S.T.A.L.K.E.R: The Duel Page #3

But you know you can't believe

everything you hear in school.

Oh, well, I can if it's true.

And you know what?

I don't have the time or patience

to deal with a boy

who can't make up his mind.

Hold on.

Let me clear this up.

Okay. I'm listening.

All right. 'Cause you know

you're one hot little mama.

- Oh.

- And I ain't too shabby myself.

And I think we breaking

all kinds of laws

if we ain't together.

You know, that's sweet, Jules.

But Rachel...

she thought so, too,

when you told her

the exact same thing.

Nice try.

She knows Rachel, too.

Where is this kid?

Yo, I thought you told me

not to be late.

Exactly. I told you not to be late.

What are we doing here?

Practice.

Are you serious?

We got lucky last game.

But luck runs out.

Only skill is infinite, partner.

What you saying,

I got no skill?

You know how to play

the game your way.

But dueling

is a whole nother world.

And that's what I'm here

to teach you. Game!

Let's see what you got.

Harder. Let's go. Harder!

Look, there are no rules here,

which means...

- Anything goes.

- I see.

You need to forget the rules

you've learned,

all the habits,

and play the game raw.

'Cause the other team...

they ain't gonna hold back.

Feel me? Ready?

Watch this.

Come on. Come on.

No? I can take that.

I can take that.

You're too slow.

Come on!

Play ball, man!

Let's go! Check!

Let's go, man.

We gotta get tough.

Let's go, man.

You ready?

That's what's up.

Ready? You ready?

Check the ball up!

Go get the ball.

Come on, man.

Put your body into it. Let's go.

I think I feel you now.

That's good.

That's good.

- Check it up.

- Yeah. That's good.

Let's go. Come on.

Yeah. Let's go.

Come on, man.

Let's go. Give me that.

Not bad.

- Thanks.

- So, what are we doing here?

I don't do the cafeteria.

It's too crowded,

plus I don't like

eating alone.

And playing basketball

by yourself is much better?

You got a point.

Let me rephrase that.

Why am I here?

Remember the first day?

You asked me about my eye.

I felt like I came across

a little rude,

and I wanted to apologize.

And you want to do that here,

in the gym?

Here's as good a place as any.

So rumor around school

is that you're the cool,

tough, bad-boy type.

Is that true?

I don't know.

Maybe the cool part.

And why did you move to New York?

That's complicated.

What isn't? Seriously,

why did you invite me here?

I wanna make a bet with you.

A bet?

I make a shot,

you go out on a date with me.

If I miss,

you can have whatever you want.

Is this what passes

as flirting where you're from?

What have you got to lose?

Okay. But I pick the shot.

Deal.

What's the shot?

Right where you are.

Really?

Turn around.

You gotta be kidding me.

The basket's not even down.

Rules are rules, hotshot.

Are you backing out

on your deal?

Just watch me.

Looks like you didn't want

that date badly enough.

Trust me,

that's not it at all.

Lunch is over.

I'll think about what I want

my prize to be.

I'll try not to make it too painful.

I can't wait.

Vance, are you home?

Hi, Mom.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I haven't seen you in a while,

and I just wanna make sure

everything's okay.

Everything's cool, Ma.

Good. That's good.

I want everything to be good.

Yo.

Yo, yo. Get dressed.

Can I go?

Another duel already, man?

You gotta be kidding me.

No. This is a different

kind of duel, son.

It's Friday, man.

We gotta go kick it with some chicks.

The game don't stop off the court.

Man, I'm too damn tired

to go out.

Boy, does it sound

like I'm asking you?

Not really.

You wanna fit in?

To get you some cool points?

'Cause they're calling you

a hillbilly.

Man, right now,

all I want is sleep.

Look, the one rule

of fitting in, son...

you gonna shine,

you gotta be seen to be noticed.

- I'll pick you up in 20.

- Fine.

- Can I go?

- No, Rody.

Come on.

Fix yourself.

Man, so what's, like,

a New York party like?

Man, so what's, like,

a New York party like?

Oh, New York parties...

This party we're about

to go to is crazy.

- Oh, yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

Okay. But, yo,

what's the deal with you

and that girl Maria,

Lena's friend?

Oh, Maria?

That's just my Monday-Friday.

Stop it, man. Come on.

I'm telling you.

Why you think they call me Jules?

- I got them.

- All right, man.

You better prove it

at this party then.

Watch what you about

to run into.

- My man.

- My man.

- Dawg.

- Big-O.

What's up, boy?

Mm-hmm.

Why so amazed,

new white boy?

Ain't no chicks

back home in Wisconsin?

- Not like this, man.

- Come on. Let's get some drinks.

Hey, yo, my man.

Hook us up with two

of something strong.

- All right?

- What, like a rock?

No. But I can think of something

that rhymes with that, though.

Oh, in your dreams, Jules.

Hey, yo, Jules,

I think it's Saturday by now.

No, it's still 11:55, homey.

Hey.

Hey, yourself.

I did not expect to see you here.

Me, neither.

I'm surprised you're not back

at juvie for stealing a cop car

and crashing into city hall.

You know you can't believe

everything you hear, right?

So you're not the bad boy

everyone says you are?

No. I'm badder.

Come on.

You wanna dance?

Maybe.

You on the wrong block, boy.

Ain't no one invite you!

Don't be like this, Maurice.

You don't belong, boy.

- Says who?

- Says me!

- That's who!

- Stop it!

You have to stop

being like this, Maurice.

I'm not gonna

be with you, ever,

and you can't keep

scaring guys away.

- Who says I'm scared?

- You should be.

Stop it, I'm serious.

You scared yet, boy?

Not even close.

Maurice, you better

back up off my part...

- Hey, yo, don't touch me, son.

- Back up then.

- This don't involve you.

- What you trying to do, Dre?

Whatever you wanna do.

Whatever, Jules.

You know where we from.

This isn't funny anymore, Maurice.

Okay.

Okay.

- Why don't we settle this like men?

- What you got in mind?

Duel!

Me and my boy versus you

and that clown-ass sidekick of yours!

- Court across the street.

- Don't be stupid, Maurice.

I'm not some property to be won.

You're on!

Then let's go.

And bring Julesy.

- Come on, Jules.

- No, man.

We're not ready yet.

I hear you and your boy

been winning a few duels,

trying to make it

to the Gathering.

I bet you think you good.

But you ain't nothing,

you hear?

Let's make this official!

Game!

Stakes?

- You name them.

- Oh, really?

How much you and your boyfriend

need to enter the Gathering?

Then there it is.

One game... 300.

- Man, you crazy?

- Are you scared?

Game accepted!

You are crazy.

Why you still running?

Where they going?

Show me something,

white boy.

Let's go, boy!

Keep going, man!

Stop touching me.

Stop touching me, man.

Come on!

Come on!

That's game!

Know your place, boy...

on the ground, in pain.

And stay away from my girl!

Stay!

Hey, what's up, man?

Yo, I heard you went balls to walls

with the man last night.

Tough loss.

Well, I got mad respect.

Thanks.

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