The crowd had grown considerably as everyone gathered around in a circle around the board. I was sitting at the bar at the front of the crowd. They all let out a loud cheer as Darren landed a good shot on the board
"One hundred and eighty!" Marge yelled as a man wrote down the score on the chalk board
The scores were really close. Only a couple of shots in it.
"Shall I be asking you to leave now?" Darren said to Lewis. But Lewis looked unfazed as he just smiled at Darren in response "as many of you know the women I helped bring to victory is here with us" he said to the crowd "you know I always knew my ex trainee was crazy, but ruining her entire legacy is a level I never would have thought that even Delaney would have stooped down to"
"Hey" Lewis said, interrupting Darren "a little respect when I'm holding the dart"
He looked over at the chalk board where their scores were written up, I saw him falter for a minute before turning to Marge
"Marge, what do I need to win?" He asked her
"Two triple 20s and a bullseye" she said hesitantly. Now I don't know much about darts, but that seams nearly impossible.
Fuck.
Darren let out a laugh "Goodluck"
Lewis glanced over at Darren. Then he shook his head and faced the dart board
"You know Darren. Guys have underestimated me my entire life. And for years I never understood why, it always really bothered me, I'd spend hours in school wondering why everyone would underestimate me. What was it that I conveyed to them, that made them think that" Lewis spoke "but then one day I was driving my niece to school, and there was this quote by Walt Whitman painted on the wall outside the school. It read, be curious, not judgmental. And I liked that quote"
He raised the dart and let it fly at the board.
By the reaction of the crowd, it was a good shot.
"What was that?" I asked the man standing beside me
"It was a triple 20" he responded
Holy fuck.
He might actually win this shit.
"So I get back in my car. And I'm driving to the track, to work. And then all of a sudden it hits me - all of them people that used to belittle me, not a single one of them were curious. They thought they had everything figured out, and so they judged everything - and they judged everyone. And I realised that them underestimating me, I actually had nothing to do with it. Because you see if they were curious, they would have asked questions. Questions like. Have you played a lot of darts?"
He lifted the dart and threw it at the board.
It landed right beside the last one.
Holy fuck.
Another triple 20.
All he needed now was a bullseye.
"Which I would have answered. Yes. Every Sunday afternoon at the local pub with my uncle, from age ten to age 17 when he passed away"
"Game" Lewis raised the final dart
"Set" he fired the dart at the board.
It was a perfect bullseye
"Match" he says, looking over at Darren with a large smile
The pub around us erupted into cheers and yells.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed
I jumped up from the stool and threw my arms around Lewis's shoulders. I felt myself beaming from ear to ear.
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She's back ~ L. Hamilton
FanfictionDelaney Ricciardo is fierce and her determined to win at any cost has not made her well liked. But by the time she retires from tennis she is a twenty four grand slam winner and regarded as the greatest tennis player the world has ever seen. But si...
