Once he was back at school, he slowly walked down the long hallway to the
rec. room worrying about next Wednesday at 3:00. When he stepped into the
room, he saw that Connie and Guy had already started a game of pool. Connie
was beating Guy, of course. Adam had never seen her lose!
"Hey guys," he called across the room.
"Hey, sorry we started without you, but it shouldn't take me too long to beat Guy," Connie said smirking. Guy just rolled his eyes at her.
"It isn't my fault that you are the best pool player on the face of the earth," Guy said sarcastically.
"I'm not the best, you just suck!" Connie said easily shooting the eight ball into the right corner pocket.
"Wanna try and beat me, Banksie?"
"I won't even hafta try," he smiled and grabbed the stick from Guy.
"How'd your appointment go?" Connie asked leaning over the table to set up the balls. Adam grabbed the cue ball and went to the other side of the table. He centered the cue ball on the green felt. Connie finished racking the balls and pulled the plastic triangle away from them. Adam lined up the shot and hit the balls right down the center sending them flying in every direction. A striped purple ball rolled into the left-hand bottom pocket.
"I'm stripes. It was pretty good. I'm healthy... well... I think," Adam said taking his second shot and hitting the striped yellow ball into the center pocket. He then took a shot at the green ball in the corner but hit it too hard and it flew off the table and almost hit Guy.
"Watch it," Guy yipped jumping out of the way of the ball. "I think... Is that a good sign?" Guy asked chasing the ball to the far side of the room.
"Well, the doctor kinda made another appointment for next Wednesday. She wanted..."
"Why?" Connie interrupted knocking the blue solid ball and blue striped ball into the corner pocket.
"Thanks," Banks smiled and set up a shot for the green ball in the corner after Guy had returned it to the table. "I'm not really sure. She was listening to my heart and testing my reflexes and she noticed I had bruises. She thought it was kinda suspicious for having that many bruises in the off season."
"Yeah, that is kinda weird," Guy said watching Bank's green ball fly into the right corner. "Damn Banks," Guy watched Adam set up a shot behind his back and then he actually was able to hit the red ball into the far corner pocket. Guy's jaw dropped. "You're good." Adam smiled and leaned in for his final shot before the eight ball. He lined the shot up, but he hit the cue ball at the wrong angle and it didn't go anywhere.
"Yes," Connie smiled and lined up a shot in the corner with the orange ball. It flew straight in.
"Nice one," Guy said smiling.
"Well why would it matter how many bruises I had. I mean, I do play hockey, even if it is the off season. We have been practicing at the rink and playing street hockey. I could have gotten hurt then," Adam said thoughtfully.
"Can I see some of your bruises?" Connie asked. Adam reached down and pulled up one of his pant legs. "Jesus, Banks... I don't know how hockey, especially street hockey could do that to you. That's horrible." Connie cringed and looked at Guy who was in awe at the huge welts on Banksie's legs. Why have I never seen these before? Guy thought. I'm his freakin' roommate. Connie stood back up.
"Thanks guys, you made me feel so much better about next week," Adam smiled, but you could see in his eyes that he was scared. More scared then he had ever been in all of his life. Connie took her next shot and the cue ball flew all around the table hitting nothing. She smiled and looked at Adam.
"Anytime Cake Eater," Guy smirked and Adam leaned over the table for his next shot. He hit the cue ball at the orange ball in the corner and then took aim at the 8 ball.
"Eight ball left hand middle pocket," Adam looked down at the table and hit a perfect shot. "Good game," he put his stick on the table and smiled at Connie.
"Not bad yourself," she said and put her stick up on the table. "Well, I better go. Jules is waiting for me to study history with her." She walked over to Guy and hugged him.
"See ya at dinner... I've got a surprise for you," he whispered in her ear.
"I'll be there," she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Guy. She stepped away from him. "See ya at dinner," she said looking at both of the boys and slowly pulling open the door.
"I can't believe you did that," Guy said looking up at Adam.
"Did what?"
"You're supposed to let Connie win. She's a girl," Guy smiled and Adam gave him a very sarcastic look.
"I bet that's what you do every time you and Connie play games."
"Of course."
"Yeah, you just don't wanna admit that your girlfriend beats you in every game you guys play," Adam said laughing.
"Oh shut up!!" Guy said shoving Adam towards the door. "You're just jealous."
