Steve starts playing, I hate doing the first shot, the break. I'm not strong enough to shot too hard.

After him, it's Lucas turn. He barely touches a ball and he lets one of them in an easy position for me to the pot.

When I took the cue, I can see the guys watching me attentively, sipping their beers. It's easy to pot the ball Lucas let close to the pocket on the right corner and score the first point. The white ball comes closer to the others facilitating my next shot. I pot a second ball inside of a hole in the middle, and it makes me smile to myself.

I still can play this game and I miss it.

It is all about mathematics and physics, angles, speed, and strategy. I love it. We continue the game. Steve and I are winning against Mark and Lucas.

Mark plays quite well, although what he really loves is drink and make people laugh. He has never really focused on the game, helping me and Steve to have more opportunities.

Missing two balls to win the game, I hear someone clearing his throat behind me. I almost miss my shot with the noise.

As my smile appears, because of the ball I have just potted, it fades away when I see my brother's angry face.

What the hell he's doing here? He's with Andrew and another guy I never met.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, while I prepare myself to shoot the last ball. The 'bang' of balls hitting each other is loud when I score.

I high-five Steve, grinning like a little kid. Steve grins back and we celebrate our victory in front of the guys.

"We came here to play pool, are you kids done?" Char asks.
Kids? What's up with him? He's fuming, red with what looks like anger.

I try to look at Andrew for support, but I see he shares Charles humor. He's glaring at Steve. They are both now positioned behind me like bodyguards, making the nice ambiance get colder in seconds. Steve moves away, joining the other guys.

"Guys this is my brother Charles, Charles these are Steve, Mark, and Lucas." I decide at least to try to be polite after my brother misbehaved. "Do you mind if we let the table for them a little bit and come back later?" I ask, staring at my classmates.

"Yeah sure." Steve is the first to respond. He looks terrified of my brother or of Andrew, or maybe both.

"No Kelsey, you stay! You play with us, we are only three." Andrew tells me using a commanding tone. I haven't appreciated it, however, I stayed close to the pool table when the other guys leave in direction of a normal table.

"Kels plays with me, so Andrew plays with Victor." My brother informs. There was no questioning it. What's happening with these guys today? Are they on their period?

I honestly preferred to leave and be with my classmates, I never saw Charles behaving like this before. Did I do something wrong? Because for some strange reason I'm feeling guilty, but I don't know why.

"Ok man, you can start, looks like you have the weakest team". Andrew takes a cue and winks at me.

His change of humor will drive me crazy someday. He's now in a good mood, smiling, full of himself like he is the best pool player in the world. I stare at him just hoping I'll be the one who will make his smile fade away.

It's tiring how he is always so presumptuous.

My brother does the breaks, his angry behavior helps to increase the strength of his shot. He's not a good pool player, although is not the worst either.

You would think I have learned to play pool with him, but no. It was with Brandon and his friends. We used to play a lot during high school, Brandon has a pool table in his house, enabling us to played it almost every day.

Andrew is the next, completely focused on the game. I have to admit he looks really cute when he is not being smug.

He succeeds to put two balls inside the holes. He plays well, however, he lets the white ball in the middle of the table, with easy access.

As soon as I start to position myself to play next, I observe his concentrated face analyzing me. It is not difficult for me to pot a ball. I could also do a second one, making us even now.

Victor, Andrew's friend, plays after me. He is not a good player, hopefully, worse than Charles, like that we will have a chance.

At each time Victor and Charles shot they barely move the balls a bit around the table, not potting any ball. Andrew pot twice again, and I must admit one of the shots was incredible.

He is in fact really good; he finished his turn letting the white ball secluded on a corner for me to play next. The fact that I play after him gives him an advantage. He can always let the white ball in a hard position for me, and I see the pleasure in his eyes each time he does just that.

His tactics are enervating me, but I need to get over it in order to have a chance in this game. The position he left the white ball makes it difficult for me to do something. I analyze what I could do, the obvious move would be to make the white ball go over the one blocking my way, but it is a difficult move.

I never really succeed to do it. So, I decide to use the cushion to rebound the white ball aiming one of my balls to hopefully, get inside of a pocket.

I couldn't believe it when I see my ball entering a pocket. Yeah, we still have a chance.

I go to play again, moving to the other side of the table, enabling me to reach the white ball with my cue and aim my ball in a good direction. On the same side where Andrew is leaning himself against the pool table. As soon as I prepare to shoot, he comes near me.

"I see, you know exactly what to do with the balls huh?" I look at him astonished.

"I can always show you how to make it better. More pleasurable you know?" He completes, making me blush.

He succeeds to turn the pool game into a sexual one with his double meanings. I got completely wet with his hot words and closeness. For a moment I let myself feel his husky perfume. It is intoxicating.

With my cue, I hit him slightly on the rib.

"Feisty, I like it." He said moving to my left side now. I glare at him; he makes me completely destabilized.

"I need some space to play in." I hardly replied

"You just needed to ask for it," He says winking at me, and now moving to let me have my space. "I do anything for you, pleasurably."

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