Unexpected

Chapter One

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Ugh why did I set that alarm so early? Resisting the urge to throw the device across the room and going ape shit on it, I immediately press the most precious word for a person to read at 6 in the morning. Snooze. I mean, 5 extra minutes of sleep won't hurt anybody, right?

*beep*

Now who the fuck would text me at 6 in the god damn morning. Groaning, I reach for the annoying iPhone. In case you couldn't tell, I'm not really a "morning person".

From: Hoebag

WAKE UP YOU SLUT. PLAN DYLAN STARTS TODAY.

That would be Alyssa, my only best friend. Now what is Plan Dylan, you might ask? Well let me start from the beginning. Last summer, approximately 63 days ago, I grew the balls to ask out the guy I've been crushing on for 2 straight years. The one and only, Dylan Carter. Unfortunately, I was unaware that the hot douchebag only thought of me as a friend. The next couple of weeks contained me moping around in pajamas eating ice cream and watching reruns of Pretty Little Liars until one day, Alyssa said that she was tired of seeing me being depressed and that it was "unhealthy" for me. Reluctantly, I agreed to come up with a plan. A plan to make Dylan Carter fall for me. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Plan Dylan came to be.

I now have no choice but to get out of my comfortable bed and get ready for school. I step into the shower and start...you know, showering. A good 30 minutes later, I step out and change into my studded black shorts and an Obey tank top. I'm not the type of girl who wears a lot of makeup. Just some eyeliner and mascara, and I'm good to go. I mean, why waste all that time on makeup, when at the end of the day, it just ends up being wiped off? Giving a final stroke to my right eyelash, I put away the small drugstore mascara, quickly put my phone in my backpack, and rush downstairs to greet my mom.

"Morning, mom. I'm not really in the mood for breakfast. See you later, k bye."

I quickly say as I rush out of the kitchen. I was really trying to avoid staying to hear The Mom Speech. It only happens once every year, which also happens to be on the first day of school.

"Jaidelyn Ann Brookes, you are staying in this house and not leaving until you eat these pancakes. You're skinny enough as it is."

"But mom-"

"No buts. Now sit."

So close. I walk back inside and sit across from her.

"You know, when I was your age, I was always excited about school and blah blah blah blah..."

I try to zone out and focus on eating the delicious pancakes. I've heard the same speech 4 other times already. I practically know every word of it. No sex, no parties, no slacking off. My mom isn't really strict, but she can be at times. I mean, she has to play both roles of parenting, so I don't blame her for it. My dad left us when I was 7. I don't know why it happened. It just did.

"Is that understood young lady?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. I understand. Mom, if I stay any longer I'll be late for school. I'll be home after work. Love you, bye."

I quickly put my empty plate in the sink and rush out of the door. Any second longer and she would be having the "no sex till marriage" talk. And trust me; you do not want to stay for that. 10 minutes later, I park my old car in the school parking lot and rush to first period. Algebra 2.

"I'm sorry for being late Mrs. Stevenson it won't happen agai- Whoa. You're not Mrs. Stevenson."

"Before I was so rudely interrupted, let me introduce myself again. My name is Mr. Lewis and I will be your new math teacher."