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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...


    Plot:Kris was raised by her father and brother. Her dad taugt her military tactics like hand to hand combat and shooting, while her brother taught her sports. She gets scholorships for her sports and ends up rooming with a guy. He needs to be Bi-Polar/abusive/and perverted because while he *cough *cough is only worried about that Kris is only worried about sports. As he abuses her throughout the thread Kris sees something in him and treis her hardest to get the other guy out...the right guy...


    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.

    http://www.bing.com/images/sea…A6316DC&selectedIndex=174


    James walked into the Dorm, his huge suit cases at his sides. At first sight, the boy was a prep. Well, he had a pinch of prep. He was a perv, but a real cool guy. He loved everything outgoing. He looked at the girl he was sharing his dorm with and also noticed the dog. He chunked his stuff on the other bed and walked to the girl. "Sup, names James Charles." He said, raising one brow and giving a small smirk.

    Kris crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Her instincts took over when it came to guys, one because he couldn't talk to them unless they were on the fooball feild with her, and two because she wasn't good with people. Kris didn't shake his hand instead she said, "My names Kris Burns," she extended Burns hoping he'd catch she wanted to be called by her ast name. It described her bright orange hair and neon blue eyes, plus in the military they went by they're last names. "I um am on every sports team at this school. You?" Again awful with guys...Plus there was an essence abut him that scared her. he seemed oerverted, and somewhat dangerous...almost abusive...

    James smirked and leaned against the door frame. He pondered and finally said, "I play some football, messed around with baseball, do some dirt bike riding." He felt a weird vibe from her. Like she thought she was.....the boss.He chuckled and yawned. "You seem pretty self confident, babe."

    Her eyes burned with a fire as he said that, "Do not call me babe," Kris growled and walked closer. She wasn't afraid to punch him. "You say one more thing like that and I will hurt you! That's a promise." Kris then threw herself onto the bed and pulled a kitkat from her bag. Her favorite candy and a stress releaver. Why this guy? Out of every guy he had to be pervy and dangerous?!

    James put his hands up in mocking fear and stood straight. "Woah, chill." He joked. He walked to his bed and noticed the puppy that was hopping around. He approached it and squatted, rubbing its ear. "Pit?" He asked.

    Kris looked at him curiously for a few moments and huffed not wanting to be nice, but there was no reason in being mean if he was trying hard to be good. "Yeah, his name is Blue. I belive dogs are only as bad as the people that own them...and even then the dog has more feelings..." Her voice shook as she said this seeing a pit fight herself once. Blood...blood... everywhere.

    James smiled and nodded, looking at the dog still. "I totally understand, I've never had anything against the breed. Poor pits, criticized for everything they do." He murmured. This was a solemn time he showed his true, kind and chatty personality which was judged. He finally stood again.

    Stuttering Kris bursted out with, "I've got football son and the bathroom door is see through so if I say turn around and close your eyes you better do it. Ok?" Her feeling were everywhere. WHy was he so...so...him? Kris stood up and took out a neon green sports bra and bright orange nike shorty pants. "So turn around." She made a twirling motion with her finger and began to change.

    James turned for a moment, but quickly switched back around and watched her with a dead smirk. He hated being a perv, but he was accepted this way. He stared and watched.

    Kris was turned the other way not seeing him until she said, "Ok Ja- Oh yuo're dead." Kris elbowed him in the ribs and punched his jaw so hard she heard a crack. She shook her fist and narrowed her eyes. "I warned you Jason and now I'm going to kill you. Literally!"

    James grunted and took her wrist, backing her into the wall with a thud. He looked in her eyes. "Calm down, jeez! I was joking around!" He growled. He searched her eyes for any sympathy or apology. He hated who he was....

    Kris spit on his face and kicked him where it is not comftorable. "If you actually had any brain you wouldn't have turned around. Why you huh? Why you?"
    Kris was terried of his strenght yet found it intresting he had actually looked int oher eyes with kindness and not need. She shook these thoughts out of her head and murmered, "I have to get ready for football and so do you."


    (Remember Bi-Polar/abusive/and pervy) ;)

    (Gotcha!)


    James threw her wrist and walked off, not saying a thing. He went to the bathroom, not caring if she saw or not. He quickly got into his football practice clothes and walked to his bed. He was for some reason built with anger and stress. He already made a bad impression on his roommate. This was gonna be one hell of a year.

    Kris made sure to llok away while Jasnon was changing, but also made sure not to wear any padding. Kris thought padding was for weaklings and her old highschool coach thought she was crazy. "Blue Kennel," she commanded then headed out the door taking her football bag with her. Once she got to the feild whitles, hoots, hollers, and murmers about her were spread quickly throughout the boys. She smirked and laughed knowing they would shut up when they saw her throw.


    As the team finished lining up Kris yelled, "HIKE!" The feild became a mess especially since every bot wanted to tackle her. She tossed the ball across feild her man catching it and makin a touchdown, but anoter guys tackled her anyway and said, "My room tonight swwetcheeks." She swunhg a fist and reversed the position so that she was ontop of him and threw another punch. "Do not mess with me," threatened Kris. The boy smiled evily and said, "Oh your goingto pay!" They became a bundle of blood and punches. While everyone else began to bet money, including the coach.

    James made it out to the field and sighed. "What the hell guys?!" He yelled. He kicked the two fighting on the ground. He was pissed enough. "Can we just get our asses out here, and play!"

    Kris growled at Jason as he kicked her and stood up. "Hey shouldn't have been hitting on me!" one of her eyes black and swelling.


    (sorry low muse)

    James looked at the boy on the ground and picked him up by the shirt, throwing him against the wall. "Look, cut it out, aight?!" He said In a frustrated tone.

    The boy held his hands up and said, "Alright cool it bro. She attacked me first."


    Kris smirked and luaghed, "Broke your jaw. You deserved it b*tch." She then looked to Jake and smiled walking up next to him. Her ornange hair falling into her face.