A heavy sigh left my lips as i paused in front of the classroom door, five minutes hadn't even passed since i had left said classroom. Hopefully none of my classmates were still there to see the mistake i had made. I knocked, briefly wondering if the teacher had already left for the day. When no one answered I pushed the door open, spying the text book i had left behind. If not for the homework we had just been assigned I wouldn't have even bothered with retrieving it. It wasn't until i was halfway across the room that the teacher or I even noticed each other.
"Uhh can I help you wth anything?" he asked, staring at me, looking mildly confused. I just stared back for a second, a little stunned by the fact he was wearing glasses. He didn't seem like he needed them during class.
"Sorry Sir, i didn't mean to intrude," I said, turning to fully face him.
"I was just going to collect the text book i left behind, I need it for the assignment," I offered up, gesturing to the lone book that sat in the middle of the room. He nodded, going back to his work and I sighed, walking towards it once more when he asked, "You are in my Year 12 history class right?" My feet came to a grinding halt as the words left his mouth. Eye twitching as I tried to restrain myself from snapping back but I had only so much tolerance for the idiots that frequented this school and the last of my sanity had been spent for the day. I pivoted harshly on my heel to face him, scowling at how stupid one human being could be.
"Of course I am, how could you not know who frequents your own fucking class Grimmjow," I hissed, snatching up my textbook and shoving it mindlessly into my bag. He jumped to his feet looking outraged by my language, maybe even mad at my use of his first name. I just rolled my eyes as i sauntered up to his desk, kicking it when i was within range, almost laughing as papers went flying in every direction. It seemed like the vein in his forehead was going to burst from how angry he was.
"Opps did i do that?" I asked, coyly. Within seconds my tie was in his grip and he had almost hauled me on to the desk by it.
"Who the fuck are ya?" he growled, sending chills of pleasure down my spine. A smile crossed my face as i leaned into him even further, kissing him before he could pull away. I stepped back, my tie slipping through slack fingers. A mocking laugh involuntarily escaping through my lips as i turned to leave.
"My name is Ichigo Shiba, please try to remember it for next time Sensei," I said over my shoulder, quickly fixing my tie and smoothing down my skirt before i left the classroom. Taking a deep breath i let my face relax, changing my smile to something more pleasant and more my 'image'. I greeted students softly as i passed by the few stragglers that had yet to go home, needing to stop by my locker before i too could leave. I straightened out my uniform once more, fixing the few imperfections as i walked the hall. It was a simple uniform, a white button up shirt with long sleeves in winter and short ones in the summer, a charcoal black pleated skirt, that ended below my knees, something the girls wore all year round. The look was finished with a black tie and a grey blazer, the school symbol embroidered on the pocket. My lapel also displayed the badges I had earned for my grades and my position on the student council. I was a model student here, my grades were the top of my year level, i was the student body president and brilliant at any sport i tried my hand at. Even my image was perfect, long orange hair and dreamy honey gold eyes surrounded by thick dark lashes, smooth skin that was tan in the summer and a creamy white in the winter. My skin was flawless, my nails perfect and I never had a hair out of place, my clothes never dared wrinkle on me. I was the picture of perfection at school and even a model child at home.
It was all so vile.
I wanted to kill myself.
This facade was all a lie to keep myself out of trouble for the time being. The porcelain mask i had oh so lovingly crafted was cracking and soon it would all fall to pieces. Then people would see the nightmare i was hiding behind it. Then i could be who i truely was. No one in my school life would believe that i was someone who drank. Someone who stole things just because they could. Someone who would start brawls, that was constantly in fights. Or even someone who fucked strangers for money. As far as everyone who i saw in the daylight knew i was an angel, a bright shinning example that people should strive for.
Today had just been an accident.
A slip up that would never happen again. I would make sure it would never happen again. I only had 10 more months of this nightmare and then i could be whoever i wanted to be. No one would be none the wiser. Except Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. But that would be our little secret.