Nice Try

                                    

                                          

                            
                              
                                
                                
                              
                            
                            
                          
                          


                          
Alex's POV:
                          
"I imagine that you still drink beer, don't you, Iz?" I asked Izzy, who was leaning on the pool table beside me whilst the lads began a new game.
                          
"How could you even ask that?" She spat, taking the bottle I was offering her from my hands.
                          
"I don't know" I shrugged. "You're all girly and elegant now"
                          
"Some things never change, Alex" She playfully smiled at me, popping her beer open.
                          
     We spent some great hours playing pool as Izzy watched us, and it felt strangely at home. Six years ago, we would always fuck around like this, and I'd come to realize Izzy was the missing piece nowadays. Ever since I'd seen her again, things started fitting into the puzzle perfectly. Her presence made me feel much more at ease, and it was nice to see her enjoying herself at home.
                          
"Izzy, why don't you play?" Matt suggested. Izzy seemed to freeze in her spot, only reacting to set her beer down on the pool table.
                          
"Oh, no, no" She shook her head. "I'm fine"
                          
"Oh, come on!" Matt insisted. "You always kicked ass at pool!"
                          
"Maybe some other day, lads. I need to get back home, I've already abandoned Sam for a good while" Izzy exclaimed.
                          
"Oh, come on!" Miles chimed in, "Tell Sam to come here"
                          
"Oh, wouldn't you like that?" I taunted, but Miles couldn't have cared less.
                          
"I'm sorry, lads" Izzy mumbled.
                          
"Come on, Iz!" Nick added. "Tell your friend to come here and play some pool with us"
                          
"Uhm..." Izzy hesitated. "Fine, I suppose she won't mind" Izzy said, just as the lads hollered in excitement. "Alright, Sam's on her way here" Izzy stated. "So, I personally didn't want to play so you guys wouldn't be complaining that I cheat, but seeing as you want to get your asses kicked, who's first?"
                          
"Seriously, Iz?" I inquired, folding my arms over my chest. "I don't remember you ever beating me at this game"
                          
"Oh, I think someone here wants to go first" Matt remarked, pointing his finger at me.
                          
"You know what, Alex?" Izzy challenged. "I thought we could have teamed up against Nick and Cookie, but fuck you" She spat, causing the lads to break into a fit of laughter. "Nick, you're in Alex's team, I'll go with Jamie, and I don't want any of you crying once I'm done with you"
                          
"Fine" I agreed. "I wasn't feeling like losing because of you, anyways" Izzy shot me a defiant look, but I simply winked at her. The game grew more and intense as it advanced, and after doing one of my shots, I smiled satisfied to myself, noticing it was going to be impossible for Izzy to get her last ball into one of the holes. Sam had arrived a moment ago, and she was intently staring at us along with the rest of the lads. "Your turn, McCarthey" I signalled, triumphantly grinning at her as she inspected the pool table thoughtfully. "Do you still think you can beat me now?"
                          
"Shut your mouth, wanker" She blurted, taking the pool stick from my hands as she glared at me. I felt everyone softly laughing behind me, but I decided not to pay attention to it. Izzy leaned on the pool table, ready to take her shot, and almost making my heart break free from my rib cage. When she lay forward, her butt lightly brushed against my crotch, and I hastily moved aside before I even had time to think about what was going on. When I looked away, I crossed glances with Matt, who was wiggling his eyebrows at me, but I only rolled my eyes at him. Fuck, he'd noticed.