One Month Later

A little over a month had passed between you and Grimmjow's last conversation. He held up to your words, never once speaking nor looking at your direction if it wasn't school related. Slowly but surely, you felt yourself coming back. The one who played sports, tried hard to excel in school. The girl who had a normal life was coming back. But meanwhile, you felt Grimmjow slipping away. You heard stories constantly that he was beginning to party and go out more. And almost every night he was seen with a different women.

When you had asked for distance between the two of you, you didn't mean for Grimmjow to stop trying. Well, in a sense you did but you didn't want him to give up his feelings or pretend they weren't there. Which he was doing with all the excessive drinking and plentiful sex.

Each of you were living and changing your lives by the day. Grimmjow had forgotten about you and you had decided to take the next step and move on. Plus, who says that Grimmjow was the only man you were allowed to be with. It was time you had let Ichigo have a chance to your heart. As cheesy as it may sound.

Grimmjow was a big case to handle and so were you. And neither of you were ready for the challenge.

12:04 PM

"Has anyone seen Ichigo?" you ask, as you sit to eat lunch with your friends.

"I think he's out with the other morons," says Rukia, as she hungrily piles in her bento that Ichigo made for her. You can't help smile at the irony. Rukia was strong willed, courageous and yet gentle and understanding from time to time. Yet she still needed her lunch made for her. It was endearing in a way that Ichigo would go great lengths for her. Sometimes you couldn't help but sit and wonder as to why those two weren't together instead of him and you.

"How long has it been, 2 months?" chips in Orihime, as she takes God knows what and puts it in her mouth.

"Orihime. It's only been 2 weeks," you laugh, as you open up your own lunch box.

"Ah, really? Hasn't felt like it!"

Yes, she was right. What was 2 weeks felt like 2 months between you two. It was like the same thing, you two were still amazing friends but a deeper connection had formed. It felt right.

Next Day

"Man, I heard we're playing basketball today!" whines Keigo, as he drapes his body over Ichigo's. Annoyed, Ichigo grabs his arm and flings him across the gymnasium.

"Yes! Finally a sport I'm good at!" chimes in Orihime, as she cheers in response.

"You say that every time, Orihime," retorts Tatsuki, as she immediately begins to stretch.

Laughing, you all meet in the center of the gym waiting for Grimmjow to arrive.

Soon enough, he does. Making quite the appearance.

"Wow! He's so hot!"

"Is that even legal?"

"Ahhh, I wish he wasn't our teacher because then I wouldn't feel so guilty for liking him!"

Immediately all the girls are abuzz and giddy. You turn around, wandering what all the talk was about. Immediately you feel your whole body grow hot out of embarrassment. Grimmjow walks in wearing only black, fitted track pants. Out of breath, he casually tosses his bag over his shoulder. Gawking, Rukia has to kick you in the gut for you to physically peel your eyes off of him. Luckily, Ichigo wasn't looking.

"Teeeeeeeacher! Since you have your shirt off, does that give me the right to take mine off!" yells a suddenly happy go lucky Keigo, as he runs towards the girls trying to peel his own shirt off.

"Idiot, ya' have nothing to show. Keep it on," says Grimmjow dryly, as he casually fishes out a red sweatshirt from his bag and in an almost sexual way puts it on. For a moment, he catches you looking and does not try to hide his know it all smirk. Blushing in torment, you walk away to stand with the guys, who all gave Grimmjow distressed looks. Meanwhile, Keigo cries into the arms of Mizuiro.

"[Y/n]?"

"Eh?"

"What's wrong, you're all red?" says Ichigo, as he gently holds the back of his hand up to your forehead.

"I-It's nothing!" you blurt out, as you quickly hug his arm in reassurance.

8:43 AM

"Okay, pick a number outta' the hat and whoever has the same one is yer' partner," says Grimmjow, as he walks around with a hat.

"Isn't this a little middle-"

Grimmjow shoots a look towards Keigo, immediately causing him to cower behind Ichigo.

