____________________________________________ love in unexpected places

Great, just great. He was there, again. Most girls would have thought it was romantic, the whole throwing rocks at your window shit. Especially if the rock throwing was being done by Joe Jonas. God. Everyone thinks I've lost my goddamn mind because I don't want him to be my boyfriend. It's simple logic though. He got my pregnant, told me he wasn't going to do anything for the baby, cheated on me with his stepsister, and then comes back when she gets kicked out of the house for being pregnant, too. But I guess I should probably start at the very beginning of my sob story, shouldn't I? K.

It all started one day when I was sent to the guidance counselor for some stupid shit like problems with my grades or something like that. Yeah I don't know. But, while she was finishing up with the school slut about all her problems, I waited in the front office, where Joe Jonas happened to be sitting, with his step sister and brother. They were both gorgeous, no surprise. They all had dark hair, but Joe had long straight hair unlike his siblings. His stepsister had this gorgeous black hair, so shiny you could almost get a glare off of it. His brother had this gorgeous curly hair, and all of them had gorgeous faces to make them look like fallen angels or something. I walked in, having stood outside the door for five minutes staring at the godly Jonases.

"Hey,"he grinned, more than confident, at me. His teeth were prefect, aligned flawlessly, white as a night star. I could see his stepsister glaring at me, and I wondered whether they were even siblings, because it wasn't a 'stay-away-from-my-brother' glare, it was a 'stay-away-from-my-boyfriend' glare.

"H-hi, I'm uh…" suddenly I forgot my name, speechless in his presence. All of a sudden his brother and sister started chuckling, probably at my nervousness. "…Quinley. Quin." I state, finally remembering through my nervousness.

The girl then piped up. "I'm Demi, this is Nick." The girl said, nodding her perfect head at the curly-headed boy beside her. "He doesn't talk, he's a mute," Joe joked, though at the time I was unaware of his name, he being so rude as to not introduce himself. "Oh yeah, I'm Joe. Joe Jonas. This is Demi… Jonas, and Nick Jonas." Then I raised my eyebrows at the girl, who made a face at me. A few seconds later, maybe fifteen, she called Nick and Demi into the office.

"Sorry about Demi. She's a little… possessive." he said, more serious than I would have imagined using that sentence about his sister.

"Possessive? But she's your sister, right?" I asked, clearing my throat when the silence started to build up.

"Stepsister, let me make that clear. We have a… complicated relationship," he said, sighing lightly. I could tell by the sigh that it really was complicated. Maybe more complicated than my sixteen-year-old mind and heart could handle.

"So, why are you here, beautiful?" he asked me, and then laughed at the surprise on my face as he said it. I hadn't been called that more than a few times by people other than family and definitely not from someone who looked like Joe frigging Jonas. God help me. "What, never been called that before? Well get used to it," he said mysteriously, then gave me a quick peck on the cheek as Demi and Nick came out. Before I knew it the guidance counselor, Ms. Drake, was calling me in. Throughout the whole session I didn't listen to her lectures about keeping up with schoolwork, just sat at stared out the small window at Joe, this boy I found my heart beating fast for though I barely knew.