The Worst Luck

CHAPTER 1, A girl can dream

       Hi guysss, This is my first book, I've been wanting to write one for a while but I've been busy with school and stuff, I might continue this or I might not. I'm not too sure yet. Also will probably not be the best grammar,I'm sorryyyyy. Anyways, have a nice day
— Kaity 💕

       "Addie the fuck, why you are you staring at him?" I hear Blaine quite literally screech into my ear while pointing at the handsome stranger sitting alone across the cafeteria. Causing every damn person in a mile radius to look over at where our table was. He was so oblivious.

"God, Blaine I wasn't even staring." I state with authority even though, I can feel my cheeks turning crimson after being caught checking the new guy out. I had a habit of being very obvious whenever I wanted to be sly.

"Let's go, I'm done being in here anyways." I say with a look that could kill on my face, but Blaine merely chucked. God there's a reason, I stick with this idiot.

        "Ugh, can you at least act like my glare intimidates you?"

        "Only in your dreams, Piper." He states smugly, to which I roll my eyes.

I sigh as I hear the lunch bell signaling that it's time for my least favorite class. History. Ugh, I hate it with a passion. All these stupids dates to remember. So much harder than simple equations and formulas.

I knew I wasn't very intimidating. My height was only 5'1 and I was 114 pounds. And I'm sure my baby face and big brown eyes didn't help either. I'm pretty sure I looked like a pissed off 6th grader. At least that's what Blaine tells me.

"Hey Blaine, Do you think you could do a little stalking and find out who that guy that we saw at lunch was?" I ask sounding timid, I'm sure.

       "Ooooooh does lil pip pip have a cruuuuush?"

      "How many fucking times have I told you not to call me that, but No, I do not have a crush, I'm just curious." I say with a sickly sweet smile at the end.

       "Okay, okay I'll see what I can do." Blaine says. And I give him "the look." "The look" is something just between me and Blaine. It can mean a few things, like when we know one of each other is lying or when it's a touchy subject or when someone's being annoying, but this time "the look" was because I knew Blaine's stalker skills, give him until the end of the day. He'll have this mystery boy's address, mother's maiden name, where he lived when he was 9, who his first girlfriend was, relationship status, second grade teacher. When it came to stalking, Blaine was your guy.

        Blaine was my only guy friend. But I was much closer to him then I am to my girl friends. I don't know why but, I never fit in with the girls, I never wanted to go get my nails or my hair done, I'd much rather just stay home and eat and watch Netflix. How Blaine and I became friends wasn't some cliche "Oh our parents were best friends and we grew up together, or we met in first grade and we've been inseparable since." No. None of that. In a weird way it was quite humorous, at least I thought so.

      Our relationship sparked up when I was running the mile in 9th grade and I forgot my inhaler at home and this at the time boy,who was much shorter than me with crystal blue eyes and early Justin Bieber hair (yeah you know what I'm talking about), happened to be there and offer his inhaler to me since I was wheezing terribly. Which I thought was very sweet at the time. Until I got mono two days later and "coincidentally" so did he, and he still swears to this day that it wasn't from him, but he knows it was and so do I.

     That was how our friendship became, quite sickly actually. After that we exchanged numbers and started hanging out more and more and eventually became best friends.

      "Do you know the answer or not?" Blaine asks, sounded rather annoyed. I realize Blaine's been trying to talk to me as I'm zoning out in our 5th period class.

"Uh, yeah. Repeat the question again though." I say with fake confidence but in all honesty I probably don't.

    "Never mind, you're useless."

       I don't even look up at him, He'll get over it. He can never stay mad at me for more than 4 minutes, that's his personal record.

        I start thinking about that boy I saw in the courtyard. Blaine embarrassed me by calling me out for checking him out. But who wouldn't. The boy was an masterpiece. He looked as if he was formed by the Greek Gods. He must be new to Young's High. I would not forget a face like that. I hoped that I would have a class with him tomorrow, I'm assuming today was his first day and that he had a tour guide today, he would be attending his new classes tomorrow. Even if I did have a class with him, I wouldn't do anything but sneak glances and admire his beauty. I'm to shy and awkward to do anything else.

       The day passes by quickly and soon I'm walking into my house. To which my dad is furiously typing away in his office and Venus, my step mother who's been around since I was 6, was in the kitchen cooking dinner.

      I slip inside the house and make my way up the stairs to my bedroom. I'm an only child so it's quiet, which I love. I love when it's silent all you can hear is very faint crickets or the ticking of an clock.

       As I walk into my messy as usual room, I happen to bump into my dresser causing it to fall and knock my mirror which shattered. Well fucking great. There goes another mirror, If I'm counting correctly that's the 7th one I've broke. I'm going to have bad luck for a life time.

       That is my luck. Constantly, if something can go wrong, undoubtedly it will, well if your Piper Montgomery of course. I just stare blankly at the mess and go around it and decide to take a nap now and deal with that later.

       I awake to a slight buzz from my phone. I look at it, it's a text from Blaine. Ahhh yes my boy. Okay let's see the new information.

        "Name: Jace Michael Harota, Age: 17, 8 months and 4 days, Born: Gallay, California and lived there from birth until now and then he moved here to jiki, Washington, All social media was deleted 5 months ago, Relationship Status: Seemingly single."

       That's a lot of information to comprehend. I wonder why he moved after 17 years. I wonder why all his social media was deleted. But most importantly I wonder how the hell he was single. I mean not that I'm complaining.

       I shoot back a quick text to Blaine thanking him and telling him that's he's the best.

      Jace. Jace. Jace. I liked the idea of him. Maybe a mysterious bad boy to get me into trouble. Hahaha my fantasy thoughts.

      I sigh and turn on my alarm to wake up in the morning, I know I did this for nothing and I'll never actually talk to this boy. A girl can dream, am I right. And with that last thought, I drift off into sleep.