Unexpected

Chapter One

This book is for all of you who are afraid of people finding out who you are. This is for the boys that hideaway in their mind. This is for the girls that cry themselves to sleep or worse things. Labels mean nothing when you are everything. We're all human and we deserve the right to be heard. This is for you.

(Jenna is on the side)

"Shit," I mutter as my skateboard flies out from under me again. I just stand and watch it as it rolls down the bowl ramp and comes to a stop in front of the cute dark haired guy covered in tattoos. He looks up and meets my gaze before smirking.

"Again?"

"Shut up," I snap.

He grabs my board and runs up the ramp to stand in front of me. The board falls to my feet and he grins, revealing his dimples. "Jenna, I'm starting to think you're a real girl if you keep falling."

"I'm having a bad day. Leave me alone." I snatch my board away from him and raise my eyebrows.

"You're super sassy today."

"It's my best quality." I huff and run a hand through my dark hair that's stringy and hangs below my boobs. My black beanie matches my dark skinny jeans and red and black plaid button up shirt. My black Vans are dirty from skating all day and I'm irritable.

"Why is your day so bad?" Jake asks while walking to a bench where we sit beside each other.

"I don't know." I pull out a cigarette and take a puff and then let him have a puff. Smoking isn't very attractive for girls or so I've heard. But I don't know; I feel like I look pretty hot while doing it. Plus, if it weren't for smoking I'd cuss everyone out. For a girl I have colorful vocabulary and a pretty bad temper. I get in fights a lot, although I don't plan on fighting. It just happens.

"Tony!" Jake yells.

I roll my eyes as Tony walks over to us with two girls flanking him. His dark hair is darker than Jake's, but they share the same blue eyes. He's kind of pale and pretty skinny. His stripped blue and light blue sweatshirt clings to him and his Vans hat is on backwards.

"Hey guys," he says with a grin.

"Tony," I say.

"Satan," he replies.

"Always nice to see you."

"When are you going to quit smoking?" he asks.

"When you grow a dick." I finish my cigarette and throw it on the ground. He laughs off my insult, because we do this all the time. People would probably think we hated each other, but in fact I'd do anything for him and Jake. They're pretty much family.

"Hey guys, this is Zoey and Emma."

"Hi," they both say.

"I'm Emma," the girl says. Her dirty blonde hair is in a side braid and her dress with flowers on it makes me want to vomit. At least they meet a pair of black combat boots. Her nails are painted bright red, which matches my lip stick. She notices me staring and quickly looks away. Weird.

"Zoey," the other girl says. Her hair is so blonde it's almost white and a red bandana is tied around the top of her head. Her blue-jean jacket hangs to the top of her thighs and her skinny jeans meet a pair of maroon Doc Martens. Her lips are a slight shade of pink and they're glossy. I meet her gaze and wow, are her eyes are green. They're the kind of green that make you intimidated. She's staring right at me and she raises her eyebrow. "What are you looking at?"

"Not much," I reply.

"Can we please leave?" she whines.

"Why don't you bitch a little more?" I snap and stand up.