Текст книги "Black Number Four"

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“No, I’m serious,” Erin says back to Jess before turning to face me again. “You have to make a lot of sacrifices as president, Little. You have to do a lot of stuff you really don’t want to do. This position is not for the weak or the scared or the selfish. You want to be next in line? It’s time to start proving you can take it, that you belong in this room when I leave. You need to step up, Little.”

I chew on my cheek, my head still shaking. This is insane, I don’t need to prove myself by toying with a boy. But I know my Big, and I know when she has her mind set on something, there’s nothing or no one that can deter her thoughts. She wants him, and she wants me to help get him. Whether I like it or not, her problem just became mine.

“Can I at least think about it?”

Erin sighs, but then glances back at her planner. “I tell you what,” she says, facing me again. “The date auction is Saturday. Let’s see if you made the impression I think you did. If he bids the highest and wins the date with you, then the game starts and you play him right into my hand.”

“I have a tournament that night, Big,” I whine. “I wasn’t even going to go to the auction.” There’s a small Texas Hold ‘Em tournament at the underground casino on Saturday that I need to win. I still have to build up enough money to pay the entry fee for the tournament in Vegas this May, and that means I have quite a few weekend tournaments to do before the payment deadline.

“Well,” she says, business-like again. “Now you are going – and you’re getting auctioned off. If he bids the highest, then you’re doing this.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

She shrugs. “Then you’re off the hook. I want it to be easy for you to get him to come around, and bidding the highest at a date auction is pretty much the most simple way to get a girl on a date. If he doesn’t try and succeed to do just that with you, then there’s no point in you making it awkward and throwing yourself at him. But, if he dragged his tongue up your stomach, I seriously doubt he’ll let you go on a date with anyone else.” She smiles, trying to get me to laugh, but I’m not having it.

This sucks.

Then it hits me – this is a game I can rig, a game I can easily win – if I play my cards right.

I keep my face straight and pretend like I’m still upset, sighing. “Fine, but if he doesn’t make the highest bid then I’m off the hook and you’re on your own to reel in your fish.”

She holds out her hand to shake mine. “Absolutely, no questions asked.” We shake on it and Erin clasps her hands together, her smile fully back in place as she turns toward the girls. “This is going to be fun!”

Ashlei and Erin start chatting excitedly, but Jess and Cassie’s eyes are trained on mine. They know as well as I do that this isn’t going to be fun, but I’ve got an Ace up my sleeve. Before they can ask if I’m okay, I duck out of the room, leaving my shoes behind. My room is just a few numbers down the hall and I push through the door, grabbing the first pair of leggings and tank top I see and throwing them on, followed by a pair of socks and my sneakers. Jess knocks just as I open the door again, reaching for my iPod and squeezing past her.

“Are you okay?” she asks, but I keep walking.

“Going for a run. I’ll see you for dinner tonight.”

I shove the earbuds in before she has the chance to reply and jog down the stairs and out the front door, falling into rhythm with the pop song blaring through the tiny speakers. As my breathing gets heavier and my chest tightens, I realize my poker face may be a little better than I thought. Because the entire time I was in that room, I didn’t once give off that I might like Kip, that maybe I don’t want to play this stupid game because I’m into him and I don’t want to deliver him on a silver platter to my Big.

Which is exactly why I can’t let him win me at the date auction.

If he’s Erin’s now, then I need to get rid of him. I need to get out of this while I still can, rip off the Band-Aid. And if that means cheating? Well, I’m not above getting my hands a little dirty.

Clinton’s Little, Josh, has had a crush on me since we met at freshmen orientation. He’s tried to get me to go on a date with him multiple times, but he’s far from my type – huge, muscles too big for his body, cheesy smile that screams “I’m a douchebag!” and orange skin from using too much bronzer. I’d sooner go on a date with Clinton than Josh, and he’s like a brother to me.

Which is why I can’t believe I’m shoving a thousand dollars from my savings account into his palm and telling him I want him to buy me at the auction tonight. As sad as it may be, he’s my Ace in the hole – and I need him.

“You can’t tell a single soul,” I remind him again. “Not even Bear. This is against the rules – big time. Just make it look casual and go up as high as you need to, but don’t jump out the gate with all one thousand. Hold back and see what the crowd does, only bet as much as you need to.”

