The sun's rays slowly filled the room through the window, signaling the start of a new day.
Angel's even breathing stopped and her nose crinkled for a second before she blinked her eyes several times. With a low groan, she rubbed her eyes before looking over at the clock.
7:00 am.
It was way too early to be up on a Sunday, but when Angel wakes up then she's awake.
She lied down on her back and sighed in approval as she stretched her arms over her head, lightly colliding with the headboard above her form.
"Mmhm," someone groaned from beside her as his arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Angel couldn't stop the smile from forming. She lifted the upper part of her body, supported by her elbows, and leaned over to the sleeping man next to her. "Wake up Ichigo," she whispered against his ears.
Ichigo only replied with another groan as he shifted around.
"Ichigo," she whispered again, "Wake up."
The orange head released a sigh before reluctantly opening his eyes. He looked around before glaring at Angel. "Shit, what time is it?" he asked.
Angel smirked. "A little past seven."
Ichigo stared at her for a few seconds before sending her a deadly glare. "And why the hell did you wake me up this fucking early on a Sunday?" he growled.
Angel laughed as she leaned over so she was lying on his chest. "Because I woke up."
"And what does that have to do with me?" he asked.
Angel shrugged her shoulders. "When I wake up, I wake up and can't go back to sleep. But I'd be bored all alone so I decided to wake you up too."
Ichigo rolled his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the woman on his chest. "You and your logic never cease to amaze me." He only got a wide smile in response. He pulled her up higher just enough to tuck her crown of her head under his chin so he could inhale her sweet smell. "Let's just sleep."
"No," she replied, although snuggling deep into his warmth, "I actually have to email my class about the festival."
Ichigo groaned at the mention of that cursed event. "I still can't believe Jonny is getting what he wanted.
Angel snorted. "You should see him in class. He can't get rid of that perverted smile off his face even when Jane or Justin beats him up."
Ichigo chuckled as he buried his nose deeper in her dark tresses. "Don't worry. I won't let that guy put his sleazy hands on you," he promised, causing a slight fluttering in Angel's chest.
But before she could ask him about it, the orange head started to roam his lips all over her face. "I-Ichigo," she stuttered, "I-I thought y-you said you were tired, mmm."
"Well, like you, when I'm up, I'm up," he smirked as he rolled them over so he was hovering above her. He slowly took her lips and the two began the perfected dance of their lips that only they knew. He grabbed the nape of her neck as he tilted her head back to deepen it.
Angel lightly gasped when she felt his tongue slip through her mouth. No matter how many times they kissed, sparks of electricity would always travel through her body like the very first time they kissed. And it seemed like it would never stop.
Ichigo smiled against her lips, loving the fact she was so responsive to him now. His fingers started to run up and down her arms, rewarding him with small whimpers from between her lips. He chuckled as his fingers, with a mind of their own, started to travel to her chest.
The moment she felt his hands seeking for her breast, Angel moaned as she arched her back to meet his travelling hands. He gave a groan of approval as he palmed one of her breasts. "Angel," he whispered as his lips travelled to her neck.
She could barely respond from the loving ministration he was giving her.
"Angel," he kept whispering like a mantra.
This time she let her hands roam around his chiseled body, feeling the muscles she loved to touch. A low growl came from his throat as her nails started to press harder against his skin, almost breaking through. But that was exactly the way he liked it.
She was like a fucking cat who was not only hot but fierce, exactly what he wanted in his partner. His mind was taking a dangerous turn again.
Just as Angel started tugging on his shirt, Ichigo suddenly pulled himself off of her and sat on the edge of the bed. "W-where are you going?" she asked.
Ichigo rolled his arms back a few times before standing up. "Nothing, I just didn't want to take it any further then that."
Angel flushed as she looked down. "Oh."
He looked at her and smiled. "How about we go and grab something to eat outside?" he asked and Angel nodded. He nodded back as he made his way to the door. "I'll wash up first." He swung open the door and walked out.
Angel was still in bed as she watched him disappear. Once she heard the bathroom door being closed, she buried her head into Ichigo's pillow and took a deep breath of his deep scent.
