The Story of Mark and Mina

Chapter 1

"If you're not serious about this, why don't you fucking leave!?" The ace pitcher yelled at me. Hah.

I glared at him, irritation pumping through my veins. My heart was racing and no it wasn't because I was in love with him. Who would like a guy like that? Maybe his mother, but then again his team mates might... I shook my head. My hands instinctively clenched into a fist and I bared my teeth at him. I knew that I couldn't leave a mark on him even if I tried.

But that doesn't stop me from imagining his death.

Oh, I would love to see his atrocious face in the depths of hell at this point.

But who am I kidding? My job was to take care of his fucking ass.

"Well I would, but I can't! So shut the fuck up and practice! Aren't you serious, Mr. Baseballismylife or have you just been all talk?"

Mark raised his eyebrow at me and cocked his head sideways like I was supposed to know what the hell he was trying to say to me telepathically.

I think my image of a nice girl shattered quite quickly if you ask me. I inwardly cringed to myself, as I waved good bye to university.

So how did this all start? Simple. Stupid teachers.

"Mina, you're marks are good, they really are, but..." Mrs. Ankles (last names are always questionable) said as she tapped her index finger with her lips.

I dug my hands into my pockets and pressed my lips tightly together. I hated when people said 'but' it was like they give a few encouraging words before they tell you how they really feel. For example, 'green looks nice on you, but I think blue looks better.' That just automatically translate to you look shit in green and you might as well wear blue to make you less hideous. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but whatever.

"What's wrong Mrs. Ankles?" I asked the guidance teacher as she continued to analyze my marks with her hawk eyes. Something about her narrowed eyes and the way her eyes dart back and forth made her feel like...well...a hawk.

"You have no extra curriculars and universities are looking for well-rounded students, not student that just study well."

Well why didn't anyone tell me that during freshmen year, then I might've have an incentive to join a damn club, but wait...It's senior year. I fucked up.

Apparently my face showed my state of hopelessness and concern as Mrs. Ankles cleared her throat, "don't worry about not being able to join a club this late in the year, I have a club that is willing to have a new member."

My mouth opened wide, looking a bit unhinged, "Really? It's going to be March soon, will they really accept someone that comes this late and is a senior?"

"You're in luck Mina. Well, they just started. Practice and games don't start for them until much later."

I grinned momentarily until the words 'practice' and 'games' echoed my ears. I raised my eyebrows, "practice? So it's a sports club?"

She nodded and my smile faltered.

"But, sports really don't connect with my field that I want go into. Plus, I suck at sports. My gym mark brings my whole average down." Yeah, I wasn't kidding when I said I was bad at sports. There are people gifted with looks, intelligence and athleticism and unfortunately I was stuck with only one. Intelligence.

Was I beautiful? If anyone told me I was beautiful I would cough, spit out whatever I was drinking and then laugh because it probably was a joke.

Probably was.