“Whatever you say, baby.” He grins, throwing his arm around me. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you’d give in. Turning me down all this time and now look at you – paying me to save you from other guys so you can spend a whole night with me.”

I groan, pushing him off. “Don’t make me change my mind. I’m serious, Josh, this stays between the two of us.”

He runs his fingers up my arm and hooks his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. “I look forward to a lot of things being kept between the two of us.”

Gag.

I pull away and check my phone for the time. “I have to go get ready. See you tonight. And Josh?”

His green eyes meet mine, waiting.

“Please don’t screw this up.”

He laughs and I let myself out of the Omega Chi Beta house, turning toward KKB. I only have a few short hours before the auction and I need to get prepped for the tournament tonight. The auction should only last until ten, but the tournament starts at ten thirty. That’s barely enough time to drive there, let alone buy in and get in my zone. It’ll be tight, but I have to make it work.

Ashlei and Jess help me get ready while my Little studies flash cards. I have no idea how she’s already studying when classes have been in session all of five days, but that’s her. I watch her look at a flash card, close her eyes and mouth the answer, then open them and flip the card over to check if she was right. She repeats this over and over and each time I smile a little more. As much as I admire Erin, I think I admire Cassie, too. She’s so bright, and so unafraid to be exactly who she is. I’m not sure I could ever be that confident.

Jess and Ashlei are like two peas in a pod. They’re both majoring in event planning, they both love country music, they’re both born and raised in South Florida, and they’re both blonde and beautiful. Pretty much the only difference is that Ashlei came from old money and Jess’s family came into their fortune from a lawsuit. She hasn’t ever really gone into detail with us, but it doesn’t matter – we don’t need to know.

After trying on several outfits that were deemed not good enough for a date auction, we settle on a tight, ruched pink dress with a sweetheart neckline. It accents my long legs and slender frame and we pair it with nude heels and a chunky gold and beige necklace. They use a curling wand to give my hair some volume and I do my makeup – simple and light, as usual.

“Damn, Big,” Cassie says, tucking her cards away. “You look hot.”

I check myself in the mirror, turning sideways. I’m really not a fan of dresses, but I do feel pretty sexy in this one. I’m not concerned about the auction as much as I am the tournament. This outfit will definitely put me in the naïve girl category. They’ll never see me coming, which is exactly the way I like it.

Ralph’s is packed when we arrive, which isn’t out of the ordinary for a Friday night. It’s one of the most popular college bars in the area, and we hold the date auction here the first Saturday of spring semester every year. It’s tradition – and usually I’m excited to watch my sisters get bid on and raise money for our philanthropy. But tonight, I’d rather be in a den full of hungry tigers with a steak wrapped around my neck.

We go in through the back door to skip the line outside and run straight into Erin. She’s got a clipboard in her hand and she’s shouting orders into her headset. “Oh!” she says when she sees us. “You guys are just in time. Little, go line up over there with the other dates. J-Love, Lei, I need you to start handing out bidding paddles. G-Little, can you find Chelsea? We need to raffle off the first door prize.” I smile at the nickname for Cassie. Her being my Little makes her Erin’s “Grand Little” – kind of like a grandchild. Thus, G-Little.

The girls all nod and scurry off to their destinations and as much as I hate my Big right now, I can’t help but stare at her in awe. She’s doing that thing again – kicking ass and taking names, making me want to be like her. She commands attention, and I envy her for it.

As if she senses my thoughts, she turns back to me. “I love you, Little. I’ve been thinking.” She stops to shout another order into her headpiece before continuing. “If you really don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. Whether he’s the highest bidder or not, you don’t have to do my dirty work.”

I shake my head. “We shook on it, Big. It’s a deal. We just have to see what happens now.” It’s easy to say now that I know I can’t lose.

She smiles and leans in to hug me. “You’re seriously the best Little in the world.”

I squeeze her tight and then she pulls back, running off to the side of the stage. I feel a little shitty for rigging the auction, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her – and now I won’t have to hurt Kip.

Or myself.

Erin kicks off the auction with Chelsea on stage. She’s one of my pledge sisters, a tiny little thing with long, thick black curls. They raffle off a few prizes, speak about our philanthropy, and then one by one our sisters go up to be auctioned off. It’s actually pretty fun watching the girls on stage. Some of them take the cute, girl-next-door approach, some of them go more sexy and carefree, and some of them just act ridiculous and go for the laughs. When it’s time for me to step up, I feel so awkward I want to cry, but I strut my ass up there like I’m the most confident girl in the bar. A few whistles ring out and I wink at the crowd, smiling. The highest bid so far has been three hundred and twenty dollars, which means I gave Josh plenty to win me and get this over with. It’s almost ten and I need to get on the road.

