Chapter 2 - Let's Play Pool

Kane had never thought he would have downed that many shots. He never even wanted to go to the party in the first place, but the atmosphere made him lose his walls and he began downing as many as he could. He finally was introduced to Randy, and was able to have a regular conversations for a few seconds before the girls grabbed his arms and pulled him towards the bar. He met a few more randoms that he was unable to catch their names, and the night was just getting started. He was atrociously tipsy, but not yet completely drunk. His vision doubled here and there, and maintaining his balance was growing a bit hard, but he was consciously able to understand what was happening.

He lost the group when they decided to head towards the dance floor, and Kane had decided that finding the bathroom would be the best bet since he was struggling to hold it in any longer. He had no idea how to get to at least a bathroom; this home was gigantic. He left the party area and headed for the kitchen, where he saw a couple making out, an obvious nerd pouring himself another drink, and a few football players grabbing more drinks and dumping them in a cooler, and another chugging a beer before crushing the bottle and chugging another one without no break.

When he walked by them, they eyed him for a moment before one of them said, "Aye, who are you?"

All of them now faced him, and a curse word exploded in Kane's head. He was not here to be confronted over anything, and that instantly caused his eyes to darken, all of them noticing the change in his features that happened within a split second.

The one that had spoken was Jasper, and he stepped towards Kane, his droopy eyes eyeing him suspiciously. He was taller than Kane by a few inches, his shoulders much more broadened and he had much more weight on him as well. That was why he was not frightened by Kane's glare and tilted his head, "It's my house."

Kane wanted to curse at him, flip him off and walk away, but he had to be nice in this new environment. He forced a smile, "My name's Kane, and I—"

"That doesn't tell us who you are," Jasper raised his eyebrows. "We've never seen you before."

Kane's hands tightened into fists, but he again smiled, "I'm Ally's step-brother."

All of them eyed one another, and then they burst into laughter, Jasper leaning forward and placing a hand on Kane's shoulder, tightly squeezing. "You should have said that! So you're Kane?"

Kane frowned, I just said that. "Yea, nice to meet you guys. By the way, I'm looking for the bathroom?"

"Yea, so go through this hallway, it's downstairs to your left."

He felt relieved when he was able to escape these clowns, Jasper seeming to be the biggest bully of all time. His tone had been very condescending, and if it hadn't been for this new surrounding, he would have decked him in the jaw. Kane was fuming in anger, stomping his feet to the bathroom and he was seconds from slamming the door behind him when he noticed someone squeezing her way inside.

"Sorry," Jamie said, entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her, "I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

It was clear she had been drinking, since she was unable to stand on her own with her entire body leaning against the mirror as she scrutinized every single of Kane's features, which he noticed. Her eyes went from the tip of his shoes, to his belt around his waist, the way his turtleneck folded, the watch on his wrist, and his enthralling navy eyes. He sent his hand through his hair, pulling a few strands back and she felt her entire body grow warm.

Kane was not sober either, and Jamie did look quite delicious.

"I'm fine," he replied, scooting nearer to the toilet, "I just had to pee that's all."

"Oh," Jamie stepped towards him, "well...since it's already going to be...out of its case...I was wondering if you..." she bit her bottom lip seductively, her hands reaching for his chest before one trailed to his neck. Her lips drew nearer to his neck, and he felt her warm breath against his skin. As much as he was not interested in Jamie, it had been a while ever since he had any fun, and that was why he shoved her against the door, squeezed his chest against hers and leaned his face closer, connecting their lips together.

Jamie was aggressively, biting his bottom lip to the point he was certain she had broken his skin, and her nail dug deep in his flesh. She reached for his belt buckle, and when she was able to pull it down enough, she pulled her dress to her waist and turned around, her face against the door.

Kane reached with his fingers, hearing a soft moan escape her lips and whispered next to her ear, "Holy shit...you're so wet..."

When he began thrusting, at first he was slowly feeling her reactions before he quickened his rhythm, his finger gripping her hair and pulling back, seeing her neck being exposed and his tongue soon began to lick all over her sensitive flesh.

It was not long before both of them reached their peak, Jamie's legs barely able to support her weight for a few seconds and Kane moving to the toilet seconds before his peak was reached. When they were both done, redressing their clothes and Kane tightening his belt, Jamie opened the bathroom door, "I'll see you around."

Kane followed her out the door, but was seconds from heading upstairs when he noticed there was a pool table in another room. Multiple people were there, and Kane could not resist heading into that room. The minute he pushed the door open, none of them even realized he entered the room.

This was definitely not his scene. The way they dressed, they spoke, even the way they played did not have the same vibe he was used to. He was not surprised to find that obvious nerd from the kitchen, downing a shot before heading towards the pool table with his cue stick. He eyed the white ball with carefulness, moving his body to position himself correctly, and meticulously, in one swift motion, his the end of his cue stick onto the ball. The white ball hit the 1 yellow ball into a hole, but its trajectory drifted to a 6 green and a 3 red, born of them being hit into holes on their way.

The entire crowd cheered, tapping him on the shoulder as he reached his last shot. In an instant, without even trying, he hit the black ball into one of the holes, and lo and behold, he was declared victor.

He heard a few comments that peaked his interest. One of them said, "He literally won eighteen games in a row without any trouble. He won five of them in one round."

Another said, "He's just trolling at this point—how is he so good?"

Then he heard, "Nobody can beat him—"

"I can beat him." When Kane spoke, all of them fell silent and faced him. It was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, and Kane shrugged his shoulders, eyeing them all, "I think I can. Pass me a cue stick, let me show you."

"I'm down to play you," the obvious nerd said, taking another shot. Everyone seemed to be amateurs, but once Kane received a cue stick, the way his fingers melodically head it in his hands, how he chalked the tip with delicacy but knowledge of how much to put on, he knew this was not going to be an easy game.

Kane rolled up his sleeves, removed all his jewelry, even his rings, before stepping up beside the table, "You break."

"Are you sure?" the obvious nerd spoke.

He shrugged his shoulders, "No, but I'm taking my luck."

The obvious nerd broke, and Kane took the next turn. The moment he hit the first of his ball into the pocket, two others hit in separate directions and landing in different pockets, the entire room fell into silence terribly deep. The obvious nerd had no idea what to do nor say, simply standing there amazed at his shot.

Kane smirked, "Four more to go, right?"

It was no surprise that the next shot, Kane hit two of them in pockets, and then one of them in his last one. The next one, he missed, but only the obvious nerd was able to tell that was done on purpose. He eyed Kane, reading the smirk on his lips before shaking his head and selecting which ball he was going to hit, "I guess it's my turn, isn't it?"

"Yes," Kane spoke quietly.

He leaned over the table, positioned himself in front of the white ball and hit two in their pockets. The next round, he hit three, and then the last one was a difficult shot that he was unable to pull off, the ball rolling all the way to the edge of the pocket but never falling inside.

Kane stood up, eyeing the table and seeing the next two easy shots to win the game. He hit his eight ball, landing in a corner pocket, and the black ball was easily positioned to land directly inside a middle pocket. When he won, the entire room stayed quiet for a second, all eyeing the both of them, before exploding in cheers, tapping Kane on the back.

"How the hell are you that good?"

"Who are you?"

"Yea," the obvious nerd did not seem as friendly as he had been a second ago, "who are you?"

"The name's Kane," he smiled, "Kane Trésor."