"Oh, and if any of ya' shi- kids, trade numbers, I will kill ya'," he says, as he once again shoots a look towards Keigo. This time, he faints.

After all picking a number, you draw 6. As soon as Chad draws his, Grimmjow notices that there's still a number left.

"Uryu's not here," says Chad, explaining the reasoning for the extra slip.

"Alright, guess I'll have to partner up then."

"Okay, one by one read the numbers in order!"

"1!" shouts Orihime. Luckily for her, she's partnered up with Tatsuki.

"2!" yells Rukia, as she waits for her partner to come to her. It's Chad.

"3!" Renji and Keigo.

"4!" Mizuiro and a girl are paired up.

"5!" shouts Ichigo, as he looks towards you with hopeful eyes. You watch as he's paired off with a girl in your class. You smile at him, giving him a wave.

"6!" you yell happily, as you look around the class for your partner. You didn't really mind as to whoever it was. You were good at basketball. You had the height, coordination and stamina. Well, from time to time. You were exceptionally terrible at one on one. The pressure got to you quite easily.

Hearing footsteps coming towards you, you look to the right and smile at to whoever your partner was. It slowly fades into a grim line as you watch your teacher stand beside you.

Only simple words like "yes" and "no" had been exchanged between the two of you in months. Basketball involved working together and talking, something you two hadn't done in months.

"Okay, once ya' have yer' partner, the shortest person run and grab a ball!"

Without another word, the shortest of each run to grab a ball. But you, you look at Grimmjow with a scowl before stalking to grab the ball. He only said that because he wanted you to grab the ball. Heck, knowing him, he probably would've said, "If you have [h/c] hair and [e/c] eyes…and if yer' name is [y/n] go and grab a ball for everyone."

Yanking a ball from the caged bin, you angrily stride towards Grimmjow, chucking the ball towards him. Lucky that this was his game, he caught it with ease.

"Alright. Let's do passing for 10 and the other 10 we'll do defense practice," he says, as he casually runs his hand through his hair.

Looking at you with a blank expression, Grimmjow bounce passes the ball towards you. You do the same, looking at the others behind him instead of at him.

But because of not looking at the person you're passing too, your passes are quite obviously sloppy.

"Idiot! Look at me when ya' pass!" he yells, his voice cold and threatening. For a second, everyone looks at you, their faces almost apologetic.

Wincing at his words, you swallow the air between you both and look him in the eyes as the two of you continue to pass.

9:01 AM

"Okay. Let's start with defensive. It's simple. One person has the ball, all they need to do is get to the other end successfully without having it snatched or rolled away from them from the other guy. We'll do this for 10 and then get to a game. Tallest person is the blocker."

Shocked, you look at Grimmjow with wide eyes.

"What the hell are ya' looking at me for? Get to the end of the gym!" he yells, his voice once again deathly and cold.

Running, you clench the ball tightly to your chest. You had to keep the ball away from Grimmjow. To those who didn't know him, it wouldn't seem so bad. But Grimmjow loved basketball and basketball sure as hell loved him. He was a monster when he played. His only objective was to score. He had no patience when it came to the defensive side. And this scared you.

Blowing his whistle, Grimmjow cues for the drill to begin.

Dribbling the ball, you hesitantly take a step towards the beast that stands in front of you.

You awkwardly try to plow into his chest with your smaller, thinner body.

"What the hell are ya' doing?" he asks, as he watches your pathetic attempts to try and push around him.

"H-Hey! I'm trying!" you choke out, as you try to do one of those fancy spin around moves like you always see basketball players too.

Embarrassingly, all that comes from it is that you end up clumsily, almost grinding your rear into Grimmjow's pelvic region. Looking over your shoulder, you watch in horror as to how everyone has already made it to the other side and are now watching your feeble attempts from afar.

"Come on [y/n]! You can do it!"

"Just think about something angry and plow through him!"

"Show the evil man who's boss!" yells Keigo, as he gives you a thumbs up.

