God of Temptation

Chapter 31

~Ariella~

"Oh my goodness, the movie is literally so good," Allison squeals as we strut out of the theater room to get some more popcorn.

Allison, Vivian and I came for a movie tonight, Kaitlyn had to cancel it last minute since she had group study for her upcoming test, tomorrow. 

"Oh yeah?" I keep a poker face, trying to tease her. She isn't exaggerating; the movie is actually quite good. But where's the fun if Ariella doesn't shoot glares my way?

As expected, Allison shoots me a dirty look, making Vivian chuckle as she strides forward in the line to get us popcorn.

The line is longer than my patience, Vivian and I stand off to the side. Allison is glued to her phone, probably replying to her very busy boyfriend, while I try to come up with my own version of the ending. It's a stupid thing to do, but someone needs to explain that to my brain.

"What flavors do you want?" Vivian asks us, as it's her turn next.

"I'll take regular salty."

"I'll take caramel, large," Allison says, stating her order.

Even now, she's rocking a caramel-colored short dress with white heels. Allison is literally obsessed with caramel.

"I'll take caramel, large," I mock her, exaggerating the 'caramel.'

"I'll take a regular salty," Allison fires back, not missing a beat and emphasising the 'salty'.

I pinch her, and she scowls my way. Instead of retaliating with a pinch, she flips her hair and me off too.

So, I return the favor, but she closes her eyes.

Sticking out her tongue, she laughs, "I didn't see it."

Of course, pettiness runs in me, so I try to remove her hands from her eyes, but the little minx is surprisingly strong.

While Allison and I are in our little skirmish, Vivian's voice cuts through. It's angry, but it's definitely not directed at us.

"Watch where you're going."

Vivian's white button-down is drenched in some brown liquid.

We approach her to assess the chaos, but before that, Allison doesn't forget to pass me another middle finger.

Ariella: nil. Tempest: 2.

Two guys stand together, both in white shirts. The guy who spilled what I think is a chocolate milkshake?

"Oh my God, you spilled a caramel milkshake?" Allison's voice cuts through the air, and Vivian shoots her a very stern glare that makes me grateful I'm not the one on the receiving end. Allison mimes zipping her lips and tossing away the key.

The guy behind the milkshake-spiller chuckles at her antics, and a flushed Allison scowls right back at him.

Both guys are easy on the eyes. While the first guy is lean and tall, the second guy is built like a brick house.

The milkshake spiller, towering slightly over the brick house guy, seems to have a knack for creating creamy chaos. While both boast dark brown locks, the brick house dude carries a mixed-race vibe, sporting green-gray eyes with a touch of Japanese flair. Meanwhile, our milkshake spiller rocks hazel eyes.

Observing them, it's evident they're not your run-of-the-mill crowd; their aura exudes power and ease. Brick house shoots daggers at the fellow in front of him, while milkshake man fixates on Vivian.

These gents are no ordinary Joes. They practically scream 'VIPs of the island,' though more like the kind you'd prefer not to meet in a dark alley. Yeah, call it a talent-I can spot a maniac from a mile away. Definitely not the kind you'd trust with a key to the city.