Unexpected

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 (Saturday, August 31)

Logan Academy. This is the school my parents thought would be "perfect" for me. This place is for rich snooty kids. I mean, I am technically rich, but I definitely don't flaunt it. This is my nightmare, a bunch of rich kids trapped inside a boarding school. I take a deep breath and walk through the front doors.

The principal stands there to greet me. "Hi Kensington! I'm Headmaster Prock and I welcome you to our fine academy. I'm sure you will love your last year here!"

I smile weakly and say with heavy sarcasm, "Oh, I'm sure I will."

"Oh, you definitely will. I think you will really love your roommate!" she says, completely missing the sarcasm.

"Well I better get moving to go meet her!" I reply eager to end this conversation.

"Bye Kensington! Have a great first day."

I groan as she walks away and mutter, "This day is going to be anything, but great." I start to walk towards my room and I get plenty of weird looks along the way. I don't think I'm the typical boarding school type. All these girls are preppy, blond headed, blue eyed, bimbos whose parents get everything for them. While I have dark hair, deep green eyes, and sun kissed skin. I am also as far from preppy as you can get.

I finally make it to my room and when I walk in I see one of the most striking girls I've ever seen. She has mocha colored skin, piercing grey eyes, dark brown hair, and stands at about 5"7. She is unpacking and hasn't looked up since I walked in the door. "Hi, I'm Kensington, but call me Ken or just about anything else," I say.

"Hey, I'm Katrina." She says while still unpacking. "You're new, right?" She asks.

"Yea, that obvious?" I ask.

She eyes me up and down and says, "Just a little."

I look down at my outfit. I was wearing a leather skirt, bright red peplum shirt, and black studded ankle boots. "Why?" I ask.

"If you want to fit in here, I would lose the edgy punk-rock vibe and go for something more like that," she said while pointing to some girls out the window. They were wearing skinny jeans that I'm sure were expensive, cardigans, and Uggs. I groaned and glared back at her.

"Wait, you are wearing something very similar to what I'm wearing." I say. She is wearing skintight black jeans, a yellow shirt, a leather jacket, and knee high tan boots.

"Obviously, because I've been here for a lot longer and this is what people expect. I'm not the new girl with no friends," she says.

"I'm definitely not changing my look, so people can just learn to deal and I have friends!" I say angrily.

"Really, who?" She asks.

"Uh,"

"That's what I thought. Don't say I didn't warn you." She says while walking out the door.

I sigh and sit down on my bed and pull out my phone. There were no new messages, so I decide that I'm going to go for a run. I pull on shorts and a shirt and grab my phone and headphones and walk out the door. Running has calmed me ever since the incident 2 years ago. It takes my mind off things and makes me have less anxiety and in my life, that's hard to find. As I was walking out the door I noticed a very attractive boy out on the soccer field. He wasn't wearing a shirt and I rolled my eyes. He was just doing that so he would get some female attention. I run past him and I can feel his eyes on me. I never once glance back.

I make it 3 miles when I decide to quit. When I walk into my dorm Katrina still isn't here and I finally noticed how nice this room actually was. It was set up sort of apartment style. It had a main living area with a room on either side, both with our own bathroom. I groaned and suddenly remembered that no one could ever think my family skimped on education. Of course my parents would make it seem like they actually cared about their children. I'm sure this school cost what most small houses did.

I walk into my room and grab my shower stuff. I take a long shower to try and fight off the jet lag. When I finish, I quickly dry my hair and side braid it. I apply light makeup and I pick out some dark skinny jeans and a tan leather jacket with a black tank top. I pull out some black combat boots to complete the look. I smear on some red lipstick and look at the clock and notice it is already 6:15, dinner starts in 10 minutes. I head down for dinner and when I walk in to the "cafeteria", it is more like an elegant restraunt, I realize I was very underdressed. I guess I should have worn a dress. No one gave me that memo. I look around the room and tried to find a familiar face in the sea of floral dresses and blazers. I forgot that I only knew one person and she wasn't here, so I walk over to an empty table towards the back and wait for dinner to start. I looked around and noticed that almost everyone around me was trying to secretly glance my way. I guess around here a new girl is a rare occasion. I'm just about to say something to the girl at the table next to mine who is full on starting at me, not even trying to be discreet, when I'm suddenly interrupted.

"Are these seats taken?" A deep voice with a slight British accent from behind asks.

"No, please sit." I say trying not to sound too eager. Then I look up and I groan. Never in a million years would I expect these people to sit with me.

The guy from the soccer field and Katrina.

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Authors Note

Hi guys! This is my first book. I wrote it a couple years ago and realized how terrible it was written, so I'm revamping it for wattpad. I'm going to try my best to make this book not a typical love story. It may end up being pretty typical, but oh well! Those are my favorite books anyway! I imagine Ken as Alexandra Daddario from Percy Jackson and Katrina as Bianca Lawson from Teen Wolf.

Happy Reading!

Love,

Janna