Judging By The Cover (Amazon and AceFlyer)
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				Title: <strong>Judging By The Cover (Amazon and AceFlyer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 20:31:37</strong>
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				It was a typical day for her.<br><br>After leaving the apartment and the more or less uneventful walk to the school, things happened just as they did every single other day. She was tripped walking into the school, her desk in her first class fell apart when she sat in it (and of course, the teacher blamed her for it), and dodge ball in PE class had become a nineteen on one game. She had suffered a stupidity moment during lunch, and instead of going outside to each her lunch in rather safety she had taken a seat in the cafeteria. For her stupidity, her first lunch tray had been flipped up as she was walking to a seat, getting food all over her jacket. And when she had sat down after getting her second tray she was shoved face-first into the food. The bell ended lunch rang before she had gotten anything more than a slight bite.<br><br>The rest of the day had continued more or less like that. Being tripped in the hall way, spitballs shot at her, one kid opening a door so it slammed into her as she walked by the room...But she took it all in stride, not giving her tormentors the pleasure of seeing her break and start crying.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/Nozer/_lost__by_valentinakallias-d2nsyev.jpg)</div>It was hard to figure out why people hated Kristen as much as they did. It wasn't like she was an ugly girl. She was quite the opposite in fact. Deep, sapphire blue eyes were set in a very pretty, pale face, and framed by long black hair that fell to about the middle of her back. She was a slim girl, lacking the gracious curves that today's society seemed to demand any woman worth attention had, and that in fact was part of the reason for her self-esteem issues. Half the reason she wore her hair long now was because when she had it cut short (thanks to an incident involving gum and whatever the hell that slime they poured on her was) she had been mistaken for a boy a bit too often. Now, she could have worn less baggy clothes, but then she would have just opened herself up to more insults about her body...<br><br>Things caught up to her in Multi-Purpose period, though. About a half-hour long period where students were in their homerooms, doing homework or just quietly socializing, Kristen had to practically beg the teacher in the room for a pencil so she could work on a few of her drawings, and foolishly left her drawing book on her desk. She really should have known better by now. After the teacher begrudgingly gave her a pencil, she had turned back to her desk, and froze. The head cheerleader girl from the day before was standing by her desk, looking through her book, looking at each page before ripping it out and handing it to another girl, who ripped it up into little tiny pieces and dropped them on her desk.<br><br>Despite not believing at all her drawings were any good, it hurt to see them just so carelessly shredded. She had spent a lot of time on some of those...She couldn't just let her drawing be destroyed.<br><br>"Stop it, please..."<br><br>Stepping forward she tried grabbing the book and pulling it away from the cheerleader. Grabbing the girl's wrist, Kristen found herself yanked back suddenly, and turning to see who grabbed her, only to see a hand as another girl slapped her across the face.<br><br>"Don't you touch her, freak! We can have you getting her sick for the meet today."<br><br>That started up a sudden chorus of the rest of the kids in the room flinging insults at her, which lasted for a few minutes, until the bell rang. The bell silenced them, much more than the teacher did who had only smirked at some of the insults, and the kids started leaving. Kristen just stood where she was, eyes downcast and holding the side of her face where she had been hit, until everyone had left. Picking up the drawing book from where the cheerleader had dropped it, she opened it up. A few drawings had been spared, and thankfully the one from her dream was one of them. But still...Almost every page had been ripped out.<br><br>"Clean up your mess before you leave, Ms. Grey, and try not to make another one."<br><br>Kristen just nodded in submission to the teacher's unfair order as he left the room, leaving her alone in the room. Sitting down in her desk she started gathering up the torn pieces of paper, before finally just giving in. Tears welling in her eyes, she just fingered the paper pieces. What had she done to deserve this? Never had she done anything to them, yet they always treated her like this...Shaking her head and wiping away the tears, she started to pick up the scraps of her drawings, putting them away into her notebook in the hopes that she could tape them back together at home, gathered her stuff and left the classroom. With any luck, her torture for the day was over.<br><br>Naturally, not even Lady Luck was on her side, for as she stepped out of the classroom a hand grabbed her, pulling her over and pushing her up against the lockers. The boyfriends of the cheerleaders that had tormented her in the classroom were around her, none of them looking too happy.<br><br>"We heard you were giving our girls a hard time..." the quarterback said, his voice low. The halls were empty, and the hall monitor had already been bribed off to not be in this part of the school. And it wasn't like her teacher would realize she was missing...<br><br>"So boys, what do you think we should do? Get her reacquainted with her locker, or, see how she likes being stuck in our locker room when the gym class gets out?