I will fight back (Private for Littlemissy)

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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.

    Here's his pic:


    IC: Adam walked in the room, looking around. He saw Kris and smiled slightly, "Hi, I'm Adam. And you are?" He greeted her as he sighed. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

    She laughed and pointed at him. "This is a joke right?" Her mood was light and happy, she couldn't think of anything worse than rooming with a guy and at that a boy who has wondering eye. Kris snapped a finger, "My face is up here. I'm Kris BUrns." The way she said her lest name made it clear that's what she wanted to be called. Burns...

    Adam looked up at her, blinking. He smirked slightly and leaned against the wall, "I'm afraid this isn't a joke, Burns." He replied with a small laugh, looking her over again. He ran a hand through his hair, quietly.

    Inhalign deeply Kris nodded and bit her lip. His aurura made her uncomftorable...it scared her. There was something dark and disturning about him yet his eyes were kind and sympahetic. Kris was confused and wanted an answer.

    Adam sat down in the chair he was standing by, and took a deep breathe. He really hated sharing rooms with others, especially since most people hated him... mostly because he was bipolar. He looked up at her, "We're not going to get anywhere just sitting here in silence. I was thinking we should have some fun."

    Kris giggled softly saying, "What like getting in my pants?" Her face showed she was joking but for a few moments Adam looked at her like it was a good idea. This made her uncomftorable. "Ok seriously what do you want to do?"

    "I really don't think you want to do what I want to do," He replied with a small smirk. "But you know what, we could just take a look around this place and stuff or something like that." He suggested with a small shrug.

    "There's a shooting range not far from here I have a bow, arrows, and pisto lI can take down there," she smiled shyly as hair fell into her face and she blushed knowing this was the first time she had told a guy she shooted.

    Adam looked at her for a second before slowly nodding, "You shoot? That's pretty cool. Most girls I know are just interested in shopping for new clothes..." He said as he looked over at her pit bull puppy, he rolled his eyes slightly.

    "My brother does all the shopping in the family," she laughed and looked over at Blue and then Adam. "Why are you looking at him like that? Leave the dog alone lets go do something fun! Go cart racing? Sky diving? Come on you've got to help me out some?" Her orange hair began to fall in her face and she began to brush it away.

    "Because it's a pit bull. Aren't those things supposed to be evil?" Adam said with raised eyebrows. "Well I don't really know what you want to do. I really don't know you that well, Carrot head." He said, calling her that because of her orange hair that for some reason reminded him of carrots.

    "Dogs are only as bad as the people that raise them and even after that they still have more feelings. I was forced to watch a pit fight once. My 'Friends' stol emy dog and forced me to wath him be ripped apart. He was not a bad dog," Her eyes once again showed a strong blue fire as she said this defending what she loved. Animals were so much better than humans, in each and everyway.

    Adam nodded slightly, "I guess that's true... somewhat, babe." He said as he got up from the chair and once again shoved his hands in his pockets. His eyes wandered around as he looked over each and every detail of the room, and Kris. He skipped over the dog though. He'd never really been much of a dog person. "I prefer cats though."

    Kris just nodded, it was okay if he didn't like dogs but BLue wasn't leaving. "Don't call me babe..." she muttered. Kris hated it when people commented on the way she looked. She had the figure that made guys look, but it was because of sports. Taking off her shirt Kris exaled relived to know she was wearing a sportsbra, 'They show less than a bikini,' she thought...It was more comftorable for her to walk around with a small amount of clothes, Adam would just have to learn not to comment.

    "Well... I kind of already did, didn't I?" Adam said, eyeing her as he bit his lip. He cleared his throat slightly,"Nice body." He commented with a small smirk.

    Adam laughed quietly, "I thought we were getting along, until you got all rude." He retorted, sitting on a bed.

    "getting along? Adam all you've done is be perverted and creepy..." She looks away afraid he'll see whats really in her eyes. The fear of her falling for him...She was afraid of loving him...

    Adam shrugged quietly,"I am who I am, get used to it." He snapped, running a hand through his hair. He sighed and seemed a bit angry as he spoke.