A Mixup At The Pool Table の小説・ストーリー

I was lucky it didn't spill on me and ruin my dress. "I'm sorry." I apologized, but the guy had already turned, I figured he must be drunk as he didn't care that I spilled his drink.I searched for Lexi when I got into the living room,but by this time Kyle, the boy who threw the party, was already on a pool table as the girls took shots on his body. Finally, I spotted her with Liam amidst the crowd and was on my way to tell her what had just happened when I bumped into another person again, my phone falling down in the process.

“Darn it! A behind-the-back shot! She can do that too?” “Can she really make such a difficult move?” “I think she is just showing off. There is no way she can pull that off.” Jay was already feeling anxious. Her jealousy was almost blowing off the roof. Watching as Emmy was about to perform the tricky move, Jay spitefully spat, “Emmy, you can stop with your dramas now. This pose is cool, but it is not something that any Tom, Dick, and Jerry could…” Before Jay finished her sentence, she saw Emmy’s hand push the pool cue. The white ball flew out and it accurately hit the yellow ball. The yellow ball forcefully hit the bottom of the pool table and fell into the pocket with a “thud!”

I nodded, smiling as he headed toward the bar while I made my way to the pool table. We had played four games so far, with him winning the first and third, and I taking the other two. This final game would decide who would come out on top tonight. With that enticing thought in mind, I arranged the fifteen balls in the triangle rack and began practicing my aim on the long table. "Hello there, beautiful," an unfamiliar voice suddenly intruded into my personal space, accompanied by the unpleasant odor of foul breath that couldn't solely be attributed to a few drinks.

Jordan scratched the back of his head. I stared blankly at him - once, twice. Then I burst into fits of laughter. It was so long, I just couldn't stop it. Jordan stood still, his face serious. "What? You think I'm joking?" "I meannnn" It was already weird that I had to go through Mishap curse and now I was dead? What kind of sick joke was that? "Yeah, I knew you wouldn't believe." He shrugged. "You see, we were shot and then we drowned into the pool and tada, we just appeared here. I think Angel Gabriel is outside but ...."

I pad down the hall and towards the sound. I see a pool table, with a few coloured balls dotting it. Two people were standing around its edge. One was a girl, sandy blond hair falling down her back and the other was a guy, also with blond hair. "Sorry babe, but you're going down," he laughs and taps the white ball with the stick. "No, no! That's impossible.' The girl groans as the white ball shoots around, hitting two edges then taps a green ball which rolls into a whole.

He enters his car and drives off to her place knowing full well that another person was likely to answer the doorbell but wanted to use his drunk state as an excuse. On the first ring, the door swings open to reveal the face of the person that keeps messing with his mind lately. Just for this night, he wanted to believe Anna Davenport was his ex, Hannah McCall but before he could utter any word, he found himself vomiting on the figure in front of him as he remembers the look of dread in those hazel eyes before passing out.

The eruption of butterflies in my stomach threatened to unbuckle my knees. “Can you play pool?” he asked. I shook my head, as my lips were still in shock from the contact. “I could teach you,” he said pulling me towards the pool table. “I don’t know,” I say reluctantly. I can’t risk Agatha finding out where I was and who I was with. “Come on clumsy, humor me.” “My name isn’t clumsy.” “You wouldn’t tell me your name.” “You never asked.” He let go of my hand. “I think I like clumsy better.”

Before I could reply to her, she trips, and the crimson liquid splatters onto my pristine white dress, forming an unsightly stain that spreads across the delicate fabric. Time seems to stand still as my gaze fixes on the vivid contrast of red against white. Mia quickly apologizes for her clumsy accident, expressing her regret for the unfortunate outcome. "Let me take you to the bathroom. Come with me." I am still puzzled, not sure whether it is an accident or intentional. I nod in a trance and follow her. As we navigate through the bustling atmosphere, we find ourselves crossing a picturesque pool, its sparkling surface reflecting the light around it. Little did I anticipate the treachery th

She gestured her hand, motioning me to continue what I was doing. Then my eyes drifted to the long curved couch where I saw Miguel and Amanda, snuggled together. His arm was wrapped around her shoulder and her head rested on his chest. Okay. I placed the wine glass above the table and grabbed a cue stick. I then picked up the blue chalk placed on the edge of the pool and rubbed it on the tip of the stick. I moved in front of Daniel, looking at him convincingly. "You play billiard?" he asked, his expression turned to an impressed one.

‘Thanks for the fun, babe, maybe I will run into you again sometimes,” she said before leaving the room and then vanishing into the crowd. When I went outside, people were jumping off the rooftop into the pool. Again, chasing the risk and the excitement fueled by the pill Jaxon had slipped me, I wanted to do it too. I did the same as the others, ran to get momentum to reach the pool, but as I launched, I slipped. I still made the pool, but only barely. One inch less, and I would have hit the slab around the pool. Isabelle, seeing from a distance that I almost missed the pool, came running towards me;