Gavin, but I
thought the fact that I was out with a group might assuage his concern a
little.
“Daaaaaaamn, girl!” Steven said
as I rounded the corner by the front desk and met up with him and Cory. “Your
man know you’re going out looking like that?”
I blushed a little at the
attention. As much as I thought Steven and Cory were idiots, I also had to
acknowledge their attractiveness. They were both in the same fraternity and
spent far more hours in the gym and by the pool than in class. Brown hair, dark
skin, tall and lean—they were made for recruitment posters and college
calendars. They also got around the sororities quite a bit. I had yet to see
them with the same girls twice and was pretty sure they shared their women
often, too. As much as I wanted to experience a little taste of college
freedom, I was confident I never wanted to be that wild.
“Gav, hurry up man, let’s get
goin’!” Cory shouted over my shoulder. I turned to see Gavin walking toward me,
his eyes intent on my face. As he got closer, he shoved his hands in his
pockets and looked down, almost embarrassed that I’d caught him staring.
“Sorry, had to find a clean
shirt,” he looked up again, chewing the inside of his cheek and winking at me.
He held out his elbow for me to take, and I hesitated. Not wanting to offend
him, I reached through his arm and let him walk me through the door and along
the walkway outside. When the twins were far enough in front of us, he leaned
in and whispered in my ear.
“You look…really nice,” I heard
his gulp.
I let go of his arm after that
and wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my jeans. I needed to be careful. I
didn’t want to give Gavin the wrong impression, and I didn’t want to forget
what mattered to me, either.
Gavin was right. We got into the
club without any trouble. The crowds were still filtering in slowly, and the
band hadn’t started to play yet. To kill time, Gavin ordered a pitcher of beer
and challenged me to a few rounds of pool. The twins were sitting along the bar
working on a group of freshmen girls who looked star struck by them. I just
rolled my eyes, embarrassed by my gender.
“Okay, how about we play some
nine-ball? Do you want me to teach you how to play?” Gavin asked, assuming. I
was going to play along with this, and it would be fun.
“Sounds fun. Okay,” I said,
grabbing a stick from the wall and standing at the head of the table while he
racked the balls.
The dingle twins and their
female fans had moved over to the stools by the poolroom and were watching now.
It was funny to see the girls react to their new eye candy. While the dingles
were good-looking boys, Gavin was downright sexy. He was wearing a tight black
shirt that accentuated his toned chest and abs and the scrolling artwork on
each of his arms. He paired it with his usual faded jeans and black Converse
shoes. He also wasn’t wearing his usual black-rimmed glasses, which made the
blue of his eyes stand out even more than normal.
“Okay, I’ll break and show you
how it’s done,” he said, moving me to the side to watch. I bit my tongue a
little to force down the giggle of superiority that was dying to escape me. I’d
been playing pool since I was 4; my grandpa was what you’d call a shark ,
and he had taught me well. When I was little, he would set me up on a chair so
I could reach the center of the table, and after 16 years of play on his
professional table at home, I was pretty threatening with a cue.
Gavin broke well and explained
the basics of the game to me while we circled the table. Nine-ball isn’t hard.
It’s just a game of counting, really. You shoot the balls in numerical order.
The trick is planning out your shots in advance so you’re never left in a
corner. I watched as Gavin took his next shot and knew he wasn’t going to be
much competition. To make things interesting, I decided to play up my novice
skills for a little longer, missing my first several shots and
thought the fact that I was out with a group might assuage his concern a
little.
“Daaaaaaamn, girl!” Steven said
as I rounded the corner by the front desk and met up with him and Cory. “Your
man know you’re going out looking like that?”
I blushed a little at the
attention. As much as I thought Steven and Cory were idiots, I also had to
acknowledge their attractiveness. They were both in the same fraternity and
spent far more hours in the gym and by the pool than in class. Brown hair, dark
skin, tall and lean—they were made for recruitment posters and college
calendars. They also got around the sororities quite a bit. I had yet to see
them with the same girls twice and was pretty sure they shared their women
often, too. As much as I wanted to experience a little taste of college
freedom, I was confident I never wanted to be that wild.
“Gav, hurry up man, let’s get
goin’!” Cory shouted over my shoulder. I turned to see Gavin walking toward me,
his eyes intent on my face. As he got closer, he shoved his hands in his
pockets and looked down, almost embarrassed that I’d caught him staring.
“Sorry, had to find a clean
shirt,” he looked up again, chewing the inside of his cheek and winking at me.
He held out his elbow for me to take, and I hesitated. Not wanting to offend
him, I reached through his arm and let him walk me through the door and along
the walkway outside. When the twins were far enough in front of us, he leaned
in and whispered in my ear.
“You look…really nice,” I heard
his gulp.
I let go of his arm after that
and wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my jeans. I needed to be careful. I
didn’t want to give Gavin the wrong impression, and I didn’t want to forget
what mattered to me, either.
Gavin was right. We got into the
club without any trouble. The crowds were still filtering in slowly, and the
band hadn’t started to play yet. To kill time, Gavin ordered a pitcher of beer
and challenged me to a few rounds of pool. The twins were sitting along the bar
working on a group of freshmen girls who looked star struck by them. I just
rolled my eyes, embarrassed by my gender.
“Okay, how about we play some
nine-ball? Do you want me to teach you how to play?” Gavin asked, assuming. I
was going to play along with this, and it would be fun.
“Sounds fun. Okay,” I said,
grabbing a stick from the wall and standing at the head of the table while he
racked the balls.
The dingle twins and their
female fans had moved over to the stools by the poolroom and were watching now.
It was funny to see the girls react to their new eye candy. While the dingles
were good-looking boys, Gavin was downright sexy. He was wearing a tight black
shirt that accentuated his toned chest and abs and the scrolling artwork on
each of his arms. He paired it with his usual faded jeans and black Converse
shoes. He also wasn’t wearing his usual black-rimmed glasses, which made the
blue of his eyes stand out even more than normal.
“Okay, I’ll break and show you
how it’s done,” he said, moving me to the side to watch. I bit my tongue a
little to force down the giggle of superiority that was dying to escape me. I’d
been playing pool since I was 4; my grandpa was what you’d call a shark ,
and he had taught me well. When I was little, he would set me up on a chair so
I could reach the center of the table, and after 16 years of play on his
professional table at home, I was pretty threatening with a cue.
Gavin broke well and explained
the basics of the game to me while we circled the table. Nine-ball isn’t hard.
It’s just a game of counting, really. You shoot the balls in numerical order.
The trick is planning out your shots in advance so you’re never left in a
corner. I watched as Gavin took his next shot and knew he wasn’t going to be
much competition. To make things interesting, I decided to play up my novice
skills for a little longer, missing my first several shots and
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