As I pulled into the parking lot for Nicky's I saw that it wasn't too full, but there were some cars there that I recognized. I parked my car, put the GPS away in the glove box, and got out of my car. My shoulder and foot still burned a little, but it was a lot less than the original amount of pain I was in. After locking the doors, I made my way into Nicky's. As I walked through the door, my ears were bombarded with extremely loud music and shouts of laughter and anger. I glanced around, and thought I saw the boy named Reid, but I wasn't sure.
I wandered over to what appeared to be the bar, and I waited for a guy who was a little on the heavy side to come over to my side of the bar. Before he got there, someone came up behind me and whispered something in my ear.
"Hey gorgeous, how's about I buy you some lunch?" I almost had to restrain myself from laughing when I recognized whose voice it was. Smirking, I turned around. As soon as Reid saw my face, he had a look of fear spread slowly across his. "Oh, umm… Abby? Was it?"
"Abigail," I said "and I do believe that you" I said poking his chest "offered to buy me lunch." I saw his friends behind him laughing. "Well," I said crossing my arms in front of my chest, "are you going to buy me lunch or not?" I could tell that he was upset that he was now trapped, but that just made me want to laugh at him even more.
"Well, I guess you've got me trapped then haven't you?" He said, smirking and trying to turn the tables on me with his bad boy charm.
"Yeah, I do." I said, getting closer to him, proving to him that his 'charms' weren't working on me.
"How about we play for it?" He asked, closing the gap in between us even more. I raised an eyebrow.
"Play?" I asked him, wondering what he had in mind. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone hand Reid a pool stick. He put the pool stick in between the two of us and tapped me right between the eyes with it. "Pool? Oh, you're going down pretty boy!" I said, an evil grin spreading across my face.
"If you're so confident, why don't we make the bet a little more interesting?" He asked, now so close our toes were touching.
"Alright, if I win you buy me lunch… And you have to come shopping with me and carry my bags around." I said, putting my hands on my hips.
"And if I win, you're going to buy me some fries since I already had lunch, and…" He was really quiet for a little while, then a smirk spread across his face, and I became worried –but I didn't let him know, heck why should I be scared , I didn't even know what he wanted.- "Feed them to me." I gave him a look that said 'are-you-freaking-kidding-me?' "Without your hands" he added, and his smile spread across his face.
"So… Either way I get food?" I asked tilting my head slightly. He laughed at me.
"I guess you could say that." He said, still smiling.
"Sounds good to me, you're on!" I said, taking the pool stick out of his hand and walking over to the closest open pool table.
"Hey! That's…" He said angrily, but I interrupted him before he could finish.
"Let me guess, your lucky pool stick?" I asked turning around with my free hand on my hip.
"Yeah," he said putting a hand on it, right above where I had a grip on it. "And I'd like it back." I put my other hand directly above his.
"Oh really now?" I asked, and he put his other hand above mine. I was glad he understood what I was attempting. "Why? Are you afraid you'll lose without it…" I said once again topping his hand with my own. "To a girl?" He laughed at this thought, following my motion exactly.
"Nope, I just think would be funnier if I completely kicked your ass instead of just beating you." He said, and I moved up my other hand.
"Why are you so convinced you'll be the one kicking ass?" I asked. He moved his hand up.
" 'Cause I never lose." He said. I moved up my hand. We were fairly close to reaching the top.
"Oh really?" He moved his hand. "Well then today will be a first." I moved my hand.
"Not likely." He moved his hand. I raised an eyebrow and my hand.
"You're a cocky son of a bitch aren't you?" He moved his hand. I moved mine and realized how close we were to the top.
"I have the right to be." He moved his hand. I moved mine. 'Crap, we're…' He placed his hand flat on top of all three of our hands.
"Damn it…" I muttered, and crossed my arms, fake pouting.
"Aw, don't worry honey; I'll go easy on you." Reid said winking at me. 'Oh no he just didn't!' I thought, trying not as pissed as I really was. I walked over to the wall and grabbed a pool stick, then headed back over to the table.
"You break?" I said, motioning to the triangle of pool balls sitting on the table.
"If you insist." He said, still smirking.
"Is your face stuck that way?" I wondered aloud.
"Huh?" His face fell and he looked more confused than my mom when I tried to talk to her about math.
"Obviously not…" I said, looking up at the ceiling. He just shook his head, and the smirk returned. He hit the cue ball, and I felt a burning pain in my shoulder, the same kind of pain that I had felt when I was straightening my hair a while ago. 'What the hell!' My brain screamed as I gripped my shoulder.
"You alright?" Reid asked. I just shook my head, biting my lip, trying not to scream. Why was this happening to me? Why now? I had always had pains in my shoulder, but never this strong before.
"I'll be fine, I just…" I started, but the pain just became stronger. "Frick frick frick frick frick!" I whispered, now doubling over squeezing my shoulder. Then, all of a sudden, the pain just… Went away. I stood back up straight, and looked at the pool table. Reid had knocked in two of the striped balls with one shot. "You are good." I said. He chuckled a bit.
"You freaked me out a little there." He said, getting ready to hit the cue ball a second time. This time, none of the balls went in. 'Huh, I guess that first one had just been a lucky shot…' I thought to myself. I bent down to level myself with the pool table, trying to figure out which ball would be the easiest to hit in. Finally I decided on the six ball, which was only a few inches from being hit into the socket. Right as I was shooting the cue ball, the pain in my shoulder flared up again. I managed to shoot the ball fine and knock the other one into the socket.
"What is going on!" I muttered, grabbing my arm. All of a sudden, one of Reid's friends walked over. He grabbed Reid's shoulder and whispered something that sounded like, 'Outside, now.' I watched as Reid walked away –well, it was more like he was being dragged off by his friend.-
~Reid's POV~
"What the hell Caleb?" I said pulling my arm out of his grasp once we were back behind Nicky's.
"You know what you were doing! You know who she is!" He shouted, glaring at me.
"So what?" I asked, shoving him.
"So, you know what our using does to her!" Caleb said, getting in my face.
"So we have to quit using now because SHE'S here?" I asked, really getting pissed off.
"I'm not saying that exactly, I'm saying that we need to definitely watch how much we use while she's here." He said.
"Whatever, now if you excuse me I've got some fries to win…" I said walking back inside, but when I got there, Abby was gone.