Joke.

Ride.

Beth's POV

My uncle is fucking crazy. Two days ago I was arrested. One day ago my uncle claimed me as his own. Today I'm going to school.

The last time I went to school was a week before my mom died. I remember being called down to the office and running into my dad's arms. This was when my family was still put together. When sitting at the table together for dinner happened on the daily, and I didn't have to go searching for my dad if he was out.

Getting ready for school, I look at what Uncle Harry had set up for me. Grimacing, I pick up the white jeans and a dark blue blouse. Fed up and mentally drained from the past two days, I open the door of my new room.

"What the hell Harry, I'm not wearing this crap." I yell down into the kitchen.

Uncle Harry walks up the stairs and then turns to face me in my room.

"What's so bad about them? They are a step up from what you own." He snaps back, and I step back.

"I'm listening to you, I'm going to school for you, and I'm living with you, but no one said I had to change myself for you." I snap back, no realizing how loud I was.

Sighing, Uncle Harry walks down the stairs, in what seems as defeat. Opening my the closet, I pick out a pair of high-waisted black jeans. Smiling, I pick out a plain dark crimson top. This one has rips all over it, which I adore. Sliding on my vans, I walk down the stairs where I'm faced by Uncle Harry, and a woman.

"I would like you to meet my wife, Liza." He says smiling at his wife. Liza returns the smile to him, then glares at me. I sneer in return. Liza had light brown hair with darker brown eyes. She's dressed as if she's about to go to work, and I laugh at the thought of going anywhere with a clown like her.

"Okay, yeah hi whatever." I mumble rolling my eyes. I had agreed to his terms of living with him, but it didn't mean I would have to enjoy it.

"You will be nice or we can have this talk at the police station." Uncle Harry snaps, revealing the anger he had seemed to built up.

We are interrupted by a knock on the door, but I'm already halfway up the stairs. Angry is scary. When dad get's angry he use's it against me.

"Beth!" Uncle Harry screams up the stairs, and I slam the door shut in response. I sit on the back of the door, making sure it was shut, and I listen to the conversation happening down stairs.

"I just pissed her off, but she's ready to go to school, thanks again for offering to drive her today." I here Harry say to someone who appears to be my ride out of school. I timidly open the door, curious to see who it is. Once I see the figure I close the door again.

It's fucking Jonas. Jonas is my ride to school. The blond hair guy with piercing green eyes. Uncle Harry knocks on my door, and forces it open.

"We will talk about this later, your ride is here." Uncle Harry says with what appears as real concern. Brushing it off, I walk down the stairs and roll my eyes. Walking straight past Jonas, I walk straight outside,to what appears to be his car, a four door Jeep, and sit in the passengers seat. Shortly after I watch Jonas walk out of my new home and into the Jeep's drivers seat.

"Hey you." He says smiling at me. I bore my eyes into him. I know what he's trying to do.

When I first met Noah and Hayden, I was a mess. I was dating guys who didn't care about me. One I remember, smiled and told me all the right things, then broke up with me. Hayden and Noah were their for me, and that's when I learned the difference between truly caring and just pretending to.

"What do you want." I say to Jonas. Jonas looks straight at me, and his eyes soften.

"You look cool, and you are new, is their anything wrong with trying to help you out?" He says smiling innocently. Looking up I see we arrived to school.

Getting out of the car I bore my eyes into his, and he steps back.

"Go help out someone else." I turn from him, and walk into the doors of the school.

The school is huge, their must be a way out. I forgot to call Noah last night, and I'm dying for a smoke. In defeat I walk into my first period. One of the basketball boys from yesterday is there. He has his arm swung over the shoulder of a girl, and they are laughing. I look away, and head to the back of the room. The bell rings, and I prepare for a long day.