Day: Monday
Time: 3:34 p.m.
Date: April 26,2010

School was hell. We were in gym today and while I was changing into my gym outfit I overheard Orihime and the other girls talking across from me. They were all talking about Ichigo. They were giggling and chatting about how Orihime was soooo perfect for him. And she... agreed with them. I thought she was my best friend. She knew how much I liked Ichigo as more than a mere friend. I had even told her! I started shaking soon after. I couldn't breathe and I felt a sudden burning sesnsation in the back of my eyes. This couldn't be happening. She bounced happily over to me and asked what was wrong. I looked into her eyes and nearly had a mind to spear her through. Her eyes were a cold grey,they were wide and they had a sickening gleam to them. She was batting her mascara-ed eyes innocently. I snapped. I couldn't take her shit anymore. I seethed the words out through my teeth like venom. "Don't play damn coy with me, Orihime. Get out of my sight..." I ran nonstop the entire gym class, As far away as I could from Orihime. All the while trying to hide my tears. She stabbed me in the back. I kept quiet for the rest of the day. Not bothering to look at anyone. I just kept staring down at my hands. When Ichigo and I walked back home he asked what was wrong because he had seen me crying in gym. I had no choice but to ignore him, I couldn't let the truth get out. He followed me stubbornly all the rest of the way. I made the mistake of glancing behind me. His eyes... they were like nothing I'd seen before. They were filled with concern and... and compassion. I struggled to look away, but thank god that I did. Sometimes I could really get lost in those amber eyes. I speed walked into the house, took off my shoes, and shut myself into his closet. He constantly knocked on the door, asking mediocre questions and statements like,
"Rukia, tell me what's wrong."
"Are you okay?"
"What happened?"
I can feel my life falling apart. I just sat on my mini bed and tried to cry as quietly as I could...