BXBX NOVEL Chapter 383 Nonchalant Awesomeness
Larissa let out an exasperated sigh. "Of all the dungeons in the game, they had to pick this one. Figures."
Allen\'s fingers tightened around his virtual blades, his jaw clenched. Their encounters had never been pleasant, so this should be the same.
"Let\'s not let them ruin our day," he said, his voice a mix of frustration and resolve. "We\'re here to enjoy ourselves and hang around, just like anyone else."
Larissa nodded in agreement, her expression firm. "Yeah, you\'re right. Let\'s show them we\'re not bothered by their presence."
As Mac\'s group drew closer, their avatars were adorned with flashy armor and ostentatious accessories. It was as if a storm was brewing, one that threatened to disrupt the peace that had settled in the aftermath of the previous chaos.
"Ignore them," Shea chimed in, her voice laced with defiance. "We\'re here for a good time, not their drama."
Despite what Larissa, Allen, and Shea had said, Bella\'s eyes glinted mischievously. Her lips curled into a devious smirk as an idea seemed to light up her mind. "You know, how about we tell Elio about that video?" she suggested, her tone laced with a hint of excitement. "That\'s certainly more interesting than dealing with them."
Larissa let out an exasperated sigh, as if already foreseeing the chaos that would ensue. "Bella, that will only make more trouble. We\'re already dealing with enough drama," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of caution and annoyance.
Alice turned to them with her eyes wide and an excited grin plastered on her face. "Did someone say trouble?" she chimed in, her tone playful and eager. "You know I\'m always up for some spicy drama!"
Bella\'s grin widened, clearly enjoying the attention her idea was garnering. "Make it double!" she added with theatrical flair, folding her arms in front of her chest and striking a pose as if they were some kind of mischievous trio out of an adventure story.
Allen, who had been quietly observing the exchange, couldn\'t help but chuckle at the dynamic of his companions. "You guys and your knack for stirring things up," he teased, shaking his head in mock exasperation.
"Oi! Hold up!" Shea\'s voice cut through Bella and Alice\'s playful banter, her tone serious as she frowned at them. "If we ask them, she\'s just going to think we are stalking her. You know how that kind of drama works, right?" She crossed her arms, her expression one of clear concern.
Bella\'s shoulders slumped in disappointment. "Ah, damn it... You\'re right," she admitted begrudgingly, realizing the flaw in her mischievous plan.
Alice\'s enthusiasm also deflated as she chimed in, "So, I guess we\'re not crashing the drama party after all. Should we get out of here?"
Larissa weighed in with a thoughtful frown. "Why should we have to go? We haven\'t done anything wrong. If they want to stir the pot, let them. We shouldn\'t be afraid of their petty antics," she reasoned, her words carrying a hint of defiance.
Shea nodded in agreement. "Yeah, let them think whatever they want. We\'re just here to have fun and play the game. We don\'t need to stoop to their level."
"Absolutely," Allen chimed in, his gaze fixed on the group with a hint of mischief. It was as if he was silently saying, \'Let\'s give them a taste of our nonchalant awesomeness. Besides, this is a good chance to show them that we are normal players.\'
Shea nodded, a small grin tugging at the corner of her lips. "Let\'s just have a good time and show them that we\'re here for the game, not their drama."
Meanwhile, walking along behind Mac and the rest of the group, Yora\'s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Her focus was locked on the events of the previous day, a whirlpool of emotions that had driven her to a state of utter madness. She still couldn\'t believe how consumed she had been by the desire to see Allen, how it had pushed her to the edge.
Last night was a disappointment. She had arrived at the diner, anticipation coursing through her veins, only to find that Allen wasn\'t there. Liam and Darren had tried to explain and said they had done their best to keep Allen around. But deep down, Yora sensed their excuses were just that – excuses. She knew it was impossible to ask Allen to wait, to expect him to dance to her tune. Her pride ached at the thought.
Desperation had gnawed at her, a nagging need to restore her ego and salvage her wounded pride. Darren and Liam had played their part, offering a solution that came with its own kind of recklessness. They had invited her to the club and painted her out to be the queen of the night. It had been a calculated move, one that played to her vanity and ego. And Yora had taken their invitation.
The club had welcomed them with its rhythmic beats and flashing lights. They danced and indulged in drinks, Yora treading the line between revelry and control. She knew better than to let herself get carried away; they weren\'t Elio, after all.
But it had been Darren and Liam, fueled by their own intoxication, who had seduced her. In the haze of alcohol, they had made bold promises, declaring their willingness to do whatever it took to please her. And in that drunken moment, Yora\'s brilliant yet audacious idea had been conceived.
Playing on their inebriated state, Yora had feigned drunkenness herself, playing the part with finesse as she agreed to accompany them to Liam\'s house. A place where the absence of his parents provided the perfect cover for their antics. With the trio tipsy and reckless, she had put her plan into motion, her phone\'s recording feature capturing every moment.
Her strategy had been simple yet effective. Feigning intoxication, she had encouraged Liam and Darren to play along, their actions gradually becoming more daring and uninhibited. Yora had directed their movements, subtly manipulating them to act out her scheme. She had encouraged them to be rough, to give the appearance of a wild and unbridled encounter.
Under the guise of a role play, where her "no" meant "yes," Yora had skillfully guided their actions, creating a scenario that would incriminate them. In her mind, she had been setting a trap, a way to turn the tables and hold them accountable for their recklessness.