“I dunno guys,” Clark said worriedly, “this could really get ugly.” He was very hesitant at all kinds of gambling, especially Blackjack and Poker.
Pete slapped him on the shoulder, “Oh come on! Live a little! What have you got to lose?”
“Yeah,” piped up one of the upper classmen named Derek, “Besides your bladder, I mean.” He snickered and a bunch of his buddies punched him on the shoulder.
Clark groaned. Why had he agreed to bring Pete here in the first place? Then he remembered. Pete had told him that Lana was going to be here. In reality, Pete was drunk and needed a ride to the party, when they got here he told Clark that the football players had “uninvited” the girls.
Now they were all sitting around a campfire deep in the woods behind Derek's house. Pete dragged Clark all the way out there, Clark protesting the entire way. Clark had seen Pete drunk before and was afraid that if he refused too much then Pete would let his secret slip.
“Fine,” Clark finally said, not wanting to argue it any more, “the sooner we do this the sooner we can get out of here.”
Franky, on of Derek's afro teammates, frowned, “Kent, you disappoint us. We were sure that you'd have more life in you than this. How are you ever gonna make it with the ladies?” The boys chuckled and Clark turned beet red. Franky picked up a beer glass and motioned for Clark to take it, “Sure you wont have a drink?”
Clark glared at him, “Yes I'm sure.” Franky shrugged and downed the glass himself.
Derek clapped his hands together, “Alright boys! Let's get this party started!” He motioned Nick and Aaron into the thickness of the pitch black woods. Seconds later they emerged with two enormous water containers, the ones the football team used for their games, and two stacks of Styrofoam cups.
The guys cheered when they saw them. “It's just water, guys,” Derek affirmed. Some of the guys groaned, a couple booed, but Clark heaved a sigh of relief.
Derek poured himself a cup and raised it over his head. “Let us introduce Blackjack to these sophomores,” he grinned and looked directly at Clark, “the Smallville way!” The upperclassmen started howling and cheering. The four sophomore boys looked at each other and then back at Derek.
Derek was hushing his posse, raising his hands above the flames and motioning to bring the noise level down. The boys obeyed quickly and everyone looked at Derek intently. He set his glass on the bench beside him and then approached the flames so he was standing directly across from the four sophomores. In a low, husky voice, he began to speak, “To fully achieve Smallville manhood, one must defeat a senior at the dangerous, challenging, grueling game of…drum roll please!” The seven seniors began pounding on their thighs wildly. “Water blackjack!” The place exploded and the seniors were howling once again, clapping and pumping their fists in the air.
“Manhood?” Clark asked.
“ Water Blackjack?” Pete asked.
“Yes, water blackjack. This is how you play,” Derek pulled a deck of cards from his coat pocket and began to shuffle them, showing off his ridiculous talent of card shuffling. “We play normal Blackjack, except for one tiny little detail.”
Clark lifted an eyebrow, “What's that?”
Derek gave him a sly grin, “Losers drink a glass of water!” The guys cheered again, slapping their hands together and making funny motions with their hands. “First one to pee loses!”
Clark looked at Pete, he was laughing really hard, he was clearly drunk and clearly enjoying himself. He groaned and then looked in the other direction, at Jake and Phil, the other sophomores. They were drunk as well and were enjoying it as much as Pete. Clark began to get nervous.
The boys huddled around the water jugs, to preserve heat and to deal out the cards. Nick and Aaron handed out the cups and then sat down in the open spaces around the circle.
Derek dealt out the first hand and each of the boys laid the two cards face down in front of them, sneaking a glance at one of them. Clark had to resist the urge to look through the card, especially after Pete nudged him with an evil grin. They both knew he could win every round if he wanted to.
Clark nervously smiled back and looked at his card; the two of clubs. How was he going to get anywhere with that?
“Hit me!” Nick shouted.
“Hit!” Franky said.
Derek went around the circle only passing by two boys. “Clark? You want a hit?”
Clark nodded, “Yeah. Hit me.”
Derek grinned and tossed him a card, “okay boys! Reveal your hands!” The boys flipped over their cards.
“Dude!” Pete said, grinning from ear to ear, “Blackjack! Yeah! I don't have to drink!”
“Yeah! Me too!” Aaron shouted, slapping his thigh.
Derek smiled, “As for the rest of us, fill em' up!” They took turns pouring a glass and slugging it down. Clark hoped that he'd at least win one game, his bladder hadn't exactly been on his side all day.
***Fifteen Minutes Later***
“Kent! You need to at least win one game!” Derek laughed and supported himself so that he would not fall over. He was sweating from the amount of energy it was taking to keep himself from peeing his pants.
Clark rolled on the ground, cradling his stomach in his hands, sprawled out on the grass on his back. “I'm trying!” He groaned. The guys laughed and had to contain themselves as well. So far, Clark had already drank twenty glasses, most of the guys had only drank ten.
Derek dealt out the next hand; Clark still didn't think he was catching on to the game. He took his cards and looked at one, the jack of diamonds. He sighed, with his luck he'd either have an ace or a ten on the other card.
Sure enough, it was a ten.
“Clark, my man, drink up!” Pete handed him a cup of water, barely getting it in his hands. Clark looked at it delusionally. He'd drank so many cups of water that he didn't know if his blood was flowing properly. He put it to his lips to pour it down his throat, but it wouldn't go down! He'd drank so much water that his throat had become dehydrated from too much.
He lurched forward and spit it out, spraying the circle of boys in front of him. All of the guys were rolling on the ground because they could no longer contain themselves. Many of them were wiping their faces where Clark had spit them. Two guys, both seniors, scrambled to their feet and fled off into the woods to relieve themselves.
Clark did like wise. He too, scrambled to his feet, stumbling as he felt the intense pressure being exerted from his bladder. He ran as fast as he could and as far as he could off in a random direction into the woods. His pace was only about half of normal speed, so by the time he reached halfway he was panting harder than he ever had in his life.
His heart raced as he tripped and fell into a bush. Panting ferociously, he mumbled, “NO!...must…pee!” He lifted himself from the ground and stood facing the bush. He frantically pulled down his zipper and sighed, feeling everything rush out of him. He moaned with pleasure and closed his eyes.
He finished and re-zipped his zipper, feeling relieved. He straightened up and turned around to head back.
But there, in his path, were two very disturbed female on lookers.
Lana and Chloe. |