Alphas on Top(95)

“Do you want to play pool?” Nico asks, looking over at the now empty pool table.

“Sure.” I shrug and get off the stool. I take off my hoodie and wrap it around my purse. Trevor grabs it and puts it in the booth, then I start walking towards the pool tables with the boys following behind me. I can feel Asher’s hand on my lower back, guiding me through the bar. We’re a few steps from the table when big boobed Barbie steps in front of our group. I step around her and leave them to deal with her.

“Where are you going?” I hear her whine. Why women do that, I will never know. Do they not know that it’s annoying?

“We’re gonna play pool,” I hear Asher tell her.

“What? Wait,” she says. I turn around and see her grabbing on to his arm. “I’ve been waiting all night for you to get here and you’re going to ditch me?”

“You can’t ditch someone you’re not with,” Cash mumbles from beside me.

I turn around and start setting up the table. I have no interest in watching her throw herself at him. “Okay, guys. Who’s gonna break?” They all look confused. “Are we gonna play or what?” I ask, looking at each of them.

“I’ll break,” Nico says, walking to pick a stick from the wall.

Standing near the table, I feel heat at my back. “You keep walking away from me,” Asher says and I almost laugh because he sounds upset.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I didn’t realize I was supposed to stand there while you got rid of big-boobed Barbie.”

“You could have taken me with you when you went.”

“I’ll try to remember that next time,” I say, shaking my head.

Nico, standing next to us, starts laughing. “Wow. The first one who is immune. I smell a recipe for disaster brewing,” he says. Asher smiles down at me like he’s happy about something.

“Whatever.” I give him my most sarcastic smile. Playing pool with the guys is fun. Asher and I are laughing and having a good time. The guys are telling me funny stories about people in town and Asher introduces me to some people who know my dad.

A ton of people drop by the table, talking to his brothers or just introducing themselves to me. After an hour, I start to notice there are a lot of women gathering around us. Whenever I try to make eye contact with them, they give me a dirty look. It's odd and I have no idea who any of them are. Then, more and more women start coming around the table. There are so many that it's hard to shoot without ramming the stick into one of them.

Asher is standing near me when a very pretty woman with a perfect body, deep red hair, and milky white skin comes up to us. She is wearing an outfit similar to big-boobed Barbie except her bra is black. I'm starting to wonder if this is some kind of dress code because they aren’t the only two women wearing something similar.

“Hi, Asher,” she purrs, placing herself between me and him while pressing her boobs into his chest.

“Jen,” he replies without really looking at her.

She stage whispers in his ear so that we can all hear, “Are you coming to my house tonight?”

“Why would you ask that shit? I haven’t been to your house for over a year,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. She is almost as tall as him. I realize they would make a beautiful couple and would give Miss Alice amazing looking grandbabies. That’s when I know I need to leave.

Yeah, he's hot but it's clear that he's a player. Not only that, but I would say we don’t fit at all. I'm cute but not beautiful. I'm also not skinny. I have a tummy, big boobs, and a bigger butt; on top of all that, I'm short. It will never work. Not when I can see the women he normally goes after. They all are perfectly skinny women who look like models.

I keep telling myself that this isn’t a date and I don’t want him like that, but honestly, no woman in their right mind would look at a guy like him and not get their hopes up. And, after hanging out with him and getting to know him a little, I find out that he's kind of sweet and really funny. But now I'm done. Date or not, having women come up and rub themselves all over him with looks that say they know exactly what to expect if he takes one of them home is too much. I know I need to bounce as in B-O-U-N-C-E on out of here.

I don’t want to make it obvious that I'm leaving because of the women that are hanging around, so I'm biding my time and talking to Nico. Then some girl named Becky comes over and I've had enough. I can’t hold it in any longer and I know if I don’t leave, I'm going to ask all the women standing around how the hell they made it into the girl’s club. I'm pretty sure there is a rule against acting desperate written on the first page.