Me, Not Her...(PAFP, Semi-Advanced)

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    They call me the stupid one. The one to stay away from the popular boy. They one to stick to riding dirt bikes and blowing things up, and sure I do that stuff but I want the pretty girl life sometimes too...


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    And the truth is I'm the girl that they're afraid of. I intimidate them...


    Kris threw her suitcase in the dorm. This was some new college she got a scholarship for in Alaska and sure it was nice, but did she seriously have to go through with it? Now Kris wasn't your average girl either. She didn't get embarsed easily, and absolutly loved to get down and dirty. Her idea for fun is riding dirtbikes, hunting, and blowing things up. It wasnt totaly her fault she was raised in an male dominated family. Her mother had deid from cancer when she was two.


    Kris walked over to the dog cage on the opposite side of the room. A pitbull puppy jumped out liking her face.
    "Settle down Blue," she laughed and set him on the bed next to her.
    She pulled out all of her scholorship letters just to remind her why she was here. Kris had been sent scholorships for almost every sport out ther, but her passion was Football. It sent a rush through your body and helped you cool off.
    Kris sighed once again and thought, "Lets hope one guy here calls me Burns..." It was the nickname she dreamed of. For some reason being called by her last name felt important. Then her head flicked to the side hearing the door open when HE walke through...



    Can you please make your charrie alittle on the perverted side?Also introduce and give me a pic of your charrie!


    I was thinking that maybe my charrie cant stand yours at first because he's really pervy but then she warms up to him.

    Jake brushed his hand through his hair as he walked in. He put his bag down in the bed then looked to her,"Woah, I never knew I was going to be rooming with a hottie!" He said smirking and winking at her. Her scanned Kris, then bit his bottom lip."Danm… your hot!" He said getting up and waking closer to her." I'm Jake, Jake Welling. I guess rooming with you." Jake said with even more of a bigger smirk. He extended his hand to shake hers. His eyes stared at her body.



    Ooc~ sorry for the short post, I'm flooded with rps…

    ooc:it's cool i get it! Just plz try to reply as much as you can!!!!!! You're awsome!!!


    Kris raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. Something about him wasn't right, if only her brother where here. Buddy always knows what to do. "I'm Kris Burns," she extened Burns hoping he would catch on that's what she wanted to be called. Like in the army her last name meant alot to her. Kris snapped her fingers and exlaimed, "Wondering much? My eyes are up here!" She stared at him with neon blue eyes that burned with a fire.

    Jake still stared at her body for a moment more, then looked up to her eyes."Oh sorry, just got caught up, looking at you thinking your so sexy." He tried to flirt winking at her, a grin spread across his face. "Man I just can't get over the fact of I have a roommate that's hotter than hell!" He said looking down to her body again. He bit his bottom lip, his green eyes scanning her.


    Ooc~ Ookie Dookie, and thanks.

    ooc: Welcome :)


    "Say it one more time see what happens," Kris threatened turning around and patting Blue on the head. Her bright orange hair began to fall out of its messy bun and Kris could care less. She hated it when guys commented on her body. Yeah it was well built from the spors but still. Kris pulled out her football bag and made sure she had all her equitment ready for in the morning.

    "Okay, so let me get this straight. You don't like it when I call you hot?" Jake asked her. He shrugged and took off his shirt, revealing his well built six pack. He changed into a new shirt. Jake looked to her and smiled, hoping that she had seen his six pack.

    Kris laughed at him and walked over. She raised a fist and soffed him across the jaw. "I warned you ,and now coach is going to ask what happened your goingto have to say a girl hit you." Kris then lifted up er shirt to show off her six pack also, "You're not the only one idiot..." At that moment Kris put on on her football pads and flinched as she felt Jake take them off of her, "What now your going to beat me up?"

    Jake grinned and looked to her." I would never hurt a hottie like you." He pinned her against the wall and smirked." I really want to get in your pants though." He said with an evil grin. Her pinned her arms against the wall, pressing her against the wall to. He moved his face till they were millimetres away from kissing.

    Allowing him to get just a little closer she head butted Jake and ducked under his legs. The young pitbull came up behind Kris but she shooed him away and raised her fists ready for an attack from Jake. "I promise you Jake us as roomates can be easy or hard." Her eyes narrowed as she had to duck from a fist. This was going to be to easy, unless he got smart and stopped. The truth was though, Kris probably wouldn't have minded Jake pinning her against the wall, if she was a regualr girl, but guys scared her... Unless they were on the sports feilds...

    "What the hell was that for?! Chill your tits!" Jake said holding the bridge of his nose, where she hit the hardest. He sighed and laid down on his bed."Im taking a nap, feel free to climb into bed and cuddle with me." Jake said cautiously but with a smirk. He put his hands behind his head and closed his shimmering green eyes, trying to hide the pain that was urging through his head.

    Kris's heart pounded, but quickly slowed. Making sure Jake was actually asleep she pressed her fingers to his rest to make sure the pulse was slow. 'Good,' she thought, 'Now I can change in peace.' Quickly she took off her relaxing clothes and put on her neon green sports bra and bright orange short nike pants. This was her favorite exersice outfit. Deciding she needed to cool off and shoot some baskets she took her football bag and headed to the basketball gym. Shot after shot she missed.


