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Something Unexpected

Robby is your regular bad boy. Collin is your regular nice guy. Xan is your regular mystery. How did they fall in love with a geek like me? Well, that was something unexpected...

PROLOGUE

I am no one special.

Doesn't everyone think that in one point of their life? Well I don't think it, I believe it. And trust me, that's saying a lot. I don't believe in much.

I don't like people on general and generally people don't like me. If this were true for anyone else they would probably be six feet under by now, or with beer bottle in hand. Either way I don't really care, I have simply accepted this belief.

Anyway, I am what most would call a loner. A geek. A weirdo. An oddity. A hermit. And more brands of that nature. I, however, call myself a free spirit. No, not a hippie, I like violence. Big guns, blood, oh yeah, so much fun.

Society declares that one must have friends and that you are just plain 'weird' if you don't have them. But I am a firm believer that I don't need 'friends' or 'buddies.' I am, quite frankly, happy with myself and my emptiness. Why shouldn't I be? I don't need the extra drama from having friends, I have my own family drama thank you very much. Big family equals plently of drama.

So why does everyone believe that I 'need' to make a choice over Robby, Collin, or Xan to be mine? And why does everyone care? Well, it's a very long story including insane cousins with the notation that I am their new doll and a very hot make out scene in a jaccuzzi. Cough. Um, yeah. If you are willing to read about a stupid girls rambling you are uber insane... Cough. Just kidding.

CHAPTER ONE

I tossed my back pack harshly on the wood flooring. The loud sound probably meant something broke, most likely my cheap CD player, again, but I didn't care. I simply wanted to play World of Warcraft. I grinned. My first time in five days that I could finally play my prized computer game. So you can guess that I am extremely happy. If you didn't guess... let my simplify: World of Warcraft equalsHappy. Happy equalsJumping for joy, if only I wasn't playing the game.

I was busily killing little creatures. Don't worry, it's only a game, the cute little bunnies will spawn again. Of course I will probably kill them again... But that's besides the point.

Anyway, as I was saying, I was busily killing little creatures when my brother's friends barged into the room. Yup, barged. Not entered. Entered is not a strong enough of a word for what they did. Let's just say that the loudness they brought into my peaceful santuary made it incredibly difficult for me to hear the voices inside my head. Cough. Um, forget the last sentence. Don't make me kill you...

"Jack, can you leave, please?" Hewitt asked with such innocence that you could never guess that this same boy set a tree on fire during lunch. But let's not get into that one 'again.'

I didn't move from my place. Hewitt and his innocent request didn't bother me one bit. And why should it? Any reasoning that Hewitt could give me to leave would end up with him explaining one of his insane plans to mess with his school. Not to mention that the chair is was sitting on was warming my iced posterior, and I was already lost in its soft, cushiony goodness.

"Jack," Hewitt said again to grab my attention.

I sighed before spinning around to see his face.

And then something unexpected happened. (You'll be hearing this line a lot, so try not to get bored of it.)

Tall, dark, and handsome was standing next to short, white, and atrocious. FYI: short, white and atrocious is Hewitt. I bet there were more people besides them but does it really matter? If you read a romance story all you really care about is the hot guy. Am I right? I knew it.

Back to what I was saying before I was distracted, don't mind me, it happens a lot. I've been checked out, the doctors say that there is nothing wrong. Anyway, what the hell was tall, dark, and handsome doing in my bedroom? I thought to myself. Unlike most girls I didn't stare or flash a flirtatious smile. I simply raised an eyebrow at Hewitt. He knew the rules, no one was allowed inside my room. Cough. My side of the room.

"Jackie please," Hewitt begged.

Although he didn't resemble a dog at this point I couldn't help but think he wanted something very badly. I loved Hew, I really do, but it's bad enough that I must share my sanctuary with him but he is the hardest to get along with, out of my entire family, besides me of course. Aren't we just a perfect match? Cough. Stop lying.

"Jacqu-" he started whining yet again before I cut him off from saying my entire name. Meh, Jacqueline is a far too long name and far to fluffy.

"Why?" I simply asked. There really isn't much more to say than that.

"Because..." he floundered.

As I said before: I love Hew, I really do, but he isn't exactly the brightest one of the bunch. Of my family anyway, I bet there are a bunch of stupid people out there. Somewhere. Out there. Hopefully.

