Bad Luck

Chapter 1:

I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Satchel Amaya Brooklyn. Yes, my name is Satchel, and no, I was not named after a man's small bag, that sometimes includes a shoulder strap, I was named after the famous black baseball player, Satchel Paige. Which, ironically enough, I suck at baseball/softball, making my name basically pointless. Go ahead, alright. Take your swing at my name.

Man Purse?

Suitcase?

Book bag?

Got it all out? Dandy. Moving on.

I'm 17 and I'm going in my junior year of high school, striving to senior. I've been at my same school with the same classmates with your few scattered new kids, since the 5th grade. Same hallways, same classrooms, nothing's really changed for my life. Its the same single dimension way since I got here.

Speaking of single, that's what I am.

I've been this way since the 8th grade when my boyfriend, Joey dumped me after 3 months for some guy that lived in Florida. Joey moved to Florida last year to be with him. Happy couple. And for the record, I would like to say, I am not homophobic. Don't get me wrong, I love gay people. Love wins, but my love loses.

Maybe I'm born with it? Or maybe God placed this curse to me to help boys find their sexuality?

Whatever it is. It sucks. And I intend to change it. These are the years of proms and I'm not going with my friends like every other dance. This is date year and I am the first month on the calendar.

" Maybe it's a super power of some sort," Alexa suggested. We were stuck in our time filler conversation of my track record with guys on the way to school in my Prius.

" Why is it every single guy? They either are gay, or figure out they are, miraculously," I rolled my eyes.

" Wait, if you like gay guys and your favorite member of One Direction is Harry then that means..."

"Shut up, this- whatever is the bane of my existence, I could crush on anyone and they magically end up liking guys."

" Well, if you go crushing on Grant, I'll know," she laughed, tapping her fingers against the door. Grant was this guy Alexa's had a crush on since the 6th grade when he came. She literally goes to lengths of completely stalking him. She has millions on billions of photos of him doing the dumbest of things. Grant was one of best on the cliche football team and Alexa has attended every game as his biggest fan. The only thing with Grant was he had a girlfriend, Louise.

" I'm pretty sure, Louise is the one you should worry about."

"Shut up, explain him staring at me and flirting with me everywhere?"

She had a point. They were like best friends, and I have overheard some of his words to her, but there was no way to be sure with Louise in the way.

" Whatever," I chuckled, turning into the school parking lot. Every student was filing in and out of the school when we hopped out and Alexa muttered curse words under her breath.

Louise was running her long fingernails through Grant's dirty blonde hair as he held her by her waist on the front steps of the school. Alexa clenched her backpack straps tight in her little fists and I chased after her storming past them.

"Alexa, its whatever, alright?" I comforted, when I caught up to her.Alexa followed me to my locker, rantin about how much of a thot she was and how Grant could do better. It was the same thing everyday, in the morning she was salty, at the end of the day, she was hooked.

In a sense, I envied her.

She had a chance with someone without fear of them liking men and God, I'd kill for that. To flounce from guy to guy if it didn't work out, I could move on.

" I know, man," I agreed, not listening to anything she said and leaning against my closed locker.

" Exactly! I don't get it! I'll see you later though, alright?" She assured and I nodded, waving to her before turning down the hall. I weaved through the endless amount of brainless high school zombies until I rounded the corner into my Journalism classroom.

The class was spilt in different groups of people, laughing and talking amongst each other. I joined my usual group of Zach, Devin, Lei, and Dominic. Zach was one of my recent crush mishaps and Dominic was already gay, not by my doing.

"Hey, Satchel," Devin smiled and Zach waved.

"Hey," Lei mumbled, twisting gum around her index finger. They didn't really know about my little secret. I mean- how rude would that be?

"Oh you're not gay cause you realized you were attracted to some boys in the locker room and decided to take a risk and tell your parents, who were completely supportive, unlike some in this screwed up world, but it turns out you were lucky and they love you, regardless."

I couldn't.

We all chatted for the few minutes until the bell rang and everyone hopped into their seats. Our teacher, Mrs. Dafred was in the hallway and the class had a small buzz to it.

" Did you see that new guy?" A couple guys mumbled to themselves. I looked above everyone's head to Lei, in the back of my row.

" New guy?" I mouthed and she shrugged.

Mrs. Danfred bursted through the door with her arm on the shoulder of a gorgeous creature. His tan cinnamon hair stood up and had stuck out in the front of his head. He had a perfect set of white glistening teeth, top and bottom row. He had deep brown eyes in the middle of his crinkled eyes and long eyelashes, that fell to the floor when he was introduced.

There was no denying, he was beautiful.

A masterpiece.

Mrs. Danfred yaked on and on about him and I stared dreamily at his beauty, tuning her out completely.He wore a blue button up that perfectly creased around his large biceps and these red/salmon knee length shorts with dark brown sperrys. 

He dressed so well.

At least in my dream he did.

In all actuality, this new kid was rough. He had brown hair that was upkept to his forehead in a weird swoop. He had big bluish- greenish eyes and a wide smile.I returned to my fantasy about Mr. Right as Mrs. Danfred introduced him. I had so much hope and a let down was what I got. He wore a faded blue tshirt with Journey, the band name written in red lettering.
I groaned.

He sat in the empty chair next to me, and I paid no attention to him. He repeatedly glanced over at me throughout class and I tried ignoring him. I wouldn't be caught dead with this guy at prom, I had a reputation to keep up.

The person behind me, tapped me on the back and I turned around. He handed me a note and I quietly opened it in my lap. It was from Lei.

What's with the Mama Jeans?

I laughed to myself, writing back and sending it to her.

Another One Bites The Dust

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