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“Seriously, where’s your head at? You’re playing worse than I’ve ever seen!” Chris laughed, positioning himself at one side of the pool table and leaning over to aim for the eight ball.
“F*ck,” I muttered as the black ball gracefully and mockingly sank into the left corner pocket. I shot a glance at Chris, who wore that infuriatingly confident smile. I wanted to punch him, but he wasn’t wrong. I hadn’t played this badly in years. It was humiliating.
“Want to try and win back some honor?” he asked with a smirk.
I just shook my head and rolled my eyes. “You know, you’re incredibly annoying whenever you win a game, right?”
He shrugged. “The ladies love it when I win.”
I shook my head again. “Only because it gives them an excuse to cling to your arm and tell you how ‘amazing’ y
