ARLETTE’S POV“I lost!” I say in horror as I slap both hands on my face, staring at Tony as if he made me lose. The movie was scary, the macabre in it got chills running dow my spine and worse part, we aren’t even fifteen minutes into the movie. “Of course you lost, Allie. You can’t win any deal against me,” he tells me mockingly. Humphing, I stand up, ready to leave the room. “Don’t be a sore loser, Allie. Let’s watch something else, please,” he begs. Sighing, I sit, picking a thriller to watch. We got our minds wrapped trying to find who the killer was. At one point, we heard a rasp Knock on the door. It was Matteo. He slide into the room, sitting beside me, watching the movie. “We have a bet. Fifty dollars for whoever guess the right killer,” Tony offers. I gasps glaring at him in disbelief. “No way you are going to win against me twice in one night,” I state. “Are you sure? Because I know I’m going to win,” he giggles so sure of himself. Sighing, I nod, giving him
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