"That's right I'm jealous that you can't beat Connie." Adam laughed and Guy rolled his eyes.
"Let's go Cake Eater."
"Hey guys," he called across the room.
"Hey, sorry we started without you, but it shouldn't take me too long to beat Guy," Connie said smirking. Guy just rolled his eyes at her.
"It isn't my fault that you are the best pool player on the face of the earth," Guy said sarcastically.
"I'm not the best, you just suck!" Connie said easily shooting the eight ball into the right corner pocket.
"Wanna try and beat me, Banksie?"
"I won't even hafta try," he smiled and grabbed the stick from Guy.
"How'd your appointment go?" Connie asked leaning over the table to set up the balls. Adam grabbed the cue ball and went to the other side of the table. He centered the cue ball on the green felt. Connie finished racking the balls and pulled the plastic triangle away from them. Adam lined up the shot and hit the balls right down the center sending them flying in every direction. A striped purple ball rolled into the left-hand bottom pocket.
"I'm stripes. It was pretty good. I'm healthy... well... I think," Adam said taking his second shot and hitting the striped yellow ball into the center pocket. He then took a shot at the green ball in the corner but hit it too hard and it flew off the table and almost hit Guy.
"Watch it," Guy yipped jumping out of the way of the ball. "I think... Is that a good sign?" Guy asked chasing the ball to the far side of the room.
"Well, the doctor kinda made another appointment for next Wednesday. She wanted..."
"Why?" Connie interrupted knocking the blue solid ball and blue striped ball into the corner pocket.
"Thanks," Banks smiled and set up a shot for the green ball in the corner after Guy had returned it to the table. "I'm not really sure. She was listening to my heart and testing my reflexes and she noticed I had bruises. She thought it was kinda suspicious for having that many bruises in the off season."
"Yeah, that is kinda weird," Guy said watching Bank's green ball fly into the right corner. "Damn Banks," Guy watched Adam set up a shot behind his back and then he actually was able to hit the red ball into the far corner pocket. Guy's jaw dropped. "You're good." Adam smiled and leaned in for his final shot before the eight ball. He lined the shot up, but he hit the cue ball at the wrong angle and it didn't go anywhere.
"Yes," Connie smiled and lined up a shot in the corner with the orange ball. It flew straight in.
"Nice one," Guy said smiling.
"Well why would it matter how many bruises I had. I mean, I do play hockey, even if it is the off season. We have been practicing at the rink and playing street hockey. I could have gotten hurt then," Adam said thoughtfully.
"Can I see some of your bruises?" Connie asked. Adam reached down and pulled up one of his pant legs. "Jesus, Banks... I don't know how hockey, especially street hockey could do that to you. That's horrible." Connie cringed and looked at Guy who was in awe at the huge welts on Banksie's legs. Why have I never seen these before? Guy thought. I'm his freakin' roommate. Connie stood back up.
"Thanks guys, you made me feel so much better about next week," Adam smiled, but you could see in his eyes that he was scared. More scared then he had ever been in all of his life. Connie took her next shot and the cue ball flew all around the table hitting nothing. She smiled and looked at Adam.
"Anytime Cake Eater," Guy smirked and Adam leaned over the table for his next shot. He hit the cue ball at the orange ball in the corner and then took aim at the 8 ball.
"Eight ball left hand middle pocket," Adam looked down at the table and hit a perfect shot. "Good game," he put his stick on the table and smiled at Connie.
"Not bad yourself," she said and put her stick up on the table. "Well, I better go. Jules is waiting for me to study history with her." She walked over to Guy and hugged him.
"See ya at dinner... I've got a surprise for you," he whispered in her ear.
"I'll be there," she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Guy. She stepped away from him. "See ya at dinner," she said looking at both of the boys and slowly pulling open the door.
"I can't believe you did that," Guy said looking up at Adam.
"Did what?"
"You're supposed to let Connie win. She's a girl," Guy smiled and Adam gave him a very sarcastic look.
"I bet that's what you do every time you and Connie play games."
"Of course."
"Yeah, you just don't wanna admit that your girlfriend beats you in every game you guys play," Adam said laughing.
"Oh shut up!!" Guy said shoving Adam towards the door. "You're just jealous."
"That's right I'm jealous that you can't beat Connie." Adam laughed and Guy rolled his eyes.
"Let's go Cake Eater."