“And now, last but the farthest thing from least, we have the beautiful Skyler Thorne!” The crowd cheers and I throw up our sorority’s hand sign in response, still smiling. Chelsea calls out above the cheers, “We’ll start the bidding at fifty dollars!”

A paddle goes up near the front of the room. Josh.

“And we have fifty, do I hear one hundred?” Chelsea says, pointing at Josh. Another paddle goes up a few rows over. It’s Adam. I shake my head and point out at him, smiling. He shrugs and winks, which makes me smile even bigger. Adam and I had a short run last year and he was fun, but he needed to focus on getting elected president, which left no time for me. We’re still friends, and every now and then we have a drunken night together, but I can’t imagine us going on a date again. Though he’s definitely been paying close attention to me this semester.

Josh lifts his paddle again and the bid is up to two hundred. Adam goes up one more time and then someone in the back before it gets back to Josh. Four hundred.

Adam bows out and for a few seconds, no other paddles go up. Chelsea is just about to call it when Kip emerges from the back right of the room. He thrusts his beer in into the air and calls out, “Five hundred.”

Everyone cheers, turning to see who made the bid. He doesn’t even have a paddle, but apparently that’s not stopping him. I can barely see him, but from what I can see he’s looking just as fine as he did the first night we met.

Oh, Lord have mercy. He couldn’t just not show up?

Chelsea yells excitedly, “Five hundred! Do I hear six?”

Josh lifts his paddle and the crowd goes crazy. This is the highest bid we’ve ever had. I focus on remaining calm and appearing confident. Smile, chin up, boobs out, extend the legs – just don’t let them see you sweat, Sky.

Kip jumps up on the bar, lifting his beer again. “One thousand!”

Everyone goes nuts. My sisters start emerging from behind the stage to see who the bidder is and all the Alpha Sig brothers are chanting, their song ringing through the bar. Everyone except Adam, who looks a little more than pissed when he sees it’s Kip who’s making the high bids. I’m not sure if it’s because Kip’s a pledge that Adam is mad or if it’s because he wanted to be the one on the other end of the winning bid.

“Wow! One thousand dollars!” Chelsea screams and the crowd cheers again. “Anyone left fighting out there?”

I snap my eyes to Josh and purse my lips together, giving him the signal to keep bidding. I know I only gave him a grand, but at this point I’m willing to pay the difference. I’m going to a tournament tonight, I can swing it. He looks at me panicked, shrugging and looking around like someone in the crowd is going to help him. I roll my eyes and press my hands into my hips to keep from smacking myself in the forehead. What an idiot.

“Going once? Going twice?” Chelsea bangs the gavel against the podium. “Sold! To the Alpha Sig pledge in the glasses!” Everyone laughs a little and Kip’s brothers lift him onto their shoulders, parading him around.

That did not just happen.

Suddenly, my heels are a little too tall. I feel dizzy and my body begins to sway. I shake my head, focusing on the ground in front of me. I need to get to the tournament.

Breathe, Sky.

I push through the crowd and out the front door, searching the parking lot for a cab. It’s a little early, but there’s one waiting just around the corner. I run my hand through my hair, trying to calm my shaking fingers, and head toward it. Suddenly, a hand wraps around my waist and spins me around, bringing me face to face with two blue eyes shielded behind black frames. His scent rushes to my nose and I feel my knees shake a little more. Damnit, why does he have to be attractive?

“I have to go,” I say, not giving him the chance to speak. I break free from his grip and turn for the cab.

“Wait!” he calls out, following. “Where are you going?”

“I can’t tell you.”

He stops momentarily and I look back to see him frowning a little before he jogs to catch up. “Can you take me with you?”

“No.” I slide into the cab and go to shut the door but he catches it in his hand.

“Scoot over.”

“What? No. You’re not invited.”

Kip rolls his eyes and pushes me across the seat, sliding in next to me and pulling the door shut. “Either you take me with you and I shut up and behave myself or you leave and I follow you anyway and cause a scene. Your choice.”

I growl, gritting my teeth together. “You’re annoying.”

“Annoying? Or cute?”

