We walk through the front door of "Ralph's Bowling Alley". The smell of wax fills my nose. I look over at Jacob and he smirks, "Ready to lose?"
I open my mouth reply, but the man behind the counter asks, "How many games?" I look around. Nobody answers.
"Are y'all kidding me? You didn't think this through?" Aaron chuckles. "I guess we'll play five games."
He pulls out his wallet to pay, but Jacob stops him. "I'll pay." Jacob says pulling out his wallet.
"How about y-" Isla begins to say but I cut her off.
"Shut up, Isla. Let the girls debate over their ugliness." I chuckle. Both of the guys stare daggers at me, and I smile inoccently.
"Who are you calling ugly?" Aaron arches his eyebrow. "I am the hottest girl around." He smirks, causing us all to burs lt into laughter.
The guy behind the counter clears his throat, "Are you going to pay or is this some kind of joke?"
We all exchange glances, it was silent between the five of us. I roll my eyes, "For Christ's sake. Why don't you both pay, or to make it easier, we pay for ourselves." I suggest annoyed.
Jacob puts his arm around my waist and pulled me towards him, "I'll pay for Grace!" I look up at him and chuckle.
Aaron glares at him. What is with the two of them? Jacob smiles innocently. "Of course you would do that." He mumbled just loud enough for me to hear.
I roll my eyes for the thousandth time tonight and look him in the eyes. He smirks.
"Okay, let's get started." Jacob hands the man a fifty and Aaron does the same.
"What sizes?" The man, whose name tag read 'James' asked. Jacob looked down at me.
"Size ten, please." I say quietly. Embarrassed at my 'enormous' foot. People always wonder why I'm so clumsy.
Aaron mumbles just loud enough for me to hear, "Clown." I feel my face heat up.
"Asshole." I reply with a smirk.
James sighs. "Look. I have other customers. If you all don't hurry and answer me, I will have to ask you to leave."
"A size nine, please." Jacob says with a tight smile.
"An eight." Isla says and Aaron looks at her and smiles. I fill a knot in my stomach. What was that?
Jealousy.
I shake the thought out if my head. I don't care.
Do I?
"Gray? Is that fine with you." I nod. Aaron looks at me, a smirk playing on his lips.
I roll my eyes. We all walk over to lane fourteen. My lucky number. Looks like my lucky day. Jacob puts our names into the machine.
Gray.
Island. I giggle.
Arsehole.
"Dude what the hell?" Aaron through his hands up. I laugh. Aaron glares at me. I smirk at him.
King Sexy.
I scoff. More like King Conceited. Or King Aogant.
"Y'all pick your ball." Jacob says walking over to the shelf containing all of the bowling balls. He picks up the fifteen pound one and easily lifts it above his head. "I found mine."
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A Little Clumsy
HumorA story in which a seventeen year old girl deals with a severe case of clumsiness. She can't even stand still without nearly falling on her face. Every person she knows and some she doesn't, know how clumsy she is. They say she is accident pron...