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Judging By The Cover (Amazon and AceFlyer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 19:17:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4575658704_5b3f6e9eae.jpg)</div> Jack Stockwell was different than rest of the girls in the school. Where most of the girls were busy fooling around with boys and trying to win popularity contests, she never cared about those things. In fact, she could've cared less what others thought about her in the first place. To her it had never mattered and being never the one to follow conventions, she had gladly given middle finger to many of the popular cliches and just preferred to live her own life. A quiet person who liked to go about their own business, not many really knew her in the school because she almost never spoke to anybody except people who intrigued her. Besides, her androgynous appearance didn't help either as it caused most to think that it was a very well defined (and well endowed!) boy they were talking to. Not that Jack had any problems with that..as she had always considered herself more one of the boys than amongst the girls. She spent more time with her brothers since she was a kid, going out drinking with them as one of them, chatting about girls and conquests amongst many other things. In fact, it would've been safe to say that she felt more comfortable as a burly man than as your average girly girl. And that's what she chose to be..moving around as a boy for most part. It wasn't all that easy, taping the breasts and always wearing a strap-on between your pants or pissing while standing up..but she had learned the craft gradually. Her boyish features coupled with a rather muscular frame came in handy in disguising too.<br><br>For her, it was gonna just another regular, boring day at the school. Her new school since her parents had just moved in to this place, causing her to transfer schools. Most of the classes she spent sitting in the back yawning and looking at the pretty redhead sitting couple of desks away from her. Transferred from another town since she had been signing some forms earlier with her as well, she certainly looked sexy..especially that cute bottom of hers. It was already giving Jack some seriously kinky ideas and she licked her lips at times, imagining certain things. As her class finished she thought about approaching the beautiful girl..but she had vanished hurriedly. Jack sighed a bit..oh well, there was always tomorrow. But at least now she had something to look forward to instead of just lame classes, she thought to herself with a smile. Humming a song to herself she was walking through the corridors, she heard some noise coming. Running towards the commotion, the sight which she saw astonished her. Bunch of boys were harassing an innocent looking girl and giving her various threats. Jack raised an eyebrow in disgust before calling out. "Hey you, is that the way you treat a lady you impotent piece of shit?" She growled out, her voice booming loudly coming from her large body. "And I was told they had some rules and order in this shithole. But it definitely seems the other day round to me. Now back off from the girl before things get worse!" She stared hard in the eyes of the guys troubling the girl. Her fists had balled up unknowingly, almost ready for what might be headed her way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Judging By The Cover (Amazon and AceFlyer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 20:46:53</strong>
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				The jocks looked up when they heard someone yelling at them, surprise on all of their faces. Used to ruling the school, of no one, not even the teacher, standing up to them, hearing someone raise their voice came as a shock to all of them. The quarterback dropped Kristen, forgetting her for the moment, turning to look at the punk that decided to go against the way the school worked. Only...The boy wasn't one that any of them recognized. <br><br>"Who the fuck are you?" the quarterback said. He was actually a bit smaller than Jack, he had a great passing game and avoiding other players trying to tackle him, but he wasn't very big or brawny. It was enough to harass someone like Kristen, but...This new kid might be trouble. Looking over his shoulder, two of the other players started moving towards her. Linesmen, they were both big and bulky meat heads. Repeating senior year for the second time, they were the thugs in the school. If the quarterback, or the cheerleaders, wanted something done they went to these two. The school nurse always had her hands full, thank to their antics.<br><br>"Deal with this punk," the quarterback told them, grabbing Kristen again and dragging the struggling girl down the hall. "I'll be back once I take care of this bitch..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Judging By The Cover (Amazon and AceFlyer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:06:34</strong>
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				Jack watched the two large guys move towards her whilst the smaller guy was dragging the girl away. "Why, dragging a girl like that because no other girl would hang out with you willingly because you can't get it up man, is that it?" She called after him and then looked at the large guys approaching. It would be nearly impossible for her to take out both of these massive guys no matter how strong she was. She shook her head and just made a dash towards the third guy before coming in like a tank and tackling him hard from behind with a powerful blow which would knock the air out of him. She was still on her feet and looking at the aftereffects of her sudden attack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Judging By The Cover (Amazon and AceFlyer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:14:09</strong>