"B-Bastard. He's only saying that cuz he's on the other side," mutters Grimmjow, as his brow twitches in annoyance.

Hearing their encouraging words, you look at Grimmjow with a steely gaze.

"C-Can we use the whole court now since everyone's done?" you ask.

He looks over his shoulder and you both see Ichigo smiling, encouraging you on.

"Sure, why the hell not?" he says, his voice twice as cold as it was before. This scares you greatly and you even wish that Ichigo had been in a different P.E class.

Frozen for a couple of seconds, you swallow the lump in your throat. Quickly, you dribble past Grimmjow, not even daring to look at the monster who was on your tail. At about half court, you breath a sigh of relief knowing that you were going to make it. Involuntarily, you slow your pace down and suddenly, he's in front of you. You see an opportunity to wiz pass him and you take it. But you forget as to how dangerous and competitive Grimmjow can get. And it seemed in that moment he forgot he was practicing against a feeble girl. Grimmjow slaps the ball into his hands and in doing so his shoulder checks right into your body, causing you to hit the floor at a deathly rate.

Unfortunately, the first thing to hit the floor is your wrist and in not a pretty way. You swear that in that moment, you could hear the bone actually shatter.

Falling to the ground in pain, you roll to your side and hold your wrist in pain. Immediately you hear the worried footsteps of your peers coming towards you, having all witnessed the horrible fall.

"Idiots, don't crowd her! Rukia, get yer' ass over here!" yells Grimmjow, as he stops the herd of students running towards your aid.

Grimmjow kneels towards you, trying to pry your arm open.

"I-It hurts!" you cry out, as you arch your back in a agonizing motion, looking at him for help. You had felt a lot of pain in your life before but this was just different. Your wrist and whole body felt so hot and sweaty. Looking down at your wrist, you cringed at the swelling sight. You couldn't help but fight the tears that were forming at the edge of your eyes.

Rukia runs over towards you and Grimmjow.

"Rukia, run to the nurses office and tell them we need Unohana," he says, his voice clear with authority. Something you had never heard before.

"Come on Princess," he murmurs, as grabs your shoulders and helps you sit upright. You manage to sit successfully, but the slightest movement in your arm sent a searing, hot bolt to your wrist.

Wincing, you involuntarily reach over to squeeze Grimmjow's hand. He see's this and actually fight's to let go, refusing.

"Grim-"

"Yer' my student. Stop it," he mutters, as he gives you a judgmental look from the corner of his eyes. You feel a stabbing pain in your chest and your eyes begin to water even more. So this is how he felt when you told him that day those same words.

"I'm in pain. Just let me squeeze-"

"I don't give a damn!" he hisses, as he shuts up your efforts to try and relieve some pain.

Wiping the tears, you try to shuffle away from Grimmjow. Gasping in pain, you quickly stop and dig your nails into your forearm, drawing blood. Was it supposed to hurt this much?!

"Idiot, yer'-"

"Ichigo! Ichigo!" you yell helplessly, as you call for your boyfriend.

Immediately he comes running, as you watch a deep scowl appear on Grimmjow's face.

"What's-"

Immediately you cling on to him, squeezing his arm tightly and closely. He's shocked for a moment, but that quickly wears off when he soothingly begins to smooth out the back of your hair.

"It hurts," you mumble.

"Let- Great, she's here."

Mrs. Unohana walks towards you with a medical bag in one hand. She crouches down towards you and orders everyone to leave but Grimmjow.

Wasting no time, Mrs. Unohana at first gently examines your wrist, but as soon as she begins to turn it from side to side, you bite your lip from letting anything further escape.

Grimmjow kneels down to your form and gently pats the back of your head, just like Ichigo did. No, the way Ichigo did was in a loving, caring matter. What Grimmjow was doing, it once again felt like consoling a younger child. That, and it was full of complete mock. Looking down at your thighs, you hide your apparent tears. Grimmjow was, and would prove to be, truly the worst.