Star Within My Reach.

Disclaimer: No owney anything that seems to already be owned.

Warnings: Really nothing in this chapter.

A/N: Right, so after realising that I don't update as fast as I usually should, I spoke with my beta (Gabi) and she suggested I do things in smaller bursts, because I was trying to make each chapter 15 - 20 pages long and didn't have enough story to tell within those pages. So I'm going to try write a min of 5 - 6 pages each chapter and will try get them out every 2 weeks or so. Lets see how this goes, sorry for the delay ^^;

Chapter Two

By the time Sunday had passed uneventfully, unless you call eating and reblogging countless Soul Society fan arts eventful, I soon found myself waking up on time and trudging into my uniform, glaring at my hair and willing it to behave itself.

A slice of toast, my bag and a cellphone later I was out the door and on my way to the lobby door. As I said before, the lobby isn't that great. It's a huge monochrome room that's dull and bare at all times. There aren't even flowers; I think it's actually an unspoken rule here, no colour. However this morning I noticed Cirucci sitting at her reception desk fawning over a bunch of low cut daisies set on the counter top.

She must have slept with another producer, I thought to myself.

Cirucci was constantly being yelled at for breaking the wordless rule, but loved sex and flowers so much that there were often flowers on the reception desk addressed to her thanking her for the night before. These flowers, I noticed as I got closer and closer to the desk, were arranged playfully and as though you were viewing a chunk of land that had been cut out of the wild country side. The basket had intricate patterns and was woven with ribbon of a pale yellow colour. It truly was a beautiful basket of flowers and clearly reeked money.

"So who'd you sleep with to get those?" I asked, setting my elbows down on the reception desk left of the daisies.

"Excuse me?" her feathers clearly ruffled, Cirucci straightened up in defence, her eyes going sharp, her lips going thin. I'm sure a neutral expression was evident on my face as I wasn't afraid of this slutty PA. This seemed to anger her more.

"How dare you! I worked really hard every day and what little time I have to myself I spend trying to find someone who will love me for who I am and make me happy, but you men, you're all pigs! You sleep with a girl and then send her on her merry way and only when you want sex again do you send flowers and credit cards." She spat out at me very accusingly. The entire conversation would have given someone on the outside the wrong idea about the relationship Cirucci and I have.

"It seems to work" I smirked, nudging the basket of daisies towards her with my elbow. If she had a whip she'd be strangling me over the table with it right about now, her purple hair seemed to be actually frizzing, she was so angry.

"You horrid bitch! These flowers aren't mine. I was watering them and taking care of them because God knows you won't."

I blinked. "Why would I have to look after them?"

"Why else doofus? They're yours. Some boyfriend of yours dropped them off earlier this morning." She shook her head.

Another blink later. "What?"

"Oh for fucks sake…" Cirucci seemed to be massaging a headache from her temples before picking up the basket of daisies and dropping them between my elbows. "Just…go away."

Numbly moving away from the reception desk with the basket held awkwardly out in front of me, I walked back to the elevator and stood in silence until I reach my floor and was back in my room. Setting the flowers on the kitchen countertop. Again, just pointing out that these are gorgeous flowers it's just, I'm not really a flowers guy (well I am now, I get why girls like this stuff, my stomach is all fluttery) and I don't know exactly who sent them. As we may have established I am recently kissed and single. Orihime may have sent them as an apology for our fight over the phone on Saturday night, I mean the colours on the basket woven bit thingy and ribbon are right up her alley but Orihime has never sent me flowers before and Cirucci said 'boyfriend'.

I don't want to get ahead of myself but the only person who would send me flowers right now had to be the Hunk from Saturday, but honestly, thinking about it, it's a little ambiguous. I mean some random guy two streets down from a coffee shop kisses the living daylight outta me for handing him a ring and now he's sending me flowers? 1. How did he get my address and 2. I'm pretty sure my imitation of an open mouthed blow up doll didn't blow him away (pardon the pun.) Then again the situation does sound a little like a marriage proposal if somewhat demented. But who kisses you and sends you flowers 2 days later if they aren't a little interested? I think its all wrong anyways, just because he had a rockin' bod and a fancy car doesn't mean he has the best of personalities or even an attractive face, with that beanie and those glasses he clearly was hiding something. So Hunk is out of the equation…which is good. I'd be worried (Not oddly flattered) if he found out where I lived. Cause that's creepy and stalker-ish, right? Right. Besides, the way his body was built he was probably compensating for something.

Deciding to forget it for now, I made my way (now late for school) back down to the lobby.

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Oh who am I kidding, I can't let this go! It's just so weird to suddenly receive flowers out of the blue.

With my mind racing a mile a minute I didn't hear Cirucci calling me until there was the back end of a black stapler whacking me on the side of my head. Scowling as I turned to face her I saw Cirucci trying to act all innocent when her actual facial expression was like she was disappointed she didn't kill me.

"What?" I asked with tried patience.

"You left this." He said all too happy at my now pissed off mood. She held out a note that looked like an off-white colour. I walked (read: stomped) over to her and all but ripped the paper out from her hands.

"Where'd you meet him?" was the next annoying thing to leave that mouth.

"Who?" I asked. Clearly my mouth realised things faster than my brain because after those words left my mouth everything clicked into place.

