Things would have gone alright if she didn't see him. Orihime walked in looking down at the floor and slowly looked up to see her classmate's faces. And there he was! Just sitting there with his same bright orange hair and deep brown eyes. He was different, though. The sweet smile was replaced with a hard scowl. Shock was evident on Inoue's face.

"I-Ichigo?" That's when she fell flat on her face. Shoot!

"Oh my gosh! Is she okay?" said a female voice.

"I don't know. Did she say Ichigo? You know her, dude?" went a boy's voice.

"I dunno, man. Maybe, she looked familiar," said a voice just above her. Orihime lifted her head and meet those deep brown eyes.

"Oi. You okay?"

"E-eh!" She turned red and jumped up. "Yeah! I'm fine! I fall all the time!" Inoue laughed and rubbed the back of her head. Ichigo's eyes widen and then his face softened a little. Only slightly.

"Yeah… at least you didn't get a cut this time,"

"You remember!" Inoue's face lit up.

"Well yeah. You're hard to forget. Uh I mean you have weird hair like m-," A small fist made contact with his face.

"Ichigo! You idiot!" A petite girl dark hair girl glared at him.

"What the hell, Rukia?" He yelled rubbing his chin. Rukia brushed the single strand of hair out of her face only to have to move right back into place.

"You don't talk to a lady like that," she said while kicking his stomach. Hime watched in shock.

"Um shouldn't we stop them?" she asked the other students.

"Tsk. They do that everyday," said a busty blond girl, who smiled at her. "I'm Rangiku by the way!"

Orihime smiled back. "I'm Inoue Orihime,"