Chapter 9 Nonsense

Brianna's POV.

I let out a sigh through my lips, and Ares' spaced out his hands, directing me to take a seat across from him.

The music started blasting with such annoyance, but I didn't want to complain. I felt like I had ruined enough of tonight.

A smile dropped on my face when Killian passed me a plate of grilled meat, already chopped into tiny pieces with toothpicks attached to them.

Everyone except Stacy and I acted like nothing happened just a few minutes ago. They were already having men's talk and I sensed Diego wasn't having much fun because he didn't get involved quite much.

"Is it rum, beer, or gin you like?" Killian asked. He was being too convincing of the playboy that he is.

"I don't drink alcohol." I explained further when his brows rose. "I had a very bad first experience."

He chuckled. "But isn't that what makes it fun? The stupidity you have to perform, uncaring and unmindful of whatever anyone has to say about it. Just being the real you."

"Did I not say the little dove-y wasn't fun?" Stacy chimes in from her seat before she kissed Ares on the cheeks. My eyes batted at that, my nostrils flaring with rugged exhalations, and Diego, who noticed my aggression, held my hand and smiled at me. I rolled my eyes.

"I'll take the milk. Perhaps later, I would drink the alcohol." I told Killian, who nodded and gave me a glassy cup filled with what I demanded.

As I took one sip, using the cup as a cover, my eyes shifted to Ares, and I caught him narrowing his eyes at Killian. He was fuming.

"Is he jealous that Killian was being nice to me?" A chuckle was released from the depths of my mind.

"Now, we begin the games." Claimed Ares, having cleared his throat. "We are playing two games tonight. First, spin and spill your biggest fear. Second is..." His face crinkled at the alchold he had just swallowed. "...spin for truth or dare."

"Yasss!". Squealed Stacy, elated.

Judging the look on everyone's face, I think Diego and I were the only ones not fascinated by anything yet.

The game began.

Killian spinned the bottle and released a dark, long, high-toned chuckle. "I'm hoping this lands on my beauty over there." He was flirting with me again, and weirdly, I liked its effect on Ares.

Killian hadn't sat when it stopped in front of him.

"Karma is real." Ares teased.

"What?" Killian's face melted.

His shoulders slouched as he released an exasperated sigh. He finished the remaining drink inside the bullet drink can before he spilled. "I hate anything reptile-related. I fear them more than I fear getting electrocuted." We all laughed at the way he spoke. His eyes grew big, as though he were imagining them crawling around his body. "And oh, their category cursed us humans to be on earth, so yeah, they are to be feared and hated."

Murmurs filled the space for a while, the guys making jest of Killian's fear before he spinned it again, and this time, it stopped at Diego.

Stacy groaned in an uninterested, unenergized voice, "Someone should just kill me before tonight's boringness does. A sadist of all people to spill? Y'all be pulling my legs." Her eyes landed on her pedicured nails.

I just couldn't hold it back in. "You always have the opinion of others. You know, people who complain about other people's acts usually have the greatest fault. Why? They are bothered by others' mistakes and lives that they don't watch theirs." Her eyes grew small, zeroing in on me. I could smell the hatred in the distance. "All I just said and meant was mind your own business."

"She nasty and sassy too. I think I just met my Nicki Minaj. Brianna, my heart's melting. Please come help me mould it back." Flirted Killian again and threw me a blowing kiss that I accepted and reciprocated with a silly face by sticking out my tongue to one side of my lips and biting down lightly on it.

"Damn, you're making me imagine what miracle that tongue could do to me." I chuckled at his remark.

"Win the night, girl but when I sting, you'd be paralyzed." Stacy threatened and I didn't care.

Ares cleared his throat, this time hoarsely, which made us go silent.

Diego spilled, "I fear spiders and scorpions. Just those two little things. They scare the hell out of me."

A while longer, the game shifted to Ares, and I calmed at listening to him.

"My fear is being left alone by the ones I love. It certainly would change me for a monster. And I hate that, but it's a curse I'd have to live with."

His eyes were fixated on me all through the fear of his statement. I felt something innocent there-something in his shimmering orbs.

In no time, the next spinning landed on me.

"What I fear is across from me."

"The swimming pool?" Ares suggested, and I smiled in discomfort.

"Any body of water. I have thallophobia."

After I spilled my fear, Killian kept spinning but it wouldn't land on Stacy.

"Time is going. Let's play truth or dare." Ares suggested and they all agreed to it.

I actually wanted to know Stacy's fear.

Ares stated the rules of the second game, scaring me. "If the bottle keeps landing on you, each player would keep on daring you and there's no escape. You've got just two truth. The remaining is dare. And if you don't do the dare, you drink three shot of gin."

The bottle spinned and it stopped at me. What?!

Killian was to ask me. "truth or dare?"

Of course, truth!

"Truth!" My voice was high-pitched.

"Who do you have a crush on here?" Adrenaline gushed into my blood and weakened my posture on the couch.

I can't be truthful. My eyes shifted from Ares back to Killian.

"Diego." I claimed and closed my eyes for a minute.

Apart from the music, everyone was quiet for a second when Stacy emitted a perilous laughter.

"Why am I not surprised?" She was having fun with me.

On the other hand, I felt Ares' burning eyes on me but I dared not look back at him. Diego had a part smile on his lips.

The next spinning came...

My heart thumped.

My breathing shallowed.

Not on me again...

Not on me...

"It's someone's bad day." Chuckled Killian.

My face and shoulder dropped when it stopped on me again. I knew I was doomed instantly since Stacy would be the one to dare me. My truth was once.

"Hey, bitch." Her eyes was sending daggers my way while I was piercing mine back at her, my nostrils flared, "I dare you to take Diego to the edge of the swimming pool and give him a lap dance. Note: twerk on his dick."

She was spewing nonsense. She knew I could not do that.

I didn't even waste time before I took the three shots and finished them. My throat was burning when I finished with my stomach suddenly not feeling okay. My eyes wet and went red instantly, and I just couldn't see well.

The game continued but for the next few minutes, I didn't feel well.

"I need to use the restroom." I said and stood up.

Woah...

My legs were wooble while my eyes were dizzy.

"Me too." I heard Stacy's voice from behind. My ears picked up on the sound of her boots nearing me then I felt the hit.

For a second, my eyes cleared in realization. Gravity aided Stacy's motive, and I landed into the pool. In a flash, my screams were muffled by the water that was sinking into my nostrils.