A Mixup At The Pool Table Novels & Stories

Damien pointed to a white dot on the dark wood. Once I did as I was told, the balls hit the wall of the pool table directly into one of my balls making it roll into the pocket. After I hit my last ball, all that is left is the solid black ball. I hit the white ball into it and watched it go completely past it. “Oops,” I giggled to myself, not thinking any of them heard me. “It is okay, princess.” Logan tried his best to comfort me.

I chuckled at the thought, rising to my feet as well to join an acquaintance at the pool table. I drew out one pool stick and smiled at the man at the other end. He drew the stick and arranged the balls before shooting them. He was an amateur, it was clear. Smiling to myself, I took a turn and sent the farthest ball into one of the holes when I heard my phone buzzing from my breast pocket.

I picked up the room card number and showed him the number and I could feel his expression shift faintly from proud and mighty to realisation. “Ohhhhhhhhh. Holy crap. There was a mix up.” He answered, looking half scared. I blinked at him, my chest rising and falling fast like I just ran a marathon. “A mix up?” I repeated, my voice sharp, my heart hammering in my ears. “That’s your excuse? A fucking mix up?”

Another moment later, Phil appeared by his side. Cecilia immediately bent low over the table, her pool cue poised behind the white ball. What happened next, well, it was so fast, Bev wasn’t completely sure what had happened. All she knew was that one moment, all the balls were on the table, and the next, Cecilia’s were all in the pockets. “That just leaves the eight ball, is that right? It’s been so long since I’ve played, I’ve forgotten,” she said with fake innocence.

All while saying nothing to nobody. We all exchanged confused glances before everyone else stared at me expectantly. I could feel it that everyone was waiting for me to make the first move and step forward. Instead, I leaned to the pool table, I crouched lower before sizing the white ball, targeting the black one and ready to fuck it all. Everyone shifted uncomfortably around, followed by a very unsettling sound of silence. The only thing that rang around was when the balls hit each other before throwing 2 into the hole.

I took a detour around the other end of the pool towards the mansion, meandering through couples who were tearing at each other, and groups who were smoking and drinking, laughing hysterically and giggling frenziedly. When I got closer to the glass door that opens to the living room, I finally saw who the man was—a male model who was dressed like Rum. I think his name is… James. “There! Yes! Oh… this feels so good! Harder, Rum baby!” Christy’s scream was quickly muffled by the rapid beats of the house music slamming in the background. I jolted my face away in shock. That’s not Rum! Christy must be too high to tell the difference! She thinks it’s Rum who’s with her. But Rum’s definitely with

I compose myself good enough to walk ot where my mate is setting up a new game of pool. After she was finished, I started the game out but ended up not getting any into the pockets. Oh Well. I step backso she has room for her turn. I decided to make some small talk and introduce myself, but I must of messed her up, 'OOPS' We make it through the rest of the game and I ended up speaking againg. "Your one hell of a pool player love." She looks to be frozen, but then she smiles and OH MY GODDESS!! What a beautiful smile she has. "Thanks, your pretty good as well" She says back. I feel like I'm going to melt right where I stood. Max is just prancing around trying to show off, even though no one c

He's probably discussing with aliens or what not. I spent time catching up with my teammates. After a while, I decided to check out the pool. Through the glass screen door, I could already see it was crowded like inside the house. People were dancing beside the pool, some had taken off their clothes and were in the pool. There was a table loaded with drinks and spiked lemonade-I knew from experience. Sure to avoid that, that's the strong stuff. There were other tables for more games which probably involved more drinking. I could spy shots on one table.

she hollered. The buzz was a welcome distraction from the constant numbness I felt. Even though Kenzie dragged me from room to room, nothing really registered: not the laughter that spilled from my mouth, not the sway of my hips, not even the idle chatter about a college guy's invitation whose name I couldn’t recall. After a while, we found ourselves in a game room. "Alright! Who wants to challenge the pool champion for a chance to win some money?!" a voice boomed. Pool? I stumbled through the crowd, swaying toward the challenge. There, next to a beautiful pool table, stood a man with shaggy brown hair and a shit-eating grin, casually waving several hundred-dollar bills.

Gabriella yelled. “What?” Jackie asked quickly. Gabriella pointed out into the crowd. Almost everyone in the bar looked to where she was pointing. Patty turned to see what Gabriella was pointing at. She gasped at the sight of Goldman staring at her like he’d never seen her before in his life. “Shit!” Benson slurred loudly. “I lost the goddamn pool!”