Apple of Discord

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

Akeem gave her the most innocent stare he probably ever pulled of his life. “Me, cheating? I would never consider it,” he told her but just like her lips curled up ever so slightly, so did his. Somehow, he doubted cheating was not something either of them would never consider. Of course, for now, unless it was done in jest, there really was no reason to cheat. He didn't think his pride would be damaged too much if Lucy was to beat him here. Especially considering what the prize for winning, or losing when you think about it, was. Who could mock him then? Perhaps one of those who thought Lucy was too much of a bitch to approach her. But they were the idiot ones for not seeing the interest there was in hooking up with a girl looking like she did.

It seemed like her confidence was slowly faltering. Her first shots were good but now that this was getting a little more complicated, she was losing her touch. The outcome of this not being too important, Akeem was doing his best not to care about who would win. He was kind of a sore loser though but he could still get over it with kissing her afterwards, making all of this a lot easier on his ego. And if someone wanted to make fun of him for losing to her, he could still pretend he did it on purpose. Hey, if they were not to see, who cared what he said?

Akeem placed himself as it was now his turn. He hit a ball alright. Sadly, it was not this one that got in but the black 8-ball. “Damn,” he let out as he saw this. He knew there were many different rules to billiard but he was pretty sure that meant he just lost. Or something like that. He just put an end to this game when it just became interesting. “You want to collect now or we go for a two out of three?”