Grimmjow was eyeing me carefully as I entered the room, I stared back, winking when I knew no one was looking at us too closely. The vein in his forehead bulged as he tried to keep the scowl off his face. He was never going to forget who i was again.
"Miss Shiba, I need to speak with you after class," he said, quickly turning his attention back to the entire class, it looked like he was trying to focus on anything but me. I had to cough just to hide my laughter at his childlike behaviour. I just nodded in response, pulling out the paper he assigned the class yesterday. I had finished it last night. Something like this was child's play.
"Everyone is to work on the paper I handed out yesterday, I'll be here if you need anything. Laptops are in the back room," he said, not even getting up from his desk to address the class, to be honest he looked tired. I so hoped I was the reason behind that. As classmates milled to the back of the room to collect what they needed, I stood heading towards the teachers desk, paper in hand and a smile on my face.
"Yes Miss Shiba?" he asked, refusing to look up at me, trying to focus on his paper's.
"Please call me Ichigo, after what we did yesterday I feel like we should be on a first name basis," I said, keeping my voice low so no one else could hear me.
"If you have nothing you wish to discuss with me Miss Shiba," he growled, really emphasising my last name, "Then I suggest you sit back down and work on that paper, like the good girl you are." I just continued to smile at him, handing over my paper on the fall of imperial Russia.
"Next time you might want to assign something more challenging," I suggested, heading back to my desk, retrieving my english work to finish. I could feel his stare as I read over the english questions, easily answering the first half of them. Unfortunately the english teacher had picked a book i wasn't at all familiar with and now I had to put forth some sort of effort for it. I bit the tip of my tongue as i dug through my bag for the book, preparing to lose myself in the literature. I hadn't even heard the bell ring, it was only when the book was plucked from my hands that I even noticed the classroom was empty.
"I see Yor's brought out Jules Verne again, what's your favourite work?" he asked, placing the closed book back in my hands. I set it down next to the finished questions as i answered, "I'm actually not familiar with his works, 20,000 leagues under the seas is the only one i've read so far. It bothers me that I managed to miss out on such brilliant tales for so long. But then again discussing Verne isn't why I'm here is it?" I asked, moving to sit on the edge of his desk. In return Grimmjow sat down on mine, looking up at me.
"Of course it ain't, I wish it was the reason but yer not at all whatcha act like in class and now I have to waste my time dealing with ya," he grumbled, dropping his teacher voice. While his tone was still deep and smooth, the rough way he spoke made me tingle. I wanted to know how he sounded when aroused. No. I needed to know.
"Seems like I'm not the only one hiding behind a mask now am I Grimmjow?" I asked, pushing away from his desk. He just shrugged, trying to keep a blank face as I sat on his lap.
"Most teachers act like adults in the classroom, I'd be fired if anyone knew I spoke ta ya like this. Hell I'd be fired if anyone saw us like this. Now get off me!" he growled, grabbing me by the hips and pushing me off his lap. I let him. He stormed off, sitting at his desk. Distancing himself from me really wasn't going to help him at all.
"Most teachers are old dried up pieces of shit that have one foot in the grave," I commented, walking back to his desk. Grimmjow eyed me wearily with each step, still scowling while i couldn't help the smile on my face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Ichigo?" he asked, looking a little horrified by my words. I shrugged, stepping closer to him.
"Forced perfectionism," I said. I truely did thrive for an imperfect life, messing with people like this was one of the few things that brought me any real joy. Though Grimmjows' reactions were different, I didn't want the fun to end.
I wanted to destroy his life.
I wanted to see him destroy his own life through my hand.
He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, groaning softly. It seemed like he was in the same boat that i was. How amusing. I wanted to see it sink. I grabbed his tie now that i was in front of him, pulling him closer to me.
"Why don't you drown with me?" i asked, kissing him. Surprisingly he responded but only for a second. He pushed me away once more, the scowl back on his face as his brow twitched in what i hoped was anger. "It was only a kiss Grimmjow," I teased, sitting on his desk. That made his brow twitch even more.
"How the hell can ya be such a fucking devil when yer a total angel in class? Is there something wrong with ya brain?" I just shrugged again.
There probably was.
"Maybe my harsh and strict home life has warped me beyond repair or maybe the death of my mother broke me, pretty sure I was born like this though." his jaw went slack at my words, I had never seen someone's expression change so fast.
"Do you want to try and fix me?" I asked, whispering in his ear, "maybe I just need to be punished. I am lacking a strong male presence in my life." Grimmjow stood, towering over me. Smirking he placed a hand on my chest, stepping forward and forcing me backwards. I had no choice but to step backwards.
He was very dominating.
It was exciting.
Before long my back was against the wall but Grimmjow didn't stop till there was almost no space between us. I shivered as his hand trailed up from my chest to my chin, forcing me to look up at him. Grimmjow closed the gap between us. I gasped. He moved in closer, our noses just touching. It seemed like he was going to kiss me when he replied, "I'm not gonna help ya ruin my reputation as a teacher. This is all yer getting from me so enjoy it." I narrowed my eyes, growling at him. He was playing me. I didn't much like that. Grimmjow stepped back, collapsing into his desk chair again, looking tired. I pouted, crossing my arms and turning my nose up at him in annoyance. "I dislike being played with," I hissed, well more like whined, Grimmjow chuckled at my response. "Ya aren't the only twisted person in this world Ichi, I just know how to control myself better." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him, I stormed over to the first row of desks and sat down thinking about how I could get back at him.
How i could make him feel like he was losing control.
"Grimmjow, do you prefer long or short hair?" i asked, standing up and leaning over his desk as i looked him square in the eyes.
"What?" he asked confused, his mind seemed to be elsewhere before i spoke.
"I said do you prefer long or short hair?" i said, speaking a little louder and a little slower for him, pushing away from his desk as he stared at me questioningly.
"Long I guess, why?" I just smiled at him as I gathered my belongings.
"I see," i murmured walking right up to him, kissing him quickly before making my way to the door. He grabbed my wrist just as i gripped the door knob stopping me. I looked back at him wondering what he wanted.
"This needs to stop Ichigo, I will not continue playing these games with you," he hissed, letting me go. I just smiled wider as i opened the door.
"But it is so much fun," I said, giggling as I darted through the open door, almost skipping as i walked away.
"TWO WEEKS DETENTION MISS SHIBA!" He shouted at my retreating back.

This was going to be fun.