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"Wait, Leila! I didn't mean it." I ignored the whistles as I walked in with Spot right on my tail and apologizing.
"Whatever you guys. Jack Kelly, I believe I have a bone to pick with you," as I said the second half I turned towards him and gave him a good, hard, glare.
"Ah, jeez Leila, it was just a joke," he replied while looking at his cards very hard to ignore the daggers I was shooting at him.
"Yeah? Well yur little joke caused me to haves to runs inta himself ovah theah," I jerked my thumb towards Spot who was sitting backwards in a chair across the table looking rather smug. "And as you might image I really did not enjoy that one bit."
"Ooooo, excuuuse me, ma'lady. I had no idea the delicate state my eency weency joke had put you in."
I gave him a black eye right then and there. I think if he hadn't been so stunned he probably would have hit me back. No one expected Leila, "the goil" to hit Jack. Other people? Yes, no doubt, but surely not Jack. They all thought it would it would end in me being huffy for a few days and Jack having that stupid, though extremely sexy, grin on his face all week.
"Yeah, well too bad fer yous me "delicate states" don't last long enough fer yous ta escape this widouta shinah. Now, if yous'll give me bag back I'll be on me way up ta bed."
After a long pause, and then a devilish smile and some scheme was conjured in his mind he said, "Nah, I don't thinks so. Yous gonna hafta pays fer hittin me." I smirked as he lifted his icy glass of booze to his eye and winced in pain as the two made contact. "Yous gonna hafta win it back in a little card game wes likes ta call pokah."
"Ah, Cowboy, ya knows that ain't fiah, Leila ain't nevah played pokah befores. She'll lose aftah the first round. Why don't you think of somethin a goil like her could really do." I didn't need to turn in order to know that "the king himself had just spoken," I could feel his glittering eyes on the back of my head before I even saw them. He was just aiming to piss me off tonight wasn't he? I locked eyes with him and a shiver wnet through me. *It's amazing how his eyes can turn hard steel when he's furious, stormy grey when he's sad or can twinkle like stars when he's happy.* I allowed myself to be pulled into these two pinpoints of light for only a few seconds, then I had to struggle to get out. *His eyes are like swirling vortexes of emotion that can hold you in terror or...* another shiver went through my body, this time for another reason, for reasons of *attraction...NO! This cannot be happening! I am not attracted to Spot Conlon! He's annoying, cocky, self-absorbed... hot. NO!* All these things ran trough my head in a matter of seconds so nobody raised suspicions, Spot knew something was up. He arched one eyebrow in a questioning way, partly as to what had just been exchanged between us and partly as to what I was going to do next.
I turned back to Jack, dear God, Jack. He was laughing at me, but as I looked at him I couldn't keep my stomach from doing flip flops. I adored the way his hair would fall in front of those chocolate eyes. Those sweet, soft, milk chocolate eyes of his that made me feel safe and at the same time electrified me from head to toe when he glanced and me.
"Deal me in." I said flatly as I pulled up a chair. The laughter in the room immediately ceases, no one had predicted that I would actually play. I never played card games with the boys, I always went up to the bunkroom of out on the roof.
"Alright doll- Leila, what evah ya say." Jack dealt the cards and started explaining the game to me.
"I don't need ya ta be an ass Cowboy and act like I'se a baby. I knows how ta play," and with that the evening began.
Shout outs
Pirate Chic: thanx 4 ur constant support and friendship ur always encouraging me 2 keep going and I know that if no1 else will read my story then atleast u will. Luv ya always.
hai'mnotgonnatellyouwhoia: actually I do know who u r lefty. So haha. Thanx 4 atleast going 2 my story now will u read it?
"Wait, Leila! I didn't mean it." I ignored the whistles as I walked in with Spot right on my tail and apologizing.
"Whatever you guys. Jack Kelly, I believe I have a bone to pick with you," as I said the second half I turned towards him and gave him a good, hard, glare.
"Ah, jeez Leila, it was just a joke," he replied while looking at his cards very hard to ignore the daggers I was shooting at him.
"Yeah? Well yur little joke caused me to haves to runs inta himself ovah theah," I jerked my thumb towards Spot who was sitting backwards in a chair across the table looking rather smug. "And as you might image I really did not enjoy that one bit."
"Ooooo, excuuuse me, ma'lady. I had no idea the delicate state my eency weency joke had put you in."
I gave him a black eye right then and there. I think if he hadn't been so stunned he probably would have hit me back. No one expected Leila, "the goil" to hit Jack. Other people? Yes, no doubt, but surely not Jack. They all thought it would it would end in me being huffy for a few days and Jack having that stupid, though extremely sexy, grin on his face all week.
"Yeah, well too bad fer yous me "delicate states" don't last long enough fer yous ta escape this widouta shinah. Now, if yous'll give me bag back I'll be on me way up ta bed."
After a long pause, and then a devilish smile and some scheme was conjured in his mind he said, "Nah, I don't thinks so. Yous gonna hafta pays fer hittin me." I smirked as he lifted his icy glass of booze to his eye and winced in pain as the two made contact. "Yous gonna hafta win it back in a little card game wes likes ta call pokah."
"Ah, Cowboy, ya knows that ain't fiah, Leila ain't nevah played pokah befores. She'll lose aftah the first round. Why don't you think of somethin a goil like her could really do." I didn't need to turn in order to know that "the king himself had just spoken," I could feel his glittering eyes on the back of my head before I even saw them. He was just aiming to piss me off tonight wasn't he? I locked eyes with him and a shiver wnet through me. *It's amazing how his eyes can turn hard steel when he's furious, stormy grey when he's sad or can twinkle like stars when he's happy.* I allowed myself to be pulled into these two pinpoints of light for only a few seconds, then I had to struggle to get out. *His eyes are like swirling vortexes of emotion that can hold you in terror or...* another shiver went through my body, this time for another reason, for reasons of *attraction...NO! This cannot be happening! I am not attracted to Spot Conlon! He's annoying, cocky, self-absorbed... hot. NO!* All these things ran trough my head in a matter of seconds so nobody raised suspicions, Spot knew something was up. He arched one eyebrow in a questioning way, partly as to what had just been exchanged between us and partly as to what I was going to do next.
I turned back to Jack, dear God, Jack. He was laughing at me, but as I looked at him I couldn't keep my stomach from doing flip flops. I adored the way his hair would fall in front of those chocolate eyes. Those sweet, soft, milk chocolate eyes of his that made me feel safe and at the same time electrified me from head to toe when he glanced and me.
"Deal me in." I said flatly as I pulled up a chair. The laughter in the room immediately ceases, no one had predicted that I would actually play. I never played card games with the boys, I always went up to the bunkroom of out on the roof.
"Alright doll- Leila, what evah ya say." Jack dealt the cards and started explaining the game to me.
"I don't need ya ta be an ass Cowboy and act like I'se a baby. I knows how ta play," and with that the evening began.
Shout outs
Pirate Chic: thanx 4 ur constant support and friendship ur always encouraging me 2 keep going and I know that if no1 else will read my story then atleast u will. Luv ya always.
hai'mnotgonnatellyouwhoia: actually I do know who u r lefty. So haha. Thanx 4 atleast going 2 my story now will u read it?