Both.

I sigh, frustrated, and ramble off the address to the cab driver, who is now entirely too amused with what’s going on in the back of his car. I need to get in my zone, to strip off sorority girl Skyler and replace her with poker shark Sky. I focus on steadying my breathing while we drive, inhaling deeply and exhaling long, smooth breaths as I pull out my phone to transfer the funds for the entry fee. When I finish and close my bank app, I see two missed texts on my phone. One from Josh that I don’t even bother opening because I’m trying to Zen out, not kill someone. And one from Erin. I click on her name and the text fills the screen, making me breathe harder again.

– Game on. -

After about a fifteen minute ride, the cab drops us off on the side of a dark road lined with small businesses. All their doors are closed and locked for the day and the street lights desperately try to illuminate the road but fail, their faded and flickering bulbs casting an eerie glow. The street is completely barren when the cab pulls away, leaving us alone – well, except for a few women of the night leaned against a small tin building a few blocks down. One of them whistles toward us and I instinctively grab Skyler and pull her close to me, my hand sliding around her waist.

What the fuck was she thinking coming here by herself?

Skyler pulls away quickly, shrugging me off. “Okay listen, we can’t go in together. I need to seem available, naive – I need to throw these guys off. I’ve never played at this place before, which means I can go in and clean them out if I do it right. This is best case scenario right here and I need this cash, so don’t mess it up. Okay?”

I throw my hands up, trying to stop the smile creeping up on my lips. She’s so damn serious it’s adorable. “Aye aye, captain.”

She rolls her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twitch into a soft grin. “Okay, you go in first. This is a pawn shop, but if you walk toward the back there’s going to be a large door that says employees only. Knock twice and then cough. If they say they’re closed, tell them you have an appointment with Jerry.”

“Are you serious?” I ask, laughing as I turn back toward the building. She’s right, it’s a pawn shop. “Sounds like I’m trying to get into a speakeasy.”

“Pretty close,” she says, pulling out a compact mirror and applying a new coat of lip gloss. I watch the wand glide over her bottom lip and I have to bite mine and shove my fists into my jean pockets to keep from slamming her against the side of the building and replacing the wand with my mouth. I imagine my body pressed against hers, my hand sliding up between her legs.

Fuck, I need to focus.

Poker. Poker. Poker.

That’s why I’m here.

“Okay, you go in first. I’ll follow in a few minutes,” she says, tucking the tube of gloss back into the tiny purse she has around her wrist.

“No fucking way,” I say immediately. “You’re not standing out here by yourself.”

“Oh shut up, I can handle myself,” she says, pushing me toward the door.

I turn away from her hands and cross my arms over my chest. “Not happening, Skyler. You go first, I’ll wait and come in after. I’m not budging on this. I’ll play along inside but there’s no way in hell I’m leaving you out here.”

She lets out a large breath and her eyes shoot up to the sky. “Why did I let you come?” She huffs once more, runs her fingers through her hair, and purses her lips before addressing me again. “Fine, I’ll go in first. But you can’t act like you know me when we get in there. I’m serious.”

I smile again. “I kind of like it when you’re bossy. It’s hot. ”

Skyler shakes her head and turns toward the building, but her smile is betraying her again. I can’t figure out why she’s trying to hide it, why she’s all of a sudden acting like she doesn’t want me around, but if I had to guess – my money would be on Erin Xander.

Erin and I met the summer before my junior year of high school. She was a senior, older, way hotter than me – especially at the time – and I’ll admit she captivated me. She was a Florida girl, and she stood out in her grandparents’ wheat fields like a bright green John Deere tractor. I was working summer harvest with Mr. and Mrs. Xander due to my father deciding on a whim that he wanted to teach me “responsibility” and “the value of a dollar”. She showed up about a week into the season, carrying out two pitchers of lemonade in the shortest jean shorts I’d ever seen.

We spent pretty much every minute of the summer together, but toward the end she went a little crazy. She was constantly checking my phone, which back then was nothing more than a flip phone with a snake game and maybe four phone numbers. She accused me of cheating on her, even though we weren’t even officially together. The closer it got to her leaving, the worse she acted – always crying, picking fights with me – anything she could to push me away.

At first I thought it was her fear of losing me, so I comforted her and constantly reassured her that I wanted to try to make things work, that I really liked her. But after a while, her attempt to push me away started working, and she left the first day of August with tears in her eyes. I never saw her again.

