Chapter 248 - Two Hundred And Forty-eight: Return Home (1/2)

The third point of view

”Ninety-seven…. Ninety-eight….”

The crowd of onlookers counted down as the girl standing upside down chugged from the tapped key without anyone holding her up.

”Hundred!”

They all cheered as she climbed down.

”Izzy!” ” Izzy!” ”Izzy!”

The girl roared victoriously, beating her chest and splashing the remaining alcohol in her mouth out in the open.

”That was awesome, girl! I saved this special drink for you,” That rat called her girlfriend handed a plastic cup to her which Isabella accepted, yet the girl was oblivious to the faint sly smile curving her lips.

”Hey, babe,” Her rat of a boyfriend also appeared by her side, intending to kiss her but Isabelle pressed a finger against his lips, then gripped his chin to deviate his face to the side.

”Not now nor ever” she pushed his face away.

The rat of a best friend smiled uneasily, ”Izzy, what are you doing? He's Kelvin,”

Isabella smirked, ”Ooh, you must be so sad watching me do that” she pouted.

”W-what?” the fake bitch's voice cracked.

Without wasting time, Isabella took the cup and baptized her cheater boyfriend with it.

”Izzy!” the best friend was alarmed.

”I might be a bitch but I don't two-time, at least have some *dicknity,” she emphasized.

”Isabelle, are you out of your mind. That's Kelvin you're -” the girl couldn't finish the rest of her words, gasping from shock when a whole content was splashed on her, attracting startled gasps from the students.

”I can condone everything, but not unfaithful, cheating backstabbing bitch,” her eyes roved over the both of them disgustedly, ”Happy relationship pals, you fuckers deserve each other,” She said and strutted away from the discovered couples who were still frozen from shock.

How did she find out? They had been very careful, having known Isabella was a very cautious and sensitive person.

Isabella, though smug facially but inwardly, was hurt at the outcome. She had found out about their illicit relationship while guzzling down that booze.

While she had been standing upside down, Isabella had seen her so thought girlfriend throwing herself at Kelvin and him tucking her hair behind her ear, and both leaving tactically afterward- one after the other. She wasn't a fool not to know what was going on between them.

Fine, before the end of the night, she would get a new girlfriend and boyfriend to fill that vacancy - they always drew to her like a moth to a flame.

So, Isabelle sat on the sofa watching the other kids party. One of the popular kids at school called the party and Of course, she was the esteemed guest. Isabella didn't need to date some stupid dork or pull a stupid stunt to be famous, her achievements spoke for her.

With her publishing company doing fine, a high IQ that made several universities scout her whenever she steps out, coupled with the fact she's a popular rich man's daughter, why wouldn't fame come to her? Moreover, other than that, she has her own YouTube channel where she videos herself playing extreme sports and millions of people click to watch that.

Isabella had offers to skip high school, going to college straight away, however, what was the use of rushing life? So she went through the complete school years alongside those losers who fought to stay beside her during exams.

But this particular night, Isabella was not at peace. Ever since her father, Niklaus made his intention of marrying Neon's mother known, her mood went down the drain.

Sure, she loved Neon but having to call Jennifer, ”mother” would be an impossible feat. It sounded stupid but she didn't want any woman occupying Maya's place in her father's mind - that would be her burden for not protecting Maya properly.

The only reason she had accepted Neon was that she wanted to prove to Maya that she was a good kid - she would train Neon into a fine young man. Hopefully?

”Yo, Izzy, you should come see this!” She heard Dustin, one of the bad kids at school yell her name - she knew all the bad kids at school.

”Not interested,” She threw her head back against the sofa, gluing her eyes to the ceiling while kids around her got wasted.

”Trust me, it's about your old man! You'd be so shocked!” the kid pressed.

Isabella wouldn't have bothered, but Dustin was one of the few kids who respected her wishes, so for him to be this persistent? Something must be up.

Isabelle dragged herself to the counter where the guy was seated and taking a whiff from his cigarette while watching a video from his phone.

”What is it?” She rested her chin on Dustin's shoulder from behind.

”Your man is so good at this,” He chuckled, eyes on the screen.