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“Go fishing?” “Yeah, you’ll pick up a card from here.” He pointed down at the stock of cards that were left. “If you understand, pick up your cards and don’t let me see them. Remember, you want all four of each card in your hand. When you have that, you’re the winner.” “Okay.” Kiara looked down at the cards that laid face down on the table in front of her. “I’ll pick them up now.” She picked them up one by one, holding them so close to her face in a desperate attempt to hide them from Zique, she wanted to win after all.

Then Tracey shuffles again before she deals each of them thirteen cards. Gordon wouldn’t really hurt a child, would he? Could he shoot someone who’d barely had any time to live? Kelly begins, placing down the three of diamonds. They make one round when Gordon plays down the two of spades, the highest card. How can this be? This is just like their game. How did the Beta manage to get the same card again? Gordon places down a combo, and Kelly looks ready to counter him. This is exactly the same game, nearly identical.

I said, staring him down. He grinned. “You sure?” “Yes.” “You absolutely sure?” he grinned, enjoying himself immensely. “Yes,” I insisted, trying not to let my voice falter. He laid down his cards. He didn’t have anything, either. “Tie,” I said, as I laid down mine. “High card wins,” he said, tapping his Ace of Hearts. “Two pieces of clothing.” Crap. Crap, crap, CRAP. I didn’t have anything else ‘harmless’ to take off.

His hand moved swiftly to slide out three cards one at a time. “The ace of hearts, the ace of diamonds, and the ace of clubs…” he recited monotonously as he turned over each card in turn. I let out a soft scoff at the ridiculousness of this game that he called simple. That was when it occurred to me that I was bound to lose this game from the moment that I agreed to play it. The game was simple, but it wasn’t at all fair and luck had completely no play in it at all. I could feel Bradon’s eyes on me and when I looked up from the table, my eyes met his intense blue gaze. It felt so outrageous that I didn’t know whether I wanted to scream, cry, or laugh all at the same time.

I knew I had already lost, so I didn't waste any time in displaying my cards. Cain leans forward, gazing at my cards, “You had the seven cards, didn’t you? You cheated me and yourself, how cruel,” He let out a short laughter and immediately displayed his cards on the table. He had a clean pond, ranging from A,A,A,A. An ace card, the heart, the club, the spade. Q,Q,Q,Q, 10,10,10,10 and 9,9,9,9. There were 1 of 7 cards and a few other numbers and the alphabet.

Basically, not many people could win if they gambled with him. “Deal!” Harvard confidently said. In the Three Card Poker game, to ensure fairness, they would shuffle the new cards every round before they placed the cards. They would ensure everyone would get new cards in every round so that they could avoid all sorts of cheating playing methods. The dealer took out a new set of cards, quickly shuffled the cards, and placed the cards one by one. Six people got three cards respectively. Emma carefully picked up three cards, and she carefully looked at them in front of everyone.

Nate asked. “It’s called Egyptian Rat Screw, and the point is to get all the cards,” I answered while laying my card down. The game is simple. A deck of face cards gets distributed evenly among the players. Nobody looks at their cards. Each player places a card in the middle face up. If a Jack is played, the next player has one chance to play a face card or an Ace otherwise the player who laid down the Jack gets the pile. A Queen gives you two chances to get a face card, King three chances, and an Ace four chances. Also, if you slap doubles, you get the pile. “Poker is a lot more fun,” he grumbled.

I smiled cockily at him. “Yes, and the rules.” Francis announced. “Honesty is the only policy.” “Great, great!” Karla wiggled in her seat out of excitement. Her energy amazed me. She was behaving as if she had known us all her life. Alice placed 21 cards, all faced down, in the middle of us. “Whose up first?” Nathan asked. “I’ll go first.” Alice said. “To dear Karla…” “Oh!” She exclaimed. “A kiss for good luck, babe.”

I didn’t come to Westbridge High to make enemies. I came to survive. New school. New city. Just me and my best friend, Joe, trying not to get crushed by a place ruled by rich athletes and their unspoken rules. That plan lasted exactly one day. Because Joe got targeted. And I made the mistake of stepping in. Now, I’m caught between the two most dangerous boys at Westbridge: Jay Vale the untouchable hockey captain who looks at everyone like they don’t matter. Liam Knox the former best friend who used to stand beside him... until a bitter confession broke them apart. Jay says he wants to help me. He offers to tutor me, to protect me. But the way he watches me doesn't feel

The loser would go bankrupt in seconds and end up as poor as a church mouse when he disembarked from this ship. These men were legends. Faust wiped the sweat off his brows and said, "You can both show your hands." Kiran glanced at Lewis. Seeing that he remained still, Kiran flipped his hole cards over. They were Eight of Spades and Nine of Spades. There was a commotion among the crowd once he showed his cards. "He's winning!" "We still don't know what the other's hole cards are." "Who knows what they are when not even the player knows? He played himself right into the ditch this time."