"Because?" I repeated questioningly.

"Because he wants to show us something," a deep voice said.

I turned to the direction of the voice instantly. I had an itch that it belonged to a tiny little boy. Yeah, I'm crazy, what's your point?... Anyway I was surprised to find that the deep voice actually belonged to a manly type of guy. Broad shoulders, tan skin. Obviously an athlete.

I never question anything Hewitt does, well not anymore anyway. Hewitt only gives me headaches and chest pains. It's the curse of low tolerance of stress.

I simply turned back to my computer. I heard Hew whine in the background, but I continued. I logged off my screenname and started to get up. Hew smirked at me.

I could tell that he was planning something and all the guys now in my santuary were soon to be part of it. Well, at least I can't say that Hewitt does nothing.

"Mind ordering us pizza?" Hewitt asked while settling down on my soft, cushiony goodness of a chair.

I shrugged and tried not to think of murderous thoughts. I simply pulled a book off the shelf. The Lord Of The Rings: The Trilogy, yeah I am a dork. Leave me alone.

"Chad isn't home. I'm cooking dinner," I simply said before leaving the room. I was already down the hall when I could hear Hewitt's boasting of my great cooking.

I don't consider it great. Just lots of practice and patience. I swear, over the years I have developed some muscles because of all the energy I put into my cooking. Believe you me, it's not that easy to stand over a gigantic pot and stirring for minutes on end...

I was dreaming of killing tiny creatures as I stirred the sauce for the spaghetti. Let's just say that I put a bit too much of certain ingredients that I had to start over again. Oh yeah, that wasn't fun.

All the while people in the background are moving around and bugging me to no end. Especially my little sister and brother who are unfortunately fraternal twins. I am not the type to like people standing over my shoulder and so I had to shoo them away before I could continue.

To help me in ignoring the voices, I turned on the TV. A TV you ask? Yeah, my family can afford having a TV in the kitchen but won't let me have my own room. Meh. Anyway, Miss Indepent was playing on the TV. I had an itch to change the channel but I liked the song. Why? I have no idea.

And then something unexpected happened. Ah, yes, something incredibly unexpected.

As I was singing in tune with Kelly Clarkson's voice on a high note I turned to set up the table. I simple turned when I smacked into a very tall and very well musceled guy. He was at least a foot taller than me so my head bounced off his well toned chest. The surprise sent me shrieking. Not a very nice thing to hear, if you ask me.

"Sorry," the guy said.

I tried not to let any color show. So I tried to back off. That wasn't a very smart idea... My hand for some odd reason hit the pot and I instantly screamed in pain.

Being that the guy was right in front of me I was back inside his arms. Very, very embarrassing.

I swear, I think I felt the house shake. Everyone came running down the stairs and of course everyone found me in the arms of Mr. I-am-going-to-stand-behind-you-and-scare-you-to-death.

Imagine having nine other siblings. Scared yet? Now imagine having four giggling sisters. Terrified now? Alright,imagine having an overly-protective older brother and four immature brothers. Still not afraid? Imagine all of them running in, only to find you in a someone's arms, nevertheless a stranger? Yeah, I thought so...

Everything that happened next is too embarrassing and long winded. So I'll just skip to the more interesting part.

"I am so f-cking sorry," the guy said.

I shrugged and continued washing the plates. Yeah, I skipped around, but do you really want to hear about how I masticated a plate full of spaghetti? No? I thought not.

"I didn't mean to do that. Can I just say you have a nice voice?" he said.

I raised an eyebrow. No one had ever said that to me before. Want to know why? Because I don't sing. Nope, only my rubber ducky knows my voice and even she is in a rare company of it.

"Thanks," I answered.

Why isn't he going away? I looked like a mess, it's anyone's guess why anyone would still talk to me.

"You are a great cook by the way," he said. "I am so sorry."

I nodded but continued to wash the plates. Am I too cruel? I stood there washing for at least two more minutes before I decided to say it's ok but he was gone already. I sighed...

Tha'ts how I met Robby. Can I just say one thing before I take a break?... Robby is not the same when he is with his friends. I'll expand on that some more. Laters.

A/N: WooT wOOt! heHe. thx 4 readInG thIs! pLz Do mE a FaVors... LeaVe mE a LovEly RevIeW, OkiEs? I LuV YooZ 4Eva -HoT LiKE WaSabi