Ironic Love

Grimmjow was the most arrogant, idiotic, and self-centered fool he'd ever met. He hated the guy with a passion. Ulquiorra Schiffer sat in his desk behind the blue-haired idiot, he was talking about. He was very surprised that an idiot like him even made it to the eleventh grade. Ulquiorra sighed before looking over to the window where the leafless trees were.

It was pretty nice outside for the middle of November. He couldn't wait until winter break so he wouldn't have to come to school. Honestly he thought it was a waste of time to be there, I mean half the stuff there going over he already knows. His train of thought was stopped when a paper was thrown his face.

"Here ya go", the taunting voice said as he turned around back in his chair, a smile on his smug face.

Everybody was now laughing along with Grimmjow, I just sighed. It was like this every day, Grimmjow would do something to embarrass Ulquiorra and all his little groupies would start laughing with him. Ulquiorra leaned over and picked the paper up off the floor. He couldn't stand Grimmjow; he hated him so much that it hurt. He looked back over at the open window, a soft breeze fluttering his dark hair. –If he could he would jump out that open window just to get away from Grimmjow….just to get away from everything-

Grimmjow turned back around in his seat a smile on his face. He loved messing with Ulquiorra for the fun of it. He liked seeing the others mad face, the way his bottom lip sticks out slightly, and the way his emerald eyes narrowed in disgust. He peeked behind his shoulder to look at Ulquiorra; he was staring out the window, the wind blowing his
hair back. It was a real beautiful sight in his mind, however it was ruined when he turned
back to give Grimmjow a nasty look. Grimmjow could tell that Ulquiorra hated him, but it was kind of ironic because he loved him.