Disclaimer: Again I do not own the lyrics to the song that features at the top of the story. This chapter was inspired by Sam Smith's Stay With Me, I always get an Eyeball vibe from it lol.

Authors Note: Told you I was going to use this as a place to put my Cobra one-shots in! Again, this is a little short one-shot but this time about Eyeball. It's filled with angst, and what-not, hope you like it! Thank you to powerroverbirds, CastleRockGirl and FilmFr34K for reviewing the first one-shot.

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Guess it's true, I'm not good at a one-night stand
But I still need love 'cause I'm just a man
- Sam Smith.

"Go to Hell! I never want to see you again!"

He had one shot, and he blew it!

He couldn't get her out of his mind, the way the dimples on her cheeks disappeared when she frowned, the way she - unintentionally - pushed her breasts up when she crossed her arms, he couldn't help but ogle down at them, in that moment his nickname had never fitted so perfectly.

"I'm sorry, all right? How was I supposed to know you'd find out? It ain't my fault you fell for the lies. But you gotta believe me when I say... I ain't never felt this way 'bout a chick before. I think I'm in love wit' ya."

Jesus! If his friends had been there; if they'd have heard him... But, he wouldn't have cared! In fact he wished they had been there! Then maybe she would have seen that he really had meant those words. Of course, his friends would have ragged on him and he would've never have lived it down. But, he would've gotten the girl and that's all that really mattered.

"Earth to, Eyeball," a voice said, followed by a sharp shove on his chest; possibly by an elbow. "We gotta go, man! You gonna let Ace beat ya... or what?"

Eyeball had ignored whatever Vince was moaning on, and on about, all he could focus on was the dull ache throbbing through his chest; not by Vince's elbow, but - possibly - by an aching heart. Although he deserved it, rightly so, he couldn't help but feel angry.

Angry at himself, angry at her... the chick knew who he really was. She knew who she was dealing with, and with Eyeball Chambers at the front line; it always had to be a deal. A deal with a Chambers always ended with either deceit, deception, and disloyalty. Unfortunately, she got all three.

"We could've been something, Rich. We could've really had something."

If he could just close his eyes and take it all back, he would.

"Asshole has been bragging all week about this! Now he decides to turn pussy?" Vince shoved him again.

The pit of self-sorrow certainly wasn't going down well in Irby's, or with his friends. Vince, Billy and Charlie gawked at him, waiting for him to respond, even if it was with just a twitch of an eye... they wouldn't mind, they'd take it. They had never been good with feelings!

"Shit! Get him another beer," Billy groaned. "I got ten riding on him."

"What's he need a beer for?" Eyeball wasn't too sure who had spoken, their voices had seemed to mold into one since he had started drinking, but he suspected it had been Charlie.

"To calm his nerves, numb-nuts!" Billy's voice confirmed it; he never would've spoken that way to Vince. Then again maybe he had been drinking more than he should've and decided to get a little too big for his boots. "I seen it in this movie... some guy - straight outta juvie - gets into this drag-race, you know? Ten minutes before the race he gets real jittery and-"

"He's gonna need more than a beer... once Ace finds out he's chickening out!" Vince said.

Eyeball was many things, but a coward? He wasn't going to sit back and let Vince make a fool out of him, instead he thought back to a technique his father had taught him.

"Pretend you're fine, son. And carry on fishing."

"Who you calling a chicken, ya fag!"

"Throw your line..."

"The only chicken here is the egg that came out of your mamma's fat ass!"

"...and you'll reel in some idiots!"

Billy and Charlie howled with laughter, gladly taking the bait.

Eyeball leaned back, proudly... that should do it!

"You better watch it, Chambers," Vince warned, eyeing Eyeball up and down, Unlike Charlie and Billy he wasn't so easily fooled. Vince turned to Billy and Charlie, and glared at them both. "What are you two retards waiting for? Get us some beers!" If there was one good thing to come from being in a gang, it was making the lesser of the group be on your beck and call, and Vince relished and jumped at the authority. He watched the two scurry to the bar before he turned back to his pal.

"What?" Eyeball asked, caught off guard at how Vince was looking at him.

"You still hung up on that chick?"

"Nah, man. I don't even remember her name."