Just My Kind Of Girl - ON HOLD...

Chapter 2- No Luck Needed For the Badass

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I woke up, the silver moonlight beaming through the curtians. I looked over to the clock. 5:45am.

Groaning, knowing that I'm not going back to sleep anytime soon, I swung my legs of the bed. The cold floor met my feet.

Shit, why is it so cold?

I wrapped my arms around me, trying to keep warm. I looked around the room for anything to put on, then I saw a sweater hanging on the bed frame. I snatched it off and quickly zipped it on, and walked out into the halllway. The apartment seemed so still, lifeless.

I looked towards the door, remembering the night before. I smirked at Leigh's face when she recognized me. My eyes watered when I remembered a scowl made her face, but I quickly push aside those feelings away and planted a smirk on my face.

I walked into the kitchen, my eyes looking around. I noticed a piece of crumpled paper on the counter. I picked it up, turning the lights on and looking at the words.

Jason Kane

7:00am Room 231

7:50am Room 318....

This is his class schedule.

I jumped when I heard a loud alarm clock go off. I looked at the microwave time. 5:50am.

The alarm stopped, then a groan was heard from a room. There was a sound of stumbling and tripping, then the door flew open. I stood by the opening of the kitchen, looking down the hall.

"Fucking first day of school. More like prison." Jason grumbled.

"Morning Jase."

"Holy shit! Kristen Lee, how long were you standing there for?"

I raised an eyebrow, smiling at his usual tiredness when school started.

"Umm, well, since its 5.54, only four minutes. I was reading."

Now he raised an eyebrow, squinting at my face.

"You read?"

"Just a past time that I like to do. Thanks for asking."

I walked past him, slapping the paper into his chest then walking into the bathroom.

"You have an hour to get ready. Don't be late." I said, winking at him.

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After what felt like literally a 3 hour shower, Jason came out. The towel wrapped around his waist and his wet black hair dripping wet.

"Stop oogling. You look too tough to oogle."

Wait.

What did he say?

"What do you mean too tough? Whats your definition of tough?"

He walked past me, his shoulder bumping into mine.

"Beating the crap out of guys. That kind of stuff."

"Well, thats not tough, thats just natural luck." I said.

He grinned, running a hand through his wet hair. "Not even. Thats skill. You've been beating the crap out of guys since 4 grade."

"Yeah, protecting your scrawny ass."