Chapter 489 - Four Hundred And Eighty-nine: The Great Instigator (1/2)

Isabella's point of view:

Anabelle was a killjoy. A good one at that. None of the games I brought up were good enough for her, either they were too brilliant for her to engage in - she claims we're too smart and can't be beaten against - or was too tedious for her to join - Anabelle claims we're stronger than her. Ugh! It was too irritating!

All of my plans for the night were dashed to pieces. What the hell was fun without the thrill of it?! And now, we're having our pizza in boredom.

I wonder why I even listened to her? I was changing and that I knew because the previous me wouldn't care about Anabelle's fucked up opinion. What changed in me? Or rather, who changed me? It was almost as if I was losing my touch or something.

Oh, gracious God, this was worse than I thought. What happened to Isabella?!!

”This is boring,” I didn't bother to hide thev displeasure in my tone. My idea of a perfect blissful night was tossed out of the window before it even began.

”Let's play a game,” Anabelle flashed me a smile. She knew I was pissed and was looking for ways to placate me.

Yeah, Anabelle wasn't that hard to read. Actually, she was like an open book, a blank one, which I write upon and like a robot created like the other pathetic humans out there, acts upon it. Except that this particular robot was a bit dumb and stubborn.

”What game?” I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Who knows? She might have something fun in mind.

”Truth or dare!” she announced.

This time, all three of us at the table groaned. Was she trying to bore us to death? Who does that game these days? Moreover, we all had deadly secrets we'd rather keep to ourselves. Yep, we were not just ordinary kids, but ones born out of crazy, dysfunctional families.

”Nope,” I was the first to object. There was no way on earth I was revealing the skeletons in my wardrobe, especially not in front of my baby, Pedro. What if he's unable to handle it and gets scared of me? Nope, I'm not risking it.

”I second that,” Julie was in support.

I smirked, guess I wasn't the only one who doesn't want their partner to know their toxic past. It comforted me - if Julie went out of line, I wouldn't hesitate to use one of those to blackmail him.

”Come on guys, it's going to be fun. And to guarantee that, we're going to use the alcohol. Anyone who fails to accept their respective truth or dare challenge would have a drink. And no, I'm not objecting this time,” she persuaded us firmly.

My brow raised in interest, this sounds like fun? Since Anabelle was so passionate about it, who was I to turn down the offer - an evil plan forming in my head. Oh please, I'm not evil. It's just a smart scheme.

”Fine, I'm in,” I clapped my hand, conclusively.

”God, no,” Julie groaned, rubbing the side of his temple with a sigh, knowing my sudden change of heart was no good to him.

”I'm in,” Predo supported me as usual. I grinned at him, he was a very reliable team player and I couldn't ask for any better partner than him.

Done, the three of us then turned to Julie, staring at him expectantly.

”I don't like this. You trio are ganging up on me,” He groaned, wiping his face with his palm.

I snorted, ”There is no more time to be wasted, you in or out or what?”

”What do you think?” he glared at me.

”He's in,” I happily translated for Anabelle.

”Yeah!” Anabelle celebrated and without second thoughts, cleared the pizza boxes on the floor, beginning to set the drinks while we all gathered in a circle waiting for our moderator aka Anabelle to commence the start of the game.

”Alright,” She began, ”Let's start with Isabella,”

Oh, I'm so delighted.

”She's going to spin the bottle...” Anabelle said, handing an empty bottle to me and don't even ask who emptied its contents - it's quite obvious.

”She's going to spin it and whoever the bottle's neck points to, would have to entertain her truth or dare, and that procedure pertains to practically everyone else in this room. Also, there's no redo unless the bottle

points at the space between two people. So now...” she readjusted on the floor, ”You can begin, Isabelle,”

”Thank you,” I said and without wasting time, spun the bottle hard in the middle. The bottle began to spin and after a while, completely stopped at…..

”Anabelle,” I smirked, the universe was on my side today.