    A hand rested on her shoulder and Kris quickly turned around. The coach smiled and said, "We didn't give you a scholorship to loose the games. What's wrong?"


    "My roomate. Did you know I was rooming with a boy? Jake Welling?" Her voice was shakey and his name sent a shiver through her body. A warm satisfying shiver that she craved.


    "Yeah I did you play every single sport with the boys so you hae to room with one. Now come on Football practice stars in a few."


    "Yes sir.." she sighed and walked to the feild. Then blushed slightly when she got there, because all she could hear was whisteling and murming from the boys around her...About her...

    Jake woke up a half an hour later. He scrambled to his feet looking to the clock and seeing that he was already late for Hockey. He grabbed his hockey bag and ran out the door. When he got to the ice rink his team was already warming up. He scrambled to put on all his under amour and then quickly put his jersey on. He sat on a bench tying his skates and then grabbed his hockey stick, he dashed on to the ice. "Sorry I'm late coach." He said skating up to his coach.


    His coach turned around."Welling your horribly late!" He shook his head. "You have to do death zone to make up for being late." The coach said. Death zone is where you skate laps as fast as you can till you throw up.


    Jake gulped and nodded "Yes coach." He began to skate laps, he was the fastes skater on his team, the guys watched in amazment as he zipped by them.

    As the team lined up for a 3 man blitz Kris yelled, "HIKE!" The feild went wild. her line men had to work extra hard because everyone wanted to sack Kris so they could lay ontop of her. Well she threw the ball and her team caught it scoring a toudh down, but the one of the boys from the opposign team talked her to the ground and whispered, "Get ready Kris cause me and you, yeah you get it."


    She shoved him off and they stood u at the same time. Her trigger was clicked and everything in her went into this punch, breaking the bys jaw she shook her fist and smirked. "Come on fight like a man." The boy laughed sinersterly and tackled her to the groundh. Holding Kris in a stradle positon he punchedher in the face, Kris got the best of them though and reversed the pin. The coach wasnt there to settle the fight and boys began putting up bets.

    By now jake had probably skated three hundred laps, but he didn't stop. It was way last practice time, his coach made him stay late to finish his death zone. He had skates some much and so fast that the rink in his vision began to spin, and get blurry.


    "Keep on going Welling! I wanna see you go faster!" The coach yelled grinning, he took a drink from his water bottle, then after swishing it around his mouth spitting it on the ground.


    Jake didnt argue, he went as fast as he could. By now jake was on his four hundredth lap. He felt dizzy though, he knew be was going to pass out before he pulled because he hasn't ate anything for a day.
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    Ooc~ your paragraph gives me flash back to rugby. I was the only girl on the team, and when it came to for practising tackling with a partner the boys would literally fight saying that he was here first and sayin that I like him better, but yeah im still in rugby…
    boys these days.

    Yeah Kris describes me I even look like that.


    WHen the fight finally deid down Kris found herself on bottom and her breath was becoming frantic. The kid had bashed her nose and really messed up the left side or her face. Then looking towards the coach she closed her eyes and shook her head moaning. She was hurt, and even though her football career wasn't broken she would have to take sometime off of sports. All of them...


    Murming and chuckles came from a few yards over. The football team was still surrounding Kris, but the hockey team must ahbeen on their break.

    Jake felt his vision go blurry, he closed his eyes and shook it off. Then his body couldn't take anymore, he collapsed on the ice out cold. He slid across the ice still going fast from skating. His hockey stick went flying in the other direction.


    His coach was shocked and he skated over, he sighed and shook his head. The coach called in the collages paramedics to see if he was going to be okay. Sadly Jake had to stay away from sports for a week. Then the collages paramedics carried jake that was still out cold up to his room and placed him on his bed. They sighed and left him, letting him rest in peace.

    "Can I get someone to help me up..." Kris held up a hand and was glad to see one of the guys had a small amount of heart. "Can you help me to my room?" The walked up and Kris found herself hoping to see Jake there to beat someone else up, but when she opened that door she gasped and found the strength to go over to his bed. She could care less about her purple swollen face. What had happened to him?

    Jakes breathing was short and choppy, he would sometimes forget to breath, then he would gasp for air. He had a horrible mark across his face from when he slid across the ice. His body shivered as he tried to move around.


    A paramedic came back in to the room to give Jake some pain killers for his face and seen he was still sleeping. The paramedic turned to Kris,"Uh can you make sure Jake takes this as soon as he wakes up?" He asked Kris nicley.

    She nodded slowly and then asked, "Can I get some too?" She turned so the paramedic could see her face. Kris looked aya hoping she wasnt going have to get suergery to fix the damage. She sighed and commanded, "Blue come." The paramedic walked out and Kris found herself crying into the soft fur of the puppy.

    The paramedic passed her the bottle of pills and walked out. He continued down the hall, having to get one more prescription for Jake.


    Jake woke up a little bit after, he moaned in pain as he rolled into his side. He started cursing under his breath, holding his face. He bit his lip hardly trying to hide his pain, he bit his lips so hardly it opened and started to bleed.