She was still confused. Ichigo was acting really nice to her…well, when in bed, but he never really clarified what kind of relationship they were in now. Never have they confessed their feelings for one another, which was another problem. Angel just didn't know what she was feeling for this orange-haired teacher of hers.
During the summer festival, she just kissed him to prove a point, but he later kissed her back. Since then they would have heavy make out sessions that even led to ripping clothes off each other. But they never went below the belt, literally. Ichigo would always pull back, using the excuse that she's not ready or he wanted to push it off. Angel was starting to feel sexually frustrated.
And that was confusing her even more!
Why was she feeling this way for him anyways? They've been sleeping in the same bed since the last week of break, but never with clear indication of what was happening between them. She wanted to ask him but…she was afraid he would laugh it off and tell her there's absolutely nothing but the need to get rid of some sexual desires in him.
If that was true…if he really didn't feel anything for her, they why haven't they had sex yet? And would Angel be okay with this?
Ring ring ring!
Angel was suddenly pulled out of her frustrating thoughts when her cell phone started to ring on the nightstand next to the bed. She reached over and flipped it open. "Moshi-moshi?"
"Angel, you're actually up?" Jane's voice came from the other side.
"Yeah, why?" Angel asked. "Is it impossible for me to actually me awake early in the morning?"
"Yeah, especially on a Sunday," Jane laughed. "Anyways, Bia and I have decided to gather the gang and go to our sensei's house for a study group. Wanna come?"
Angel raised an eyebrow. "Right now?"
"No," Jane replied, "In a few hours. I'm just leaving people messages to see if they want to come."
Angel thought for a few seconds before replying. "I'm not sure. Whose house are we going to?"
"Ichigo's."
"…" Angel simply stayed still as her words slowly—very slowly—registered into her head. "What?!"
"Yup. We're planning on going to Ichigo's place since I know where it is," Jane laughed.
"W-wait a sec," she stuttered, "Does Ic—Walker-sensei even know about this?!" she asked, because hell, she didn't know about this at all!
"Nope. Bia wants to surprise him," she replied, earning her a groan from Angel.
"Around when will we go there?" she asked.
There was no response for a second before Jane came back. "Probably around noon or so. I still need to give Tan another few hours of sleep or else he's going to be crankier than a woman on her period."
Angel nodded even though she knew her friend wouldn't be able to see it on the other side of the phone. "Fine, I'll meet you there."
"You'll meet us there? Do you even know where he lives?" Jane asked.
Shit, Angel mentally cursed at herself before replying. "Yeah, I saw his address in the information sheet I got a few days ago awhile we were discussing about the festival. I know the area around his place so I'll just meet you there since I might be late or something."
"Oh, okay. See you later then!" Jane said before hanging up.
Angel closed her phone, thankful that her friend played into her lie, before jumping out of the bed. "ICHIGO!" she screamed as she ran to the hallway and to the bathroom.
"WHAT?!" came the reply from the other side of the door.
"Big problem!" she said, "Jane is going to come by here later around noon with the gang for a study session," she shouted and took a startled step back when the door suddenly swung open.
"WHAT?!" Ichigo shouted again, but this time right in front of her face.
Angel nodded, totally ignoring the fact he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "Yeah, she just called me and apparently Jane is planning surprise visit here."
"Shit," Ichigo cursed as he came out and quickly went to his room to change. "Why are those dumbasses set on making my life so miserable?!"
Angel stayed outside while Ichigo closed the door to change. "What should we do?" she asked.
"Well first—" he shouted back while shuffling of clothes was also heard through the door, "—we should hide your possessions. Go grab your shoes and stuffed them in a bag."
As soon as she got her orders, Angel went to the genkan and started to grab all of her shoes off the shelves. Ichigo suddenly appeared next to her, holding open a garbage bag as she dropped her shoes into them.
"Maybe we should lock the door to my room," Angel said, "We could just say you have a roommate."
