Chapter 9: tax evasion

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Szarina's POV:

Anyways.

We went back to monopoly.

"GIVE ME MY MONEY YOU BROKEASS BITCH," I snatched his money away before he could even blink, cackling as I counted my money like a evil businessman who pays his workers minimum wage for working 9-5.

Just before I could bully my friends more, I heard the giant honking stomps of a hippopotamus coming down the stairs. The earth literally trembled and dust rained down from the ceilings as she made her presence known.

Oh, it's just Isabella.

Isabella plopped her fatass down and immediately started eating chips because her mouth is literally lonely all the time and her stomach is a depthless hole while I absolutely cooked at monopoly.

"SZARINA- OH MY FUCKING GOD STOP TAKING MY MONEY YOU HOE!!" Courtney said calmly, throwing a little plastic hotel at me and almost hitting my eye.

"DUDE- IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU'RE ASS AT MONOPOLY, I LITERALLY PLAY BETTER THAN YOU BLINDFOLDED," I replied serenely.

"OKAY, YOUR EYEBROWS LOOK LIKE FURRY CATERPILLARS CRAWLED ON YOUR HEAD AND GLUED THEM THERE. AT LEAST I'M NOT AS HORRIBLE AS MATTEO!" Dang, this girl, always managing to talk about Matteo in every situation. 

"HEY?? WHAT DID I DO?" Matteo asked, bewildered, confused, and bamboozled.

"Alright, alright, calm down guys," Isabella sighed, like a tired mom watching her little hooligans.

"Where's Aiden? We still haven't painted his nails yet. Is he still upstairs?" I asked.

"No, he went into a magical portal through a closet- OF COURSE HE'S STILL UPSTAIRS. I have no idea what he's doing," Isabella rolled her eyes, shoving more food into her mouth.

"He's probably thinking of Matteo while st-" Courtney managed to mutter before I threatened to baptize her with the family size sprite and smack her with the empty bottle afterwards. 

"You're probably right," I muttered under my breath, side eyeing Matteo to make sure he didn't hear us.

He was too busy getting yelled at by Isabella for going through her texts and blocking that weirdo.

Ah, well. Someone needed to block that mole rat lookalike anyway. I shrugged and went back to evading income tax in Monopoly


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