Just My Kind Of Girl - ON HOLD...

                                                              Just My Kind Of Girl

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Prologue

  

My hands shook uncontrollably as I ran up the stairs, the cold winter air nipping at my wet, bare arms. My mind raced quickly at the worst case scenario.

'No, nothing bad could happened. Relax.' Then little voice in my head kept telling me over and over.

But something else kept telling me No.

Something can go wrong.

I froze as my hand reach midway in the air. My fist laid softly on the door.

No, I can't do this. I can't. He hates me. They hate me.

My hand stretched out, my palm resting flat on the cool surface of the door while my heart hammered in my chest. I backed away from the door until my back hit the cold wall.

Why? Why me?

I tried to so hard to keep myself from getting in trouble.

Now look at me.

I'm in front of the door of the only person who may be willing to help me in my time of need.

I slid down the cold wall, cradling my head between my knees. A single tear fell down my already tear-stained face.

"Nah, let Leigh get- Kristen Lee? What the- What's wrong?" He asked walking out of his apartment.

He kneeled down in front of me, his hand cupping my cheek. He wiped the single tear that rolled down my face. I shook my head, pulling a smirk onto my face.

"Do you really want to know? Or do you need to get back to Leigh and your friends?" I muttered.

I wiped my eyes, standing up and placing a hand on my hip. I cocked my head, looking at him. His messy black hair that unruly hung past his neck, his soft blue- Wait, why am I checking him out?

"Come in. Your soaked to the bone and it's freezing out here. Your crazy for just coming out here in just a black tank top, ripped jeans and some Converse."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, thanks for reminding me of the freezing winter rain. My soaked hair that happens to be dripping down my back and my "soaked to the bone" shoes. Do you want to continue, or can you help me?"

He placed a arm around my shoulder, dragging me inside the warm house.

"Welcome back. You know, you really haven't changed. I mean, your look has, with the tats and that nose piercing and..."

I raised an eyebrow, making his speech cut short. "Are you checking me out, Mr. Kane?"

He turned to shut the door, then back to look at me. He made a sound that sounded like a short laugh, jumped over the couch, stretching his legs out and closing his eyes.

"Never, Kriss. Now, How did you end up in front of my house by the way?"

"The boogeyman chased me from McDonalds while I was eating a McBurger with some McFries."

"C'mon. At least tell me. Maybe I can help you with this boogeyman."

I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms in the process.

"I thought you hated me. Why help. someone like me?"

His slowly opened his eyes as he stood up. He walked over to me with long strides. He stopped about a foot away, mimicking my stance.

"Like I told you three years ago, that won't change your judgement, wait, my judgment about you. We've been friends since diaper, and we still are."

His words hit me hard. My heart skipped a beat as I looked into his eyes. He smiled, his eyes showing true happiness as he looked at me. I gave him an honest smile, then shivering at my cold clothes.

"C'mon, let's get you warm. I'll give you something to wear and make us some snacks."

I grinned at his gesture to me to enter the bathroom.

"There's toweles in the closet to your right. When your done, go to the room on the left."

I nodded, placing a hand on the door and shutting it. I peeled the wet clothes off and took a quick hot shower. The warm water hitting my skin relaxed me, making all my troubles go away for an instant.

I quickly finished and ran to the room.

The wrong room.

This is his room.

The messy bedspread thrown at the head of the bed, the pillows at the foot. Clothes laid everywhere and magazines by the desk in the corner. I jumped as knocking came from behind me.

"Kriss, the clothes are on the small couch."

I looked over to the couch in the corner, a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt on top. I quickly got dressed, placing the towel back and my clothes in a plastic bag. I walked back down the long hallway into the living room.

"Hey! You better?"

"If by better, you mean hungry, then yes."

He nodded, "That's right. The boogeyman chased you from McDonalds. Well tell me what happened."

I stiffened. Truth was, I was chased from McDonalds. Obviously not by the fucking boogeyman.

But by my aunts boyfriend.

But how do I tell him, without telling everything?.....

And without getting his into my mess?......