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				The two brutes weren't expecting the boy to suddenly dart between them. He was faster than he looked, and they ended up grabbing at nothing but air. So much for the two best linemen on the football team...They could only watch as Jack sprinted at their quarterback and tackled him from behind. The jerk went down, hard, a loud grunt coming out of him as the wind was knocked out of him. The tackle forced him to let go of Kristen, and the girl quickly scrambled away, dashing into the relative safety of the girl's bathroom that was nearby. As bad as the jocks could be at times, none of them were brave enough to go into a girl's bathroom. There were some things that just didn't happen.<br><br>The quarterback was sprawled on the ground, though, groaning. He was stunned, almost out cold, trying to get his breath back. Needless to say, he wasn't used to getting hit, especially without his pads and with the force like Jack just nailed him with. The two linemen walked up a bit cautiously, worried about this new boy now. They were typical bullies, all big and tough when their prey didn't fight back, but now...<br><br>"Damn..." one of them said, "You hit him harder than the sack he got in the last game..."<br><br>The other one shook his head. "We don't have a beef with you...How about we forget this happened, huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Judging By The Cover (Amazon and AceFlyer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:21:08</strong>
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				Jack looked at the brutes suddenly backing off and smirked. "Yeah..just leave then. Leave this punk with me, i've got some business with him..and don't tell anybody this happened, alright?" She said and focused her attention back to the guy who lying on the floor in front of her. Leaning forward, Jack grabbed by the collar and pulled him up before giving him a solid punch on the face before slamming him on the wall. "Piece of shit. If I ever see you troubling her, or anybody else for that matter again, I would fuck you up so bad that even castration would feel wonderful to you, understood?" She snarled out at him. "Now fuck off from my eyesight you disgusting worm!" She shouted, whilst knocking on the door of girls bathroom. "Come out, it's safe now." She said just loud enough for Kristen inside to hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Judging By The Cover (Amazon and AceFlyer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:42:05</strong>
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				Kristen was cowering on the floor of the bathroom, just inside the door, her back pressed against she. She heard everything that was going on out there. She heard the two big linemen wimp out and leave, abandoning the quarterback. And she heard the thrashing that this new kid was giving the boy. Oh God, she was going to be this boy's next target. All but crying, she cringed as she heard the new boy start yelling, threatening things that were way worse than many threats she had heard before. Finally, she heard the quarterback mutter something and run off, likely with his tail between his legs. Now, if the new kid would just leave...<br><br>But he didn't. Hearing the boy calling after her, telling her it was safe to come out, Kristen only froze. She didn't say anything, she didn't move. There was no way she was going out into the hall while Jack was still out there. She wasn't that stupid, to deliver herself back into the hands of someone who had to be her new tormentor. One bully fighting another for ownership of the local target...<br><br>She really wished she knew why everyone hated her so much...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Judging By The Cover (Amazon and AceFlyer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:51:14</strong>
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				Jack knew the girl was probably shivering in there since she hadn't come out at all. She shrugged, wondering what was so wrong with her before giving a light knock on the door again. "Hey, listen..look i'm not going to hurt you. I'm not like those guys..heck this is my first day at school and I don't even know anybody here yet! But when I saw the shit that was happening to you, I couldn't just sit there and see what was taking place, you know? Hence I did what I did. Besides, those bullies deserved it for picking on you. Now it's fine if you don't want to come out..but I just wanted to clarify things with you..i'm leaving now, bye." She said and turned around, walking quietly in the opposite direction.
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				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 22:16:37</strong>
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				Kristen would have to be forgiven for not believing what she heard. Why should she? From grades one through twelve, she had been constantly picked on and harassed. She was never given a break, not even in the face of tragedy. So how could she believe that now, for no reason other than doing what was "right," that someone was actually helping her out?<br><br>Besdies...Jack was big, and angry sounding, and scary looking...<br><br>Once she heard the footsteps walking away, she counted to ten, before standing up. Cracking the door she peeked out into the hall, making sure it was clear before she stepped out. She was already late for her class, so...There was no point in going there. She would only get in trouble for being late with no excuse. She could just go to the library...No one was ever in there, as the librarian was, well, never there. She could wait out there for her next class...
