Unexpected

Chapter Three

They set up a fire on the beach and I stare into the flames, cussing myself out mentally. Why would I go up to Zoey like that? Why would I even tell her I remember? She obviously just wants to forget it happened and I need to, too.

"Jenna, why are you so quiet?" Tony asks.

"I dunno," I mumble.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah." I lay my head on Jake's shoulder and close my eyes, listening to the crackling of the fire. She probably only kissed me back because I can be pretty intimidating and I was drunk, which makes me worse. Why am I so strung out over this girl? I barely even know her, this shouldn't be happening.

"Hey love, what's going on?" Jake whispers.

"Nothing," I sigh. I sit up. "Nothing; I'm just being dramatic as always. I'm about to head home."

"Want me to walk you?"

"I'd rather be alone actually." I stand up and glance at all of them, but avoid Zoey. "I'll see you guys later."

"Leaving so soon?" Tony asks.

"Yeah; see you tomorrow." I walk off and get a little disappointed when Zoey doesn't ask me to stay. I should just go back to hating her; that seemed to be working out quite nicely and I wasn't love drunk then.

I stumble into my front door and kick my shoes off. I take a long hot shower and put on shorts and a baggy t-shirt. My hair dangles in strands and I walk around aimlessly looking for something to do. I get bored way too easy, but I couldn't stand staying there with my friends any longer. I try to sleep, but I can't so I end up watching three movies.

When the sun begins to rise and I haven't been to sleep yet, I settle for the fact I won't be sleeping tonight. I walk outside and jump on my skateboard, riding down to the nearest convenient store. Monsters seem to wake me up and with no sleep I'm going to need one, so I grab a green one and then make my way back outside.

I have problems sleeping a lot, so I'm used to this by now, which is something I don't want to be used too. The air smells like salt water and it's chilly, since it's only seven in the morning. I shove the sleeves of my Vans sweatshirt down and walk off. Almost everything I own consist with Vans, because I'm in love with that brand.

It's too early for anything to be open, so I make my way to Jake's house. I know he's asleep so I use my spare key and go inside. I kick off my shoes and make my way to his room to find him sprawled out across the mattress, shirtless. All of his tattoos are visible and I just admire them for a moment. One arm is a complete sleeve and the other is a half sleeve. He's got a few small tattoos across his chest and it would be an understatement to say he's beautiful. Because he's actually more than that; he's astonishing, but I've never had feelings for him; as close as we are most people think we'd be a thing, but we've never even thought about it, which is odd.

I make my way to the living room and crash on his couch while flipping through the channels. I attempt at sleep, but fail miserably. I've never had this hard of a time with sleeping and in frustration I punch the pillow and then punch it again, before I rip it in half. "Well, shit."

"You ripped another pillow?" Jake mutters as he stumbles into the living room.

"Sorry," I say.

"It's fine. Problems sleeping?"

"Yeah."

"You didn't have to wake me." He walks over and falls to the couch, with his head in my lap. He's put on a shirt now and he grabs a blanket off the floor, pulling it to his chin. "Goodnight." I laugh as he slowly falls back to sleep.