Spitefully Yours by Aja Jorgensen

Author:Aja Jorgensen [Jorgensen, Aja]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-04T16:00:00+00:00

Now

I smile as I lead Jamie through the open door. I can't help but feel a little proud about what I planned for this date. It's on the nose and so obvious that I have to hold myself back from laughing as I lead him to the pool table in the back of the bar. I found this place when I first came to school and I usually come at least once a month to play. It reminds me of home.

Jamie looks good. He's wearing a tight white shirt with a denim jacket over it, black pants and a pair of white Vans. I spot us in a mirror as we walk past and we look good together. I'm wearing light jeans with a few flirty tears in them, a black top that hangs off my shoulders and dainty black high heels. My hair is up in a curly ponytail so that I can show off my shoulders.

As if Jamie caught me looking in the mirror he leans close to me and says, "You look beautiful tonight."

"Thank you," I reply as my stomach fills with butterflies.

I grab the nearest pool cue and lean up against the table. I rub some chalk on the top of it and hold his eye contact as I blow off the excess. I see a glimmer flash through his eyes and I bite my lip to hold in my smile. I love seeing the power I have over him. As I lean down to break, I can feel him watching me. I peek over at him to see his eyes running over the length of my body and I can't help but add to it but slowly drawing my fingers up the cue stick. I see the corner of his mouth turn up and he catches my eye, smiling at me and shaking his head. I pull back and make the break shot, one of the solid balls going in. I make my way to the other side of the table and sink another two solid balls. Jamie quirks up his eyebrow at me in surprise.

"So you're a pool shark?" he chuckles.

I shrug nonchalantly and he shakes his head again.

Jamie is pretty good at pool but I easily beat him in the first round. This is exactly what I planned and expected all those years ago. The flirting from across the table and the lingering eyes as I lean forward to shoot is exactly what I hoped for in high school. Now as it plays out in front of me, I feel sad about the lost time we could have had.

"I used to play a lot of pool growing up. We had one in our basement and my dad and I would play a lot," I explain as I take the lead during the second game. I like to bring up the past with him. It feels like an inside joke with myself.

He takes his time lining up his next shot and then slams into the pocket.

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