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 17:30:48</strong>
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				As Jack was walking away she could here the door crack open behind as the girl she had just saved was sneaking out. She wondered what was the problem of the girl, especially when she had just saved her and was trying to become friends with the girl. Noticing the girl walk out, she called over suddenly. "Hey you, come over here...yeah, you!" She said pointing her index finger towards Kristen in an authoritative manner. She was now determined more than ever to find out what had been the story with this girl.
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				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 17:41:15</strong>
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				Kristen yelped, jumping and spinning around when she heard someone yell at her. Seeing the new boy pointing a finger at her, telling her to come over to her, she just froze. She couldn't make her feet move towards the imposing, strong new bully, but at the same time she couldn't run away either. She had seen how quickly the boy could move, so running was just going to be a waste of time. But she had to do something.<br><br>Ultimately, though, years of abuse had conditioned her to do as she was told, and she started walking nervously and meekly towards Jack, clutching her back to her chest as if it would shield her.<br><br>"P-Please don't hurt me..." she stuttered out, stopping a few feet away from the new boy, keeping out of arm, or punching, distance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Judging By The Cover (Amazon and AceFlyer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 12:47:06</strong>
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				Jack watched the jumpy girl approach her finally. And now she was stuttering as if Jack was about to rape her or something. She raised an eyebrow and looked towards her with her arms crossed. "Now why in the name of god would I want to hurt you? Just because someone else was up to something nasty that doesn't mean everybody is out to get you, you know? I saw some shit happen to you and I wasn't happy about that..so I saved you, that's all to it dear. I don't expect any sexual favours or anything in return. I can get plenty of action on my own when I want to..the name's Jack by the way." She smirked and held her hand out.
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				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 01:14:24</strong>
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				Jack's tone was one that made Kristen doubt whether she was supposed to be afraid or intimidated or thankful of what he had done for her. After all, why wouldn't he want to hurt her? She was apparently the human punching bag and stress reliever for just about everyone in the school. Well, if Jack was a new student, he wouldn't know that yet...Though where did the sexual favors thought come from? That was just...eww, no thank you. <br><br>When the hand was offered, Kristen looked at it, hesitant, before finally taking it and shaking it lightly. Her grip was weak and soft, the girl obviously didn't have much strength to her.<br><br>"Um...I'm K-Kristen..." she said, before taking her hand back. Well, if Jack claimed all he really did was save her...."Thank you, then, for...for helping me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Judging By The Cover (Amazon and AceFlyer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 15:46:58</strong>
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				Jack shook Kristen's hand in her firm grip and smiled. "Nice to meet you Kristen. And you don't have to be all that formal to me..I saw some wrong, nasty shit happen and had to stop it. I know staff of the school won't be taking any action against this..so someone has to stand up, right?" She smiled brightly at that. "So, we in the same class or what? I don't know shit about things around here!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Judging By The Cover (Amazon and AceFlyer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 23:10:09</strong>
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				Kristen's grip was a bit pathetic in comparison to Jack's. Of course, by looking at her, it was obvious she didn't really have much to her at all. She was quick to pull her hand back once it was let go, adjusting the bag on her shoulder and listening to the new student. And when he asked if they were in the same class, all she could do was shrug. How was she supposed to know?<br><br>"Um...I d-don't know...If you have a class schedule, I can...t-tell you where you need to go, though..." she muttered. The office should have printed Jack's schedule out for him, and she could at least tell him what classrooms he had to go to to repay him for helping her.
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 13:33:54</strong>
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				"Oh yeah..schedule right, they did give me one. But all it did was to confuse me." Jack said with a sheepish grin and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and held it in front of Kristen. "There you go, hope that helps a bit in solving my silly problem!"
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				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 23:20:47</strong>
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				Kristen just took the paper, unfolding it from its crumpled state as well as she could before looking at it. She really didn't understand why they made the information they put on these schedules so confusing, but, once you knew how everything worked, it was easy enough to figure out. And the girl felt her heart drop a bit when she say that Jack was in every...single...class together. There was no way that this could be good...<br><br>Even if Jack was one to just help those who needed in and stop bad things, well, he was going to be getting involved in a lot of situations like the one today, and that wasn't going to be good for either of them. And if he was just a one-time helper, well, then she would be stuck with her new bully in all of her classes. There had to be a reason the world hated her...She just wished she knew what it was.<br><br>"Oh...Um...Well...I guess...We share the same exact schedule. That's...odd..." she mumbled, fidgeting a bit nervously. "I guess, in that case, you're already late for your next class, if you want me to show you where it is?"
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