The Werewolf Hunter

Sharp Shooter

I slept for hours. It was beautiful! Not having class today was the best thing that could happen. Checking my phone, I received a few text messages. Becca is not available to work out but Rachel is! Hurrying to get dressed since I slept in so late, I quickly threw on a pair of black leggings, a tight purple tank top and some tennis shoes. I wrapped my hair up in a messy bun and left the apartment to head to the gym, locking my door on the way out. School campus was only about half a mile away so it was not that far to go.

Rachel is already on a treadmill when I finally got there. She is a mile in, so I push myself to catch up. We spend about 3 hours going from the treadmill machine to bench presses, more leg workouts and weights.

Needless to saying our legs and arms felt like jello. As we were about to leave, I notice a pool table open in the lobby of the gym. They have 3 pool tables but it's very rare that some punk guys aren't using all 3. I immediately stopped Rachel and begged her to play a few rounds, I am a bit rusty but I love playing pool.

Rachel finally agreed to play a few rounds since she enjoyed playing it too. “This is why you're my best friend!” I shrieked and happy danced my way to the table.

“Blah Blah Blah, rack them up!” Rachel giggles as she picks out two pool sticks for us to use and chalks up the edges.

Starting out, we suck. I told you I am rusty, I usually need about one or two games to really start showing my skills. Rachel knew this and was taking full advantage while she could. She was definitely beating me but I was the one who eventually sunk the eight ball in first, clearing the table of all solids.

Smiling at my victory, even though I played terribly, Rachel had to rack up the balls for another round. We are laughing and making fun of each other's horrible game when two of those punk guys I was talking about walked over. One is my height, with a gray beanie, skin tight shirt to show off his muscles and basketball shorts. With his legs showing, it looks like he has missed leg day workouts for a few months now. His friend is shorter with darker skin and a little bit of a fro.

“Hello, ladies.We saw you playing a game of pool over there and thought maybe you would want some pointers. I can be an excellent teacher.” He winks at me and smiles. It isn't even a playful smile, it is more of a demeaning, controlled smile. His friend just stays quiet and smiles at Rachel.

Rachel and I just look at each other, immediately realizing she felt the same discomfort I did, I just give her a nod to tell her I would take care of it. Rachel has had bad experiences with men, so if she gives me any look of discomfort, I just take control.

“I think we are good guys, thanks.” Giving them a weak smile, hoping they will get the point. But unfortunately not.

“Trust me, you need our help. It's ok if you suck, we won the last pool tournament on campus. Even won $200 dollars. You could learn a thing or two from us.” He walked over and leaning me over the pool table to grab my pool stick, as if he was gonna force me to learn how to play this game.

Yeah, at this point, I have a point to make and we are not leaving this gym empty handed. Looking at Rachel again for the mental approval, she shook her head knowing exactly what I was thinking. I love her for this.

“Wow!” I spoke up walking around the table away from this creep. “A whole $200 dollars, THAT is impressive.” The guys started to get excited, and began to kind of hit each other to egg the other one on.

“How about we play one game? If we win, we get that $200 dollars. If you win, you can take us out next Friday night, and we will pay.” I gave them my best bobble blonde smile, and they turned slightly red.

“Oh, you're on.” The shorter guy says, running to grab him and his partner their own pool sticks.

Rachel finished racking the balls up. “Ladies first.” Oh what a gentleman. I just giggle and walk over, place the white ball down and move it over to the side so it will hit the triangle of balls on the side. I bend down to get eye level and immediately break my facade of being the dumb girl who is gonna lose this game.

I hit the white ball, hearing a loud CRACK as all the balls scatter across the table. Rachel went to go sit down, and started scrolling on her phone. She knew this isn't gonna last long.

On my first hit, I made in two solid balls. Then, one after another, I sank every solid ball. Calling the last 8 ball into the corner pocket, I, again, sank it with ease. The poor boys didn't even have a chance.

I finally look up at them, jaws almost dropping and eyes wide open. “I am a bit of a sharp shooter myself, did I forget to mention that?” Putting back on the facade of being a poor, defenseless girl.

Rachel hopped up, walked over to the guys and put her hand out, “That'll be $200 dollars.” A deal is a deal, the boys emptied their wallets and handed us $100 each. They walked out of the gym with their heads hung low.

“I feel bad for taking the money.” Rachel said after they walked away.

“I don't. They were gross and I did give them a chance to walk away!”

“True! These are good points and I no longer feel sorry for them.”

“Good, now let's go get some pizza, I am starving!!”

We walked out of the gym with more muscle and money than we had before. After our late lunch, I decided to go home and shower up before work. It was going to be a long weekend so I better be prepared for it. There's a game tonight so it will be packed afterwards.

Plus I won't have my girls with me since they are taking this time to drive home for the weekend so I have to fend for myself unfortunately.