Ichigo shook his head. "Jane knows me too well to know I would never get a roommate unless it was Zander or Andrew. Other people gets on my nerves rather quickly," he told her as he tied the handles of the bag together, "I guess I could just say my sisters have been visiting me these past few weeks and have stuff in there. If Jane ever calls to confirm it, Megan will make up some shit since my family partially knows about our situation." He quickly dropped the bag of shoes into Angel's room and looked around. "But we should take down some obvious stuff just incase one of them gets in here."
"Yeah, Bia can get a bit nosey," Angel said as she went over to take down the Chappy poster (which Ichigo was hoping it would stay down forever).
"Are you meeting up with them somewhere?" Ichigo asked as he went over to put away some of her personal pictures.
"No, I told Jane I might be late. But I guess I can just say I finished whatever it was that I had to do and came early," she told him.
Ichigo didn't reply. He stopped when his hands landed on a picture of her with Justin, both when they were young. "Who else is coming?" he asked, his voice suddenly low.
Angel shrugged her shoulders, not noticing his dangerous tone. "Jane told me she was planning on bringing the gang, which would consist of her, Bia, Clara, Justin, Aaron and Ivan."
Ichigo groaned as he yanked the picture off her desk and shoved it inside another garbage bag along with her other pictures.
The two continued to work frantically, running around the entire apartment trying to get rid of anything that might give away any suspicion.
"What about this?"
"Put it in here!"
"But it won't fit!"
"Then shove it in!"
"How are we supposes to fit all these into the closet?"
"I don't know! Just push!"
Ding Dong!
Ichigo quickly opened the door and glared at the people in front of him. "You guys have a lot of guts coming here."
Jane rolled her eyes as she tried to push past him. "Jeez, give it a rest already. And how did you know we were coming?"
"Yeah, I expected you to jump in surprise," Bia pouted.
"Please, Bushū got here first," he told them as he stepped aside to show Angel sitting nicely on the couch in the living room.
"Hi," she smiled sweetly at them.
"When did you get here? I thought you said you were going to be late," Jane said as she kicked her shoes off and entered the apartment.
Angel shrugged her shoulders. "I finished my chores a lot faster than I thought so I came here first."
"Well thanks for ruining the surprise," Bia glared at her petite friend half-heartedly.
Angel grinned. "You're welcome."
"Anyways, why are you guys here?" Ichigo groaned after everyone entered.
"We just wanted to study for your next test," Jane said, "Most of us got low grades."
"I didn't!" Clara pouted.
"Sorry Clara but you still have to be here. I'm not letting Montes-sensei take you this Sunday," Bia grinned.
Ichigo rolled his eyes but stiffened when a certain red head walked past him. The two silently glared at each other before they went to the opposite sides of the room. Ichigo stayed up, leaning against the wall, while Justin joined Angel on the couch.
"So, what are you guys planning on doing?" Ichigo asked, "I didn't exactly plan any of this."
"Don't worry," Jane waved her hand at him in nonchalant manner, "We only need you to clarify some of the readings."
"Then why the fuck did you have to come here for?!" Ichigo glared.
"Because I love to make you miserable," she laughed out loud.
Ichigo groaned. "Whatever, let's just get this over with. I have stuff to do." He said as he walked over to sit on the single-sitter adjacent to the couch.
The gang grabbed their bags and pulled out the materials for class.
Ichigo peered down at what they brought and raised a brow. "Oi, not all of those are my stuff. Don't tell me your planning on doing your math and science homework here too?"
"Why not? You're a teacher so you must know all these," Justin said.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Yes I know some of these, but my specialty is in literature. My knowledge only goes so far in other subjects."
"Oh stop complaining and help us," Jane snapped at him.
Ichigo groaned as he slumped in his seat. Knowing there was no way he could get out of it, Ichigo watched as they all settled by the coffee table. For the next few hours they continued doing the homework that they have obviously slacked off on, and discussing about the books he assigned in class. Ichigo was surprised to see a lot of them aware of what they were actually reading in class.
"I'm telling you he's suffering from some mental illness," Ivan said, "There's no other explanation for it."