A Loaded Gun And A Bastards History ~ and Ashley Purdy Love Story~

Chapter 9: UNDEAD REVOLUTION! 1...2...3... GO!

--last day of school before Christmas break. December 23rd, 2030---

Kristin's POV:

I woke up from my iPhone going off, ringing Andy's Voice.

"Got Someone To Live For, I Know And I Won't Surrender, A Warrior Of Youth. I'm Taking Over, A Shot To The New World Order. I AM BULLETPROOF!!!"

Knowing it was Christian, I picked up.

"Hey lovely." He said.

"Good morning baby." I said sweetly. He sounded sad on the other end.

"What's wrong Hun?" I ask.

"My dad grounded me from seeing you for two weeks. That collides with Christmas!" He sighed.

"It's alright. We can still talk on the phone and see each other at school." I told him, holding back my tears. How could Andy hurt me again. He made my second Christmas hell by almost killing my mom, and now he takes away my boyfriend. Maybe he will let me talk to Christian at the party. Our family was invited as usual anyway.

"I know, I'll see you in a half hour at school. I love you." He said.

"I love you too." I responded. I threw on my black studded converse, a black pair of skinny jeans, my grey flannel shirt, black star navel ring, silver star captive bead lip ring, and my cropped leather jacket. I brushed on my black eyeshadow, mascara, and eyeliner, also applying my red lipgloss. I grabbed my black veil brides book bag, throwing my math and biology homework into it, & I ran down the hall. I snatched the keys to my Camero off the counter, running out to the garage, & going to school. I arrived, parking my car next to Christians and getting out. Christian was smoking, holding 2 vanilla iced coffee's from Starbucks as usual. I walk over and swipe the cigarette from his hand. Taking a drag myself before handing it back.

"Sorry." I apologize for taking his cigarette.

"It's okay dear." Christian said, handing me a coffee. I opened it, sipping it slowly. Christian sipped his with me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me into his body protectively. I leaned up and kissed his chiseled jaw.

"Jump?" Christian asked. I jumped and he grabbed my thighs, holding me on his hip. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek softly. He turned his head and pressed his lips softly to mine.

"I love you." Christian said as he grabbed my bag. He carried me into the school, setting me down by my locker and going to grab his books to biology. We met up by the science room door, and I leaned on him, laying my head on his chest.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too baby." He responded, wrapping his arms around my back and resting his chin on my head.

"EMO FAG!!!!" One of our high school football jocks called out, most likely not knowing I was there.

"FUCKING BASTARD!" I called out at him. I was basically the most desired girl in school, simply because I was famous. It bugged me sometimes. The Jocks eyes went wide when he realized who he had just pissed off.

"Sorry Kristin, I-I-I didn't see you." He called out, walking towards Christian and I.

"Fucking EMO Boy! Why don't you just go home and kill yourself, nobody likes you anyway." The jock yelled. I took a step closer, unzipping one of my shoes, as the guy punched Christian in the mouth. I hit the guy over the head with my high heeled, knee high studded converse.

"Leave my boyfriend alone!!!" I growled. I picked up my song book, Biology homework, and helped Christian up. I then brought him into the girls bathroom.

"I can't be in here!" He whispered.

"Christian, you'll be fine, just let me help you." I remark.

"Thanks for standing up for me." Christian said. I went over to the sink and wet a paper towel. I sat him down on the floor and knelt down next to him, pressing the wet towel to his cut lip. Christian hissed out in pain.

"Shhhhh....I'll make this up to you during lunch." I told him. I leaned over and kissed the Adam's apple of his throat, making him growl slightly. We walked out of the bathroom, and we kissed.

"Ewwwwww...what is the black haired sleeping beauty doing kissing the king of death?" Taylor Tavarozi squealed. Yes, just like her mother Kina, Taylor is a blonde Barbie pumped full of silicon and covered in orange spray on tan.

"We'll I don't know, maybe because unlike Barbie, we're dating, and I'm not trying to cram my tongue down his throat like an invasive tapeworm." I snapped. Taylor looked at me baffled.

"You SLUT!" She screamed in her stupid high pitched voice.

"Well, if I'm a slut, then you must be a STD ravaged whore, because I haven't slept with a single guy while you've fucked the whole football team." I said smirking.

"Well at least my father hasn't had sex with a girl in every city he's ever played a concert in." She yelled. That struck a nerve.

"AT LEAST I KNOW WHO MY FATHER IS!" I yelled. She laughed.

"He's probably fucked every girl in Los Angeles." She smirked.

"Take. That. Back." I growled.

"What, did your dad sleep with you too? He sure slept with my mom, and they BOTH liked it." Taylor smirked again, knowing she was pissing me off.

I raised my fist in anger & slugged her shoulder.

"My dad changed when he met my mom. The only reason he fucked your mom was because she was an easy lay slut & my dad needed to get laid." I retorted, turning around and walking back to Christian. I looked at him lovingly, as he did to me.

"Let's get to Biology, this bitch's voice is giving me a migraine." I say as Christian wrapped his arm around my waist.

Nobody insults my dad.

Nobody.