"No! I won't let you eat me!" I pushed him back, and he seemed surprised as I ran. He teleported to stop me.
"Hey! Calm down,-" I bit his arm. "You bitch!" This time, real fear struck me as he looked at me from his intense, ice piercing, glare. He put a hand on my chin and forced it up to look at him. "Apolofuckingize. Right now."
"No." I growled back. He shifted his jaw from side to side. He looked at me quizzically. He didn't seem to be happy about it.
"Fine then." He smiled. "I'll just have to eat you." My body froze.
"I'm sorry!!! Please don't eat me Mr. Sir-"
"Grimmjow." He interrupted me.
"Eh?"
"My name is Grimmjow."
"Okay. Grimmjow, my name is _____."
"Well then, ____, I'm going to go feed myself." He said as he walked out of my bedroom. I sat there, in complete and utter silence, until I heard a rattle in my kitchen that made me jump.
I slowly made my way around the corner. And I peeked into my kitchen. The fridge door was wide open, and Grimmjow had eaten almost everything.
"I can't believe you! You said you were going go feed yourself!" I exclaimed angrily.
"I am. Hmm? Is that a cake?" He looked back to the fridge, as he finished my last Twinkie bar.
"NO!" I lunged towards the fridge, trying to stop him. "That's mine!"
"You want me to eat you?" He asked me, and my eyes wavered. I looked down, my _____ colored eyes dark. I balled my hands into fists.
"You cruel, cruel, bastard." My fists began to shake, all the effort I put into that cake. There was a layer of cream and strawberries inside, and the top had strawberries on top, dipped in glaze, and then topped off with red and white sprinkles. It took me two months to finally get it perfect, and I had I cool last night before I went to sleep.
I am not going to cry. It is just a stupid cake, ____. But then, my mind flashed back to all the times I got burned, all the money I spent, all the criticism I got, and my eyes began to get watery. I turned around and saw Grimmjow's fork nearing the cake, and I bit my lip. I want to be the first to taste it. To taste my victory. I turned my head away.
"Hey, _____," I heard Grimmjow's voice. I turned around and cake got pushed into my mouth. The rich flavors of strawberry and vanilla filled my mouth, and I let out a satisfied moan. My hands went to my cheek with satisfaction.
"There. Now I can try some. Feed me." He said, handing me the fork with one hand, and holding the cake with the other.
"What?! No way!" I turned head in embarrassment. He poked my cheek with the fork. He kept on poking me until I agreed. I slowly took a big chunk of cake, making it uneven, and pushed it into his mouth.
"What do you call those things?" He asked me, a slight smile tainting his lips.
"Strawberries." I said, furrowing my brow. Who doesn't know what a strawberry is?
"Strawberries?! What a stupid name! They look nothing like straws!" He scoffed at me. "We should call them... Red delicious yummy fruit."
"Yea sorry. That's what I call apples." I looked away from his excited gaze. I still don't even know if I can trust this guy. And swiftly, the cake was taken from my hands and a fork pushed onto my lips.
"Eat...." He said as I chewed. "Make sure to feed me as well." I gulped loudly. Of course, it was only fair that I didn't refuse, but I still wasn't over the whole indirect kiss thing, but it wouldn't hurt to learn more about this.
