A/N: Plot and some characters are mine. LAUGUAGE! THIS IS THE MAJOR WARNING!
JadisSnape wrote most of this chapter. So if it sucks, it's her fault! Just kidding!
Kristen walked into the courtyard with a smile on her face. Football practice was going on so she walked to the bleachers and sat down. The "cheerleaders" approached her.
"Hey girlfriend! Wanna hang with us?" their leader, Ms. Tucker said.
"I don't want to talk." Kristen said as Paul, Caretaker and Nate ran towards her.
"She's alive!" Caretaker yelled, raising his hands to the sky in an enlarged gesture.
"Of course." Kristen said, laying her hand over her heart and fanning herself. She told them what had happened from when she got out of the hotbox to right then.
"That slimy bastard!" Paul said. "He planned this!"
"I really don't think he did." Kris said.
"What?" Nate asked sharply.
"He didn't seem like he planned this, that's all." Kris said quietly.
Nate sometimes reminded her of her dad. And that could be a good thing or a bad thing.
"He's playing you!" Caretaker said, throwing his hands up in the air, this time in a fed up gesture.
"Come on, you can't really think that he's being nice! He's just tryin to-" Paul said but I cut him off.
"I don't want to know what you think he's tryin! I have to believe the best of him until he gives me reason to contradict him." She said and then she walked away.
None of them knew that Brian was standing within earshot and they didn't see his smile.
By dinner time, almost everyone knew all about Kristen's situation. As they say, telegraph, telegram, teleinmate! Kristen sat apart from everyone else; she still didn't want to talk to the guys. Whispers were everywhere and she lost it when she heard, "I bet ten bucks she's screwing him by the end of the week."
Kristen stood up and walked to the man who had said that. She grabbed his neck and pulled him up. His face showed surprise as she kneed him in the stomach. People started cheering as she broke his nose, stomped his foot and then was about to press the two pressure points in the neck that cuts off the blood to your brain when someone grabbed her from behind. Strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against their chest. They picked her up and carried her out of the cafeteria, her yelling the whole time.
"Will you calm down?!" Brian asked as he let her go in the hallway.
"Yes, but he pissed me off! He made a bet that I would be sleeping with you by the end of the week!" she said.
"And you care?" he asked, amazed. "You never cared what people said about you. All that mattered was getting your education."
"That's the problem! I don't have anything to occupy my time except books!" she countered.
He started walking and she followed.
"Well, that problem will be solved tomorrow. You are now the guards attending football physician." Brian said. "And you will not leave my sight. You've already got them riled up and Kruse has friends, friends that will not hesitate to harm you."
Kristen sighed. "I don't know which is worse. Getting the shit beat outta me or dealing with the comments of being the football teams "physician"." She muttered darkly.
Brian didn't answer, he just kept walking. Kris noticed that they were heading towards the back of the prison, away from all of the cells. He was obviously taking her to his room. He stopped in front of a door, typed in a code on a key pad and opened the door.
"Paranoid much?" she asked as she followed him in.
"No, that was installed to keep you in." he said, turning around to face her.
His room was dark blue with a huge dresser, a TV with a DVD player, a stereo, a desk, a closet and a huge bed. There was a door that led to what Kris assumed was the bathroom.
"The bathroom's through that door. All the stuff that your brother sent you is in there. I'll find you a change of clothes. That's one thing your brother forgot to send you." he said, slightly condescending.
"Yeah, along with a toothbrush, toothpaste, a brush and lotion." She said and then she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
She grabbed her shampoo, conditioner and jumped into the shower. She had just gotten in when she heard yelling.
"Capitan Knauer, Inmate Marez has another package! Warden wants you to come and get it!" someone yelled.
There was a pause. "Fine! I'll be there in a sec!"
There was a knocking on the door.
"I have to go get another box that's yours. The room will be locked so don't even try to leave." Brian said.
"Why would I want to leave when I have no clean clothes to change into?" she asked.
"Shut up." He said and then left.
Kristen smiled and went back to her shower. The warm water felt good on her dirty skin. She washed her hair twice and then shut off the shower. She had just gotten out when the door opened. Brian walked in with another box. He stopped when Kristen screeched.
"Get out!" she yelled, grabbing a towel and covering herself.
He stared at her for a minute.
"Your brother sent this box too. It has the lotion, brush, the rest of what you said and clothes." He said, still staring at her.
"Thank you. Now get out." She said, taking the box. He looked at her one last time and left.
Kristen changed into shorts and a tank top, put her hair in a towel, piled her stuff into one box and walked out into the bedroom. Brain had just turned on the TV and was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up when she walked in.
"You can have the bathroom now." she said, putting her box in a corner.
"K." he said, grabbing some clothes from a chair and walking into the bathroom, shutting the door.
Kristen changed the channel from Football to Grease and sat down on the bed. She put lotion on and was sitting there watching the movie when Brain came out of the shower thirty minutes later. He came out in just sweatpants and his hair was wet. She saw his six-pack and her breath hitched. She had forgotten how good he looked without his shirt on. He had often paraded around the football field at Florida State without his shirt on. Most of the time for her benefit. He walked to the closet and got out a blanket. He grabbed a pillow from the bed, set it on the floor and laid out the blanket. He was about to sit down when Kristen spoke.
"What are you doin?" she asked.
He looked up surprised. "Goin to bed."
"You're not sleeping on the floor. You playin football and sleepin on a floor is gonna throw your back all outta whack. And I don't wanna have to pop it back into place!" she said, standing up. "We're both adults, mature adults and you know better than to try anything."
He half smiled and put the blanket back in the closet and set the pillow back on the bed. He turned the covers down, walked to his dresser and opened the doors. He got out two cans and shut the doors. He threw one can at Kris and she caught it. It was a Budweiser.
"You are the best person in the whole entire world Brian!" she said, hugging him. She quickly pulled back but un-tensed when she saw his smile. "I can call you Brian now?"
"Yes, but no Bri Bri. And I won't call you Krissy." He said, sitting down on the bed.
"Deal." She said, opening the beer and sitting down also.
They watched all of Grease and threw away their cans. Kris was the first to lie down and Brian soon followed. He lay as close to the edge of the bed as he could. Kris had her back to him and smiled.
"That hurts your back too." She said. "I don't bite. Hard."
He laughed and scooted closer into the bed. She heard him sigh in relief. She turned over, kissed his cheek, and laid her head right beside his. He patted her head and they both fell asleep.