Until tonight.

Standing on stage as the president of Skyler’s sorority.

Seriously? My luck really fucking sucks.

I wait about fifteen minutes and then head into the pawn shop, following Skyler’s directions. Once the guard lets me pass, there’s another, smaller door at the end of a long hallway. I push through it and am immediately engulfed in a cloud of smoke. There’s no music, no lights or people dancing – just a small bar off to the left and a large poker table in the middle of the room and a few slot machines lining the back. The walls are crowded with piles of old electronics, books, and various other objects stacked against them. Anyone not at the table is at the bar and there are no seats near the players, probably to keep those who aren’t playing from giving away cards.

Everyone seated at the bar is staring at me, waiting for me to make a move. Shit, I’m already drawing attention. I adjust my shirt and stand a little straighter, striding confidently over to a bar stool. I slide on and call the bartender with a small wave, smiling at the older man seated next to me. He doesn’t smile back.

The bartender strolls over slowly, tossing a dirty rag over her shoulder. She’s an older woman, a little heavy set with stringy blonde hair and tattoos covering her arms and chest. By the way she’s looking at me, I’d say she doesn’t think I belong, either.

“Scotch, please.”

“We don’t have scotch,” she says roughly. “It’s whiskey or beer.”

Shit, so much for blending. I nod and smile, trying to save my ass. “Beer it is.”

She doesn’t return my smile, her face matching the older man next to me, but she reaches under the bar and grabs a glass, filling it with whatever they have on tap. She drops the glass hard on the bar, the froth spilling over a little, before walking back toward the other end where she was before.

I lift the beer to my lips as I swivel around to face the table, gulping it down to check out the players. I spot Skyler immediately, her pink dress a stark contrast to the dark clothed men around her. Although, no two men are the same at the table – one looks like he could be tattoo bartender’s husband, one is balding and wearing the glasses of a 1970s molester, one looks like a frat daddy and the other four look like dads. I don’t know how else to describe them – middle-aged, khaki pants or jeans, polos or old band t-shirts, stout but not exactly fit – dads.

A new hand is being dealt and the room is silent except for a few of the guys at the table. Everyone at the bar is watching the game, no one making conversation. This isn’t a bar or a place to hang out. It’s a game – and it’s serious.

“You just going to bet the blinds all night and let us slowly take those chips away, Barbie?” the frat daddy asks, peeking at his cards under his hand. He smiles and winks at her and I see it, a small twitch of Skyler’s left pinkie. She wants to punch him, I know it.

But she refrains.

Instead, she smiles back at him, a smile so devastatingly beautiful I’m not sure how his jaw didn’t fall open. “Those are some big words from such a little man,” she sings, her voice even smoother than usual. Her smile turns a little shy and her cheeks flush as she looks down at her cards. Then, her eyes flicker back up to his, then back down again.

Holy shit, she’s flirting with him.

And not in a traditional way, but in a way to make him think she’s trying to be mean to him but failing miserably – like he’s having an effect on her and she can’t help it.

And he takes the bait. Hook, line, and sinker.

“Aw, don’t blush, sweetheart,” he says, leaning back and propping his elbow on the top of his chair. “Maybe I’ll take you out after I win this tournament.”

Skyler giggles, but doesn’t respond.

A few hands go by quietly. Skyler wins one of them on a three of a kind, but holds off on the others. The hand she did win was a large one, so her chips are stacked pretty evenly, but balding guy and one of the dads are leading.

None of the guys can keep their eyes off Skyler, but frat daddy is definitely the most intrigued. He keeps throwing sideways comments at her. She always responds, but not how I know she wants to. She’s playing them – all of them – to think she’s a shy, innocent, sweet little girl. When she won her hand, she smiled and clapped like a three-year-old, making frat daddy smile and the other guys shake their heads. They are all either annoyed or completely enamored by her.

Both work in her favor.

They don’t see her as competition, which either means they don’t watch professional poker or they don’t recognize her. Either way, I have a feeling they’re all in for a big surprise tonight.

Skyler pushes a large bet to the middle, raising the previous player.

“Woah, that might be the biggest bet you’ve made all night, Barbie,” frat daddy says.

“She’s bluffing, trying to save her ass,” the tattoo guy says. He calls her bet, as do a few others, including frat daddy.

