilynette can be slightly bipolar sometimes, so he would've seen different sides to a girl. While Grimmjow would most definitely beat me to death. Literally. Although Ulquiorra had both those traits, he didn't seem to show them off like they did.

Watching as they bickered (They, mostly meaning Grimmjow), I turned my attention to Ulquiorra. He was watching both of us, his eyes flickering between me and my movements, and them to see how far they would go with this argument.

"How long…do you suppose they'll last?" I asked him, watching in awe about how calm Starrk was being while Grimmjow was trying to keep his feet on the ground.

"A while unless Starrk decides to walk away," he replied putting all his attention back on me. I watched as his eyes scaled my body, watching how his eyes dilated slightly at every bruise and scratch.

"Worried?" I asked innocently, "Or am I just too irresistible?" Oh…the harmful damage caused by being up this late brings to the parts of our brain that monitors our mouth. Trying to think nothing of it, I felt my cheeks become warm as he bore his eyes into mine and raised his eyebrow. "Oops?" I mumbled shrugging.

"Oops is right." He said, raising his chin a little, showing authority, "Now, I must say, how did that thought ever come across your mind?" He asked, having a teasing tone weaving into his words. Grabbing my upper arm, he pulled me passed the bickering couplet, and back to his car.

"I….I…uh..," I stuttered, feeling my cheeks redden. Here I was, in the middle of the forest, halfway to his car, flirting with him! Wait…no…I wasn't flirting, I mean….."Gosh Orihime! Don't you know it takes two to flirt?" I hissed to myself, cupping my red cheeks with my available hand.

"Why, yes, I'm pretty sure it does takes two to flirt." Ulquiorra replied, picking up his pace a little.

By the time we were out of the forest, my face was flushed and I was stuttering and stumbling everywhere. He looked back at me with the sides of his mouth quirked up. Slightly frustrated, I smacked his arm. Withdrawling my hand back, he rose his, and grabbed my wrist. Now having both my arm and my hand, he tugged me closer.

"Don't." He growled.

"What?" I asked, wanting to take a step back from his tone.

"You're afraid to like me," he paused, staring at me, "If you want to touch me, then touch me. Don't hide behind those little girl slaps." I felt the little butterflies flutter at the pit of my stomach, and I felt the little itch in the back of my mind, telling me I've heard that before. Replaying his words in my head, it dawned on me.

"Don't go reciting Cryer's Cross on me!" I snapped at him. Partly because he was plagiarizing my newest reading obsession, and partly because I actually fell for it.

"What can I say? Lisa McMann's works are fascinating." He replied, dropping my hand, and looking at me. The butterfly feeling turns into raging daggers when I saw his eyes. He still had the teasing twinkle, but he also seemed hurt. I felt like tons of weight had been dropped on my shoulders, having my guilt suffocating me.

The rest of the way back to the car was cold, silent, and awkward.

I stared out the window, watching all the lights from restaurants flicker on as the shimmer of the morning sun rose in the distance. It seemed pretty obvious that I wasn't going to be able to go to sleep tonight. Turning my head, I watched Ulquiorra. He seemed stiff; he held the steering wheel tightly, making his knuckles white. His eyes had dark-bluish bags and were droopy. I continued watching him, him and his movements; then he flickered his gaze at me. Looking back to the road, he licked his lips.

"You know, there's a difference from people watching to just flat out staring." He pointed out.

"And the difference is that people watching isn't all that flattering compared to staring." I replied. He shook his head, making his hair fall in a messy pattern, and let out a breath.

"When," he paused, looking in the rearview mirror, "we get there, don't try to provoke anybody. Gin wanted to talk to you, seeing as you're like us, and you're partly the reason we haven't gotten any good hits on the Shinigami."

I turned my head facing the window again. Maybe this really was a big matter, it wasn't just a little thing. Oh Gosh, I wish Nel was here. She knew everyone else's feelings better than they knew themselves. Should I be worried? Scared? Terrified?

"So, how's this going to go?" I asked. I wanted to know what was going to take place. All I knew is that Gin wanted to talk to me and that could mean a lot of things.

My eyes found their way back over to him; he shifted uncomfortably, but not so noticeably.

"It'll just be you and him. He just wants to talk." I sighed; everyone just wants a piece of me today, huh?

He pulled into the apartment buildings named Huenco Mundo. We were just a little outside of town and the apartments looked worn out and dirty. Chips of bricks were missing on the side of the building, and it was quiet. Nothing moved at all.

I gave him a glance before I pulled the car door open. I looked around; the only building with lights on was the lobby. Everyone else seemed to be asleep, thankfully. As I closed the door, I looked back towards the road. Two sets of headlights were speeding down the road, the one in front seemed to be getting faster and faster by the second while the other one was slowly decreasing in speed.

"Come on." Ulquiorra said, as he walked around the car, grabbing my elbow, and pulled me towards the lobby. I paid attention to my surroundings, with all the buildings chipped and weary looking, I was surprised to see how smooth the pavement was. It looked like it was just newly paved a few months back.

He went up to the door, and put a steady hand on the handle. He tilted his head back, and took a deep breath. Turning around, he looked at me. Really looked at me.

"Ready?" He asked under his breath. I was here in the middle of these apartments, being pulled along by an Espada, and he was asking me if I was okay? I was chased into a tree; Grimmjow broke into my apartment; I was cornered in the library and I had to hide under a table; AND IT'S LIKE 2 IN THE MORNING!

"N-" I opened my mouth to speak only to be interrupted.

"Too late." He whispered before he opened the door.

DUN! DUN! DUUUUUN!

What will happen now? Will it turn out cliche or something mind-blowning?

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Chapter Three has so many reviews and then Chapter Four : Four reviews. One chapter so ego-boosting and the other so deflating. Hehe ^^

I thank all who have favorited and alerted this story. I would probably mention your pen names, but there is...a whole bunch of you.

And to those who have reviewed, I thank you even more so:

nicholee33 : Yes! Ulquihime is meant to be! I've watched the japanese version and so when...Ulquiorra (SPOILER ALERT IF YOU DONT KNOW) died, I literally replayed the scene and cried. Then my dad came in the next day and replayed it again.

splitheart1120 : Your reviews are so...they make you think. Every time I read your review, I'm literally stumped. I don't know how to respond. x) But yes, I guess she could've heal herself if I had let her pummel to the ground.

yashi14 : I agree. WHY DID I STOP? And you're right, something big is going to occur and nobody knows when or how it will happen. Except for my neighbor. She knows all.

the pink stripes : I'm glad you find it funny, I was starting to get worried that this story was getting really tense-like. I'm also really relieved that you didn't find anything twilight-y about the last chapter.

Goodnight, my fellow mid-night readers, for I have a geometry test tomorrow. :D