One Game

3.She let you win

I was finishing the last two shots in the game when I noticed a young boy looking my way. What was he staring at? Might as well give him something to stare at I thought. I shot the last two balls with a hook from the que ball. I didn't bother to look up at the boy because I could feel him practically breathing down my neck. Walking away a bit I hear him clear his throat.

"So do you want to play or just keep staring at me?" I question the stranger turning to face him.

"I'm no good. But I'm in awe on how you just did that. So there's the explanation for my staring." he fired back.

Had to admit, he was nothing like the boys I go to school with. He was hotter.
Taller. Leaner. And most of all.. Straight forward. The guys at my school were scared of me because of my 'family', the bikers. So they often kept their mouths shut. To be honest I really didn't care.

"Come on. One game. It won't ruin your life. It's just a game." I said.

"Alright. But we make a deal." I nodded. "If you win you I'll scream your name saying you're the best in the world." I laughed at the thought of him running around screaming my name. "And if I win.... I get to take you out on a date." he states.

I nodded keeping my mouth shut. Lets play pretty boy.

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I broke the pile and now it was his turn. He shot and missed the 2 ball he was aiming into the side pocket.
"Fuck" he mumbled under his breath
I smile knowing he's getting frustrated.

"Calm down pretty boy. It's only you're first shot."

"Pretty boy??" His face turned a light shade of pink.

"Yep" I said popping the 'p'

*26 shots later*
It's almost over and I had three more balls left on the table including the 8 ball. Cameron,the boy's name I found out from his friends, shouting it out for the past 15 minutes, had 4 balls left. Including the eight ball. I would miss here and there to keep his interest and to make sure he wouldn't notice that I'm some loner with no life that plays pool with middle age guys all day.

It was now his turn and he shot for the 2 ball he has yet to sink in. And like the other 7 times he's tried...drumroll please..... da da dunn he misses! A small laugh slips out and he looks over.

"Just go you know you'll make it." He says sounding defeated but yet there's a smile on his face.
I aim for my ball smiling the whole time and it goes in.

"Try not to be so cocky, will ya?" He laughs
"I'm not cocky. Just very very very...very confident." I shoot for the second to last ball I have and miss. On purpose. You could see tears coming from the side of his face from his ear to ear smile.

"Such big words coming from such a small girl" he says. He shoots his next three balls in all first try. I swear his face is going to fall apart because of all his smiling. He try's and shoots for the 8 ball and hits it to hard sending it all the way to the other side of the table.

I shoot for the second to last ball of mine and sink it in. Quite naturally.
"I may be small but I'm actions are a whole lot bigger." I say with a smile looking into his big brown eyes. I can tell he's getting sexually frustrated because he immediately hides his lower half of his body under the table and all his friends start to laugh and point it out. Poor dude.

My last ball is the 8. I aim and miss.
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Cameron's POV
She shoots and misses!?!?! I mentally give myself a high-five. I set up the stick and aim and..... it goes in!!? THE 8BALL GOES IN.I WON. That means she's going on a date with me.

I finish my thoughts when a middle age man with a white beard comes up to me.

"She let you win man." he says
"Huh?" I ask confused.
"She's been playing for years. Ever since she was a little kid. she never loses and I mean never. Her dad owns this place,she grew up in here. she has played every single one of us and won. And trust me we bikers play to win. we never just 'let' her win." with every word he says I'm watching her take out the balls and place them inside the triangle. the whole time she does it she's has the most beautiful smile on her face.

When the man leaves I finally take in all the of what he said. She never loses. She let me win. That only means one thing.

She wanted to lose so she can go on a date with me.