The dealer lays down the flop and I realize then that I haven’t been watching Skyler, I haven’t been trying to read her face. I’ve been too damn distracted by how sexy she is when she’s schooling these tools. I can’t tell if the fact that a poker game is turning me on is ridiculous or just sick, but it’s happening either way.

I want to take her home. I want strip poker. In my room.

In my bed.

Now.

Focus, Kip.

I train my eyes on hers, watching as she evaluates the three cards on the table before taking another peek at hers. She’s not wearing sunglasses, though most of the other guys are, so her eyes are open for reading – but she doesn’t show a sign of emotion in them. They’re bare – stripped, even. Her lips don’t twitch, she doesn’t take a deep breath or let her eyes flicker around the table. Instead, she remains completely cool – unmoved, unaffected, relaxed.

She bets high again, causing two players to drop. It’s just her, tattoo guy, and frat daddy now.

Tattoo guy shakes his head. “I can read straight through you, princess. Your bluffs don’t scare me. Call.” He pushes his chips toward the middle, leaving only a small pile behind.

Skyler turns her eyes to frat daddy, who seems to be appraising her. He smiles, shakes his head, and lays his cards face down. “I’m out. I think she’s got something.” Skyler smiles back at him and bites her lower lip a little, which makes my dick harden and my fists clench at the same time. I don’t like the way frat daddy is looking at her, even if it is her intention.

The turn is dealt and then the river, Skyler sticking to her high bets. It’s on tattoo guy to call, but if he does, he’s going all in. He chews his cheek and studies Skyler, looking for some sign of a bluff or otherwise. I want to tell him to let me in on the secret if he finds it because I don’t see her giving a single thing away. She’s absolute stone.

“All in.” He pushes the chips forward and leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Let’s see those cards, girl.”

Skyler doesn’t smile, doesn’t talk shit – she just lays her cards down flat.

Flush.

Tattoo guy slams his fists on the table and stands at the same time, flicking his cards toward the dealer. He had a pair, definitely nothing to go all in on, which means he was betting on her bluff.

And bluff she did not.

“Bullshit!” he yells, his shoulders tensing. I grip my glass a little tighter, ready to fight if I have to.

Frat daddy laughs. “I knew it, I knew she had something. Good hand, Barbie.”

“Thanks.” She smiles. “Beginner’s luck, I guess.”

Tattoo guy takes a seat a few bar stools down from me and I relax, watching Skyler again. A few more rounds go by and two of the dads are out. Balding guy and Skyler are the only ones left in a hand when she starts betting like she did in the hand that got tattoo guy out. Molester folds and she takes a big pot.

“How much do you want to show those cards, Barbie?” Frat daddy asks.

Skyler shrugs, stacking her chips up. “How much you willing to pay?” Her eyes flick up to his, flirtatious and challenging at the same time. He smiles, tosses a fifty dollar chip toward her and nods to the cards. She shakes her head. “Sorry, wrong number. Try again.”

He smiles, taking back the fifty in exchange for a one-hundred dollar chip.

“Getting warmer,” she says, still eying him.

He laughs and pulls the chip back. “That’s as high as I go to see dead cards, but I’ll take that as a sign of a bluff.”

She shrugs. “I guess you’ll never know.”

An hour passes before they finally get down to the final two – and, against my inner cursing and wishing – it’s Skyler and frat daddy. I don’t feel good about the night ending this way, and something in my gut tells me I need to be ready to get out of here – fast. I step out into the bathroom quickly and call a cab before returning to the bar and leaning against it rather than sitting down again, just in case.

I’m trying to study Skyler, but every time I try to focus on what her eyes and lips are doing, my body starts studying a completely different subject. I know my dad is going to expect a report, and I have to give him something. I don’t want to play this game, I don’t want to hurt Skyler or use her to get me to UCLA, but I don’t have a choice. This is my dream.

It’s the high stakes table, and I can’t fold now.

A few hands go by with not much action. Skyler wins, frat daddy wins, Skyler wins, frat daddy wins. They trade small hands back and forth before finally, Skyler bets big, reducing her pile of chips by more than half.

“There’s that bluffing bet!” frat daddy yells, calling. He pushes his chips to the middle and the dealer burns one card and turns the next, revealing another card. “I’ve got you figured out now, Barbie.”

Skyler appears to be shaken. She chews the inside of her bottom lip and her knee begins bouncing slightly under the table. Shit. He figured out her bluff.