Pool ─ Twisters

2. She's a Natural

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chapter two.
she's a natural.

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FRANKIE had really thought that Boone was gonna follow her, but she was slightly disappointed when she saw him across the bar talking to a girl with long black hair, laughing at everything she said. To be fair, she was the one who had walked away, but Frankie was always a girl who liked to be chased.

Rubbing more chalk on the tip of the cue, she bent over the pool table to line up her shot. The man she was playing with, his name was Hunter as she learned, watched her intently. Two seconds later, three striped balls were going into pockets, and he groaned.

"You know, you don't really look the type to be this good at pool," he told her, leaving over to make his own shot, missing every single solid ball and groaning as he did so.

Frankie pursed her lips, "you don't look the type to be this bad, mister."

Men like Hunter were the type she would usually take home — the easy pickins. She could tell by the way he followed her cleavage with his eyes that all she'd have to do is the say the word and he'd be at her beck and call, but honestly, tonight it just grossed her out. That's why she took her last shot, sunk the eight ball, and took the hundred dollars from the pot, walking away with only a mock salute to him.

She heard him call her a bitch as she walked away, which only made her smile bigger.

With that, she walked straight out of the bar, feeling the crisp night air hit her skin and weave its way through her hair. The tipsiness she felt made her skin buzz as she walked through the parking lot and across the road, only stopping once she saw a couple of blankets laid out next to Tyler's truck in the grass. With a shrug, she let herself fall to the ground and stare at the sky.

Out here, the light pollution was nearly non existent and she felt like she could see every single star in the sky. It was beautiful. Entertaining herself, she connected them with her finger into constellations, playing connect-the-dots with her fingernail, her other hand playing with her belly button ring.

Slowly, she felt tears start to fall down the sides of her face and disappear into her hairline, just by the sheer beauty she was looking at. And maybe she had a couple too many shots, and maybe Frankie was a sappy drunk, but she let herself lay glossy eyed in the field, staring up into space and wondering what it would be like if she could be up there.

The crunch of rocks under boots broke her fixation on the stars, and she just hoped whoever they belonged to didn't see her lying on the ground like a fool. She wasn't so lucky, though, as Boone came and stood over her frame, looking down on her.

"You alright?" His voice was even, not slurred at all. He must not have been drinking much, she supposed.

"'M fine. Just lookin' at the stars."

"Thought you were gonna bring that boy back with you," he pondered, cocking his head as he stared down at her.

Frankie shrugged. "He was pretty boring. Not really my fancy."

"What is your fancy?" Boone couldn't help himself but to ask.

"Hm," she smiled, meeting his eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know."