Of course - Cirucci! She would know because she SAW HIM! And maybe even all of him, well not all of him, I mean she is a whore but I'd like to think that the kind of guy who would send me flowers isn't open to all foods if you get my double meaning. I mean you get cheap and then you get Cirucci. What I'm trying to say is that she is a skan- oh you got the point in the beginning.

But yes! Cirucci would know, although right now she seemed to be rolling her eyes over me not answering her question and dragging out the answer.

"Your boyfriend, the hunk with six packs and punk looks."

Punk? I don't remember Hunk being punk, I mean unless punks wear blazers and Italian shoes now, then yea he's punk.

"He's not all that punk." I replied, hoping to get more.

Cirucci seemed caught between slapping sarcasm around the room and just outright laughing.

"Are we talking about the same person? Or are you talking about another guy? Gee and you call me a slut, at least I remember what my boyfriends looked like." Cirucci said, now viewing her nails.

Shrugging the insult off because I knew there's no ways in hell I'd ever be like that I pressed on.

"Talk hair colour"

"Oh wow, he had sky blue hair, and eyes to match! It was like finding the perfect purse to your shoes, and tall, he was so tall I was almost dizzy…" Cirucci said, stopping her nail management and dreamily sighing.

"Hey, if he gets tired of you, which he will," she said haughtily "give him my number, I wouldn't mind a few flowers like that every now and again."

I was barely listening. There was only one person that I knew of who had blue hair, and I didn't even know him properly. I mean we were worlds apart. It was almost like the cliché nerd gets together with jock, but now the gay version on Blu-ray.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Shivers ran down my spine. There was no way.

"What's with you? Brain finally give out?" Cirucci's voice brought me out of my stupor, I muttered a "Trash" in her direction and then made my way to school.

It didn't take long to get to school and soon I was pretending to listen to my home room teacher shout at me for being 18 minutes late for classes. Doing the necessary "yes sir" and "I'm sorry" as well as "It won't happen again sir" before I was sitting in my chair and stuck in a deep thought.

The only thing I was trying to figure out instead of the stupid geometry question set on the board was how Grimmjow knew me. Never mind knowing where I live. I was wracking my brain for any sort of confrontation which may have led to this attraction he seemingly has towards me, I was quite out of it until ginger hair flowed into my view.

Looking up I see Orihime glancing at me and then flick her hair. A tactic she has learnt to use in class to get my attention. Because all I wanted to do was play with those strands. Her grey eyes caught mine and she sent a quizzical look.

Checking that the teachers back was turned, a scribble on a piece of paper I'm sure was supposed to remain in my maths book was sent over to Orihime stating that I had received flowers this morning.

Her face was shocked and then she was scribbling furiously back, her little pink tongue sticking out a little and she wrote.

What do you mean flowers?

I gave her a pointed look as if to say "Really." But she moved her hand in circles to motion for me to go into detail.

Daisies, if you must know. In a basket, really pretty. But the thing is. Cirucci said Grimmjow sent them.

Tossing the letter to her and then faking a yawn when the teacher turned and saw my outstretched hand, I didn't have time to see Orihime's reaction before the paper was bouncing off my desk and on the floor a little stretch away. Growling as I bent to pick it up I quickly unscrambled the paper and read:

Who's Cirucci again?

Trust Orihime to miss the actual plot twist and go for the receptionist's name.

Reception lady, purple hair, loose vagina.

I heard a small "ooooh…" from Orihime's side when the paper was back in her hands.

So what are you going to do?

No clue, never spoken to the guy before and I have no clue why he'd send me flowers.

Maybe he got confused.

That's what most of us say in the beginning.

Not what I meant, being gay is fine, it's just maybe a girl he met a few nights ago gave him your address instead of hers.

Are you confessing to something 'cause you know you're the only girl who knows where I live.

You know other girls.

Name three.

Not fair.

+1 Point Ulquiorra.

You're avoiding the main question. Are you going to talk to him?

Why would I?

ULQUI! He sent you flowers, obviously he cares for you.

Or he's bi-curious and is a user.

Users don't buy flowers

Cirucci.

Who?

Oh never mind.

Talk to him or you're going to end up making up stories in coffee shops again this weekend instead of doing the real thing.

It happened, deal with it.

The paper didn't come back after that which is good because I was running out of space to write and excuses to not talk to Grimmjow. Yeah he's hot, but he's huge as well. If Cirucci was wrong and I went up to one of the schools biggest sports stars and accused him of being gay, my life would be over. Literally. He would kill me. And then probably get a medal from the school for doing it in record breaking time.

But then again, as usual, Orihime had a point. If it was Grimmjow the only way I was going to find out is if I spoke to him. Also if he sent the flowers and I didn't say anything it would be worse than a rejection and I might actually hurt the brutes feelings (god forbid).

Sighing in defeat I saw Orihime look over again and I nodded at my fate. She smiled encouragingly and I knew she wouldn't let me do this stupid, STUPID thing alone.

A/N: I had a huge brain fart when writing this chapter and have a feeling that if I play my cards just right, there might be a saucy scene in the next 2 chapters ;) Stay tuned

I really hoped you enjoyed, reviews are most welcome.