What You See Is What You Get
Sometimes, things in Life don’t go to plan. People often say you were either dealt a lucky hand or you deal with what you’ve been given. For me, things in Life did go according to plan, and nine times out of ten, I had been blissfully ignorant of how lucky I had been. I’m not one of these people who liked to pretend to be a saint, a martyr, although I may have acted like one the majority of the time, but I’m not someone who pretends to be a sinner either. I’m human, and I know that possibly better than anyone, despite acting like an inconceivable jack-ass every single day of my first and second years of high-school, and a good two-thirds of my third year for that matter. Or, at least, I thought I did. I always believed that I knew myself better than anyone else that either stood near me, associated themselves with me or even dared to look at me with disdain or any look for that matter. I was an idiot. I didn’t realise it that so many people had their fair share of problems, just like I did, and yet, I made fun of them for it. I gave them another problem to add to their collection, and some people who looked to be about my age had a lot more problems, a lot worse problems, than I had; some kids were just destined to be dealt with unlucky hands for the rest of their lives.
“Hey, check it out. There’s Grimmjow” I heard a girl nearby speak to her friend as I took my seat in the nearly-vacant classroom. I grinned as I looked around the room. There had been a couple of people; most of them either spoke to their friends whilst a few sat at their desks preoccupied with something else. Except for one boy. A boy with unruly orange hair that seemed to spike out at every possible angle in a natural but irritating way. I watched from a safe distance as the boy took his seat and scowled to himself as he looked out of the window with a bored look in his eyes, or from the poor reflection of his eyes that the window had offered me with. From what other people had told me about the boy, he stood at about 5’7, had a tanned complexion and mostly kept himself to himself, unless he was spoken to by either the teachers or the very small group that associated themselves with him. His name escaped me; it wasn’t that I was terrible with names, but if I didn’t care for someone, I didn’t bother with learning their names. I didn’t care for him then, but I didn’t realise that one day, he would matter more to me than anyone that I had known beforehand.
“Seriously? The one with the blue hair? What about him?” the girl’s friend replied. She had sounded confused from what it sounded like to me, but right there and then; I didn’t give a damn about who they were or what they wanted. I sighed before I looked at the pair of them and offered a coy smirk. I watched as both girls blushed lightly before they offered a small wave to me. I watched as the first girl, a girl with brown hair that was cut in a boyish manner walked over to me whilst her friend, a girl with jet-black hair that was styled in two bunches, followed her hesitantly at first. “Didn’t you say that you liked...?” the first girl asked her friend as the pair of them arrived nearby. Her friend quickly silenced the first girl with her hand across her mouth as the tint of blush grew vivid in colour.
“To what do I owe you girls the pleasure of your company on this fine morning?” I smirked coyly as the pair of them smiled as sweetly as they could.
“You don’t owe us anything, Grimmjow. We’re just incredibly lucky to be talking to you right now. Everyone says that you’re the most popular boy at school” the first girl spoke as she rocked gently on the balls of her feet. I watched as she tried desperately to straighten her clothing out so that it made her look more attractive; she was attractive but I wasn’t interested. Her friend just blushed and nodded as her friend talked with what sounded like a combination of Confidence and Hesitation. For a moment, it looked like she was almost scared of me. I didn’t care if that was the case. I taught and told myself not to physically hurt girls from an early age, and so far, I had never hit a girl in my life. For some unexplainable reason, girls wanted to be with me and guys wanted to be me, and I thrived on the attention that was directed at me. It made me feel invincible, almost to a point where I became better than everyone else around me. Heck, I would even go as far as to say that I was better than everyone else.
“Really? What makes you say that? I would have thought that a beautiful girl such as yourself would have all the boys wanting your attention” I smirked to her. She blushed, as if it was on cue for her to blush. I turned to look at her friend. “The same goes for you” I smirked. She too blushed. How desperate could you get? Can’t you tell that I’m not interested in girls like you? Sure, I may be the most popular boy at school, but it’s not an excuse for you to be willing enough to spread your legs for me. But, I do love the attention that I’m getting from the pair of you right now, I thought to myself quietly. My attention diverted to the door when I watched as a boy that I knew all too well walked into the classroom. His pale complexion, piercing green eyes and stoic personality made a fair amount of girls flock to him, but he was my friend so I never felt like I needed to try and win a bunch of stupid, naive girls over, just for the sake of becoming even more popular than necessary. I watched as the boy walked over to me. He didn’t say anything at first, but he looked at me blankly. He always did. The boy that stood near me had always been hard to decipher, but the way he looked at some of the girls was in a soft way, as if he didn’t want to give them the cold shoulder, or to hurt them in any way. I knew that he wasn’t much of a talker, but he made it his business to tell me when I had crossed a line, and that had been on more than one occasion.
“Good morning, ladies. Grimmjow” the boy said in an almost emotionless way, but his eyes made him look very much alive, especially when he looked at the two girls that were nearby.
“Good morning, Ulquiorra” the two girls smiled softly in unison before they made their way to another part of the room. I smirked. Unlike the smirk that I had given to the two girls, this one had a different feeling to it, almost to the point where I had an ulterior motive, despite the fact that I didn’t have one.
“Why won’t you tell them that you’re not interested? You’re leading a lot of girls on if you keep this act up, and I’m sure that if you want to remain to be the most popular boy at this pathetic excuse of a school, then wouldn’t it be best if you tell them directly?” Ulquiorra spoke, his jet-black hair made it look like he had just woken out of bed but the sincerity in his eyes was something that over the years, I had grown accustomed to.
“They want me, so I play along with them. I couldn’t give a damn about them if I tried, but I pretend I do for the sake of being liked by them” I sighed. There was no hint of emotion other than pure boredom within in my voice, and the way I looked at Ulquiorra only enforced what I had said. He simply shook his head once.
“You’re acting like a little kid again. You’re seventeen for crying out loud, yet you act like a five-year-old. You have everything going for you, you have a reputation of being the most popular boy in school, not to mention the most talked about Lothario around, so why not come clean to them and tell them that you’re not interested?” Ulquiorra asked, his voice sounded dangerously low compared to how he had sounded before. I just smirked. “You’re only going to get hurt in the end” Ulquiorra spoke and took his seat beside where I sat. I turned to face the window.
“Yeah, right. Like I’d ever get hurt by someone” I mumbled under my breath as the remaining students took their seats as the teacher waltzed somewhat happily into the classroom.