Unpredictable

Chapter One

Chapter One

"Rose Marie!" I winced. Shit. I'm so dead. It was two am, and I was just getting home. I glanced over at my mother who stood there with her hands on her hips, her glare fixated on me.

"Yes, mum?" I wasn't drunk; I think she thought I was. If I was drunk, I wouldn't have made it all the way to the staircase silently.

She walked towards me, grapping my face in her hands, looking in my eyes to see if they were dilated. And now she's checking to make sure I'm not high. Why did my mum have to be so smart? When she found they weren't, she released me. "What the hell were you doing?"

I rolled my eyes. "I was just out with some friends." I stated simply, but she was still examining me like she was looking for an imperfection, making sure that I was the same as I had been when I left. "Can I go to my room now? I'm tired."

"You wouldn't be so tired if you stopped going out every night." She huffed, and I rolled my eyes again.

"Can I go?" She nodded, and I hurried up the stairs. I was lying, I wasn't tired, I just wanted to get away from her. Just looking at her hurt. Her perfect blonde hair, and pretty blue eyes that I hated. She was gorgeous, and the reason I'm so glad I look like my dad. Everyone says I'm the spitting image of him when he was younger, only female. I had his wavy brown hair, and simple brown eyes. But I wasn't a girl that if you passed on the street, you wouldn't remember seeing.

I stood out in my own way. For one thing, my wardrobe consisted mostly of black. Another thing, I wasn't exactly bad looking, and I knew it. But I didn't stand out just because of my looks; I stood out for other reasons too. I walked like I was the top shit, and when you looked at me, you didn't want to look away. I wore thick black eyeliner around my eyes, making them stand out. I just had this I-don't-give-a-fuck air about me, and that made me stand out amongst a crowd.

I sat at my desk, booting up my laptop. Twitter opened up immediately, and I scrolled threw tweets, nothing really catching my eye. That was until I saw one of my friends tweets.

@samiam: 5 Seconds of Summer concert coming up next week! Got an extra ticket, anyone wanna come?

I knew that band. They just released an EP on iTunes, it was pretty good. I DM her.

@roseisthename: @samiam still got that extra ticket?

She messaged back almost instantly.

@samiam: @roseisthename yeah, you interested?

@roseisthename: @samiam definitely

My phone vibrated in my jacket pocket, and I fished it out. It was Sam. She told me when the concert was, and that she'd come over beforehand so we could get ready together.

Samantha, or Sam as everyone called her, was one of my best friends. She was the total opposite of me, a total girly-girl, but I liked her because she cussed like me and we actually had a lot of things in common, like our parental issues.

I had only a couple of friends, but everyone knew who I was. I grabbed my headphones, plugging them into my phone and inserting them into my ears. I laid back on my bed, letting myself drift off to sleep to the sound of my favorite music.

When I woke up, it was to the sound of my phone hitting the floor, my headphones being yanked out of my ears. I groaned, glancing at my alarm clock on my nightstand that told me it was almost noon.

I ran a hand through my long wavy brown hair, sitting up. Light flooded in through my large windows. Damn I was going to be in deep shit when my mum realizes how late I slept in.