Unexpected

Chapter 1

Kasey's POV

Finally, I'm not a Sophomore anymore. I've passed the "Freshmeat" and "Newbie" years. I'm finally heading downhill to graduation.  I'm finally a Junior, and I am actually a little excited for this year. Yeah people are jerks to me still, but I can deal with it, you know, just your typical assholes who find their happiness from picking on the less fortunate.

Yes, I do feel "less fortunate." Unlike the girls I go to school with, I'm not what you would say pretty. No I don't think of myself as necessarily ugly, but I know I'm not in anyone's attention. I'm your average girl. I don't wear tones of makeup, or spend hours and hours on my hair. Yes, if I did this every day maybe I would catch a guy's attention, but who needs that when you are fine just the way you are.

I have had one or two boyfriends in the past, but nothing ever happened and I called it off because I just didn't feel anything.

However there was one boy who did catch my attention, but I knew right off the bat that I was way out of his league. He was very popular, and almost every girl wanted a chance to be with him, and of course if that girl was pretty, she got her chance.

His name was Louis Tomlinson. He failed 8th grade, the year we met. That very same year a bunch of shit went down. Your typical middle school drama and I found myself in the middle of it. Sadly that was the end of mine and Louis' friendship, and I was sure he hated my guts. Too many lies were told, and too many misunderstandings were thrown in his direction.

I like to believe that he moved for a reason. It's been three years and I believe things have finally slowed down.

I am not over it. No way I could ever get over the pain I went through, and no way that I could forget when in the back of my mind I know the first guy I truly fell in love with hated me. Yes, I know love is a strong word, but it's true.

It's true because our short year together in 8th grade was the best year for me, before it went to shit and he moved away. We talked, we laughed, we had fun, but of course good things never last for me, and soon rumors were spread and he became more and more distant, and mean.

I started thinking about him constantly and no matter what I did he wouldn't get out my head. However he has been gone for almost two years and I have finally got to where I can think straight and not only about him.

Now that he is gone, I have finally been able to attempt to let go of the pain. Let go of the sour memories, and try to forget his smile. It has been hard, gosh it's been hard, but I feel like I have finally learned how to let go. He still crosses my mind every day, but it doesn't hurt as much.

Maybe reality is finally making sense. Maybe I'm finally accepting the fact that he will never like me. Maybe it's because of my best friend Niall. I'm not sure, but I do know that this year I am starting 11th grade, and I am going to try and make it the best year I can.

It's open house, the day I go and get my schedule, and meet my teachers.

Niall is taking me, my parents are hardly ever home, and when they are they basically fight constantly. Niall is a senior, so he can already drive, I have my learners still, but that doesn't really help when your parents are too sorry to make sure their child gets to open house. Sorry, but it's the truth.

"Ready for this year?" He asks as I climb in. "Yeah, another year." I reply with a smile. He laughs and runs his hand through his messy blonde quiff. "Ain't that the truth." He chuckles.

"You're going be getting your licenses in the next month or two aren't ya?" He asks and I nod my head yes. "Yeah hopefully, why tired of driving me everywhere?" I joke and he immediately shakes his head no. "No, no I was just curious, you know I don't mind driving you places." He smiles and it warms my heart.