The third point of view :

"You cheater!"

Anabelle was startled by that accusation and looked up only to discover it was Julie. What the fuck was going on here?

Then it dawned on her that she was lying on Israel. A blush spread to her cheeks as she got to her feet with lightning speed.

" I'm so sorry," She gave him her hand for him to take and pull himself up. But to her greatest surprise, Julie snatched it and pulled her to his side.

"What are you doing?" She gave him an attitude.

"I should be asking him the same? You woke up first thing early in the morning and the first thing you do is to seduce him?"

Anabelle was dumbfounded, "Seduce him?" she was enraged, "Hey? Who do you think you are to speak to me that way?"

"You belong to me?"

Anabelle scoffed, "What do you think we're in? Middle ages? I'm not your fucking property!"

"I didn't say you're my property's property, I'm just saying that you serve me," He tried to make it clear to her.

"That still doesn't give you the right to call me a cheater? Just because we have that deal -"

Julie immediately closed her mouth with his hand, giving Israel a side look. He can't let his friend know that their relationship was simply based on a deal else it might give him the liberty to woo her.

"Mmmmm," Anabelle glared at this crazy boy. Does he have a bipolar syndrome or what? His mood swings were so erratic - she feared for her life around him.

"What are you doing?" Israel was now perplexed about the whole happening.

There was something about these two people he couldn't exactly put his fingers across. As Julie's friend, he knew Julie's tactics and the fact he had no feelings for Anabelle which made him - Israel - go after her. But now he couldn't say the same, why was Julie suddenly protective?

They were not even real couples. Anabelle had just accompanied him yesterday since his girlfriend couldn't make it - So Julie told him. The boy was a bit of a showoff.

"Go and wash up, breakfast is already done," Julie ignored him, already pushing Anabelle in the direction of the bathroom.

"You still haven't told me - "

He pressed a finger against her lips. Anabelle's eyes widened at that gesture.

"I'll answer your questions when you're done bathing and eating," He gave her a condition.

"Fine," Anabelle decided to just shut up and was about to go into the ensuite bathroom when she remembered something," I don't have any clothes to change - "

"You can have mine," Julie ran like the Flash and presented a pair of pants and shirt to her - all this happening in front of the stunned Israel.

Anabelle took the cloth, her brows raised questioningly which Julie noticed.

"It's new. It's clean. And I've never masturbated in it," He declared so proudly.

"Eww," Anabelle gave him a look of disgust and shut the door with lightning speed.

A smile curved up Julie's face unknowingly and he turned around to meet his friend still there.

"What are you still doing here? Get your ass out of here or do you want to peep at her while she bathes - don't think I don't know your plan?" He accused the boy with a pointing hand.

"I'm not that kind of person!" Israel defended himself. He was greatly annoyed by that accusation, "How could you say that about me?"

"Can you blame me? I gave you my date to take care of for the day and now, you're clinging to her like a shadow," He claimed.

"Because I like her. She's quite different from the other girls I've seen and been with, she doesn't throw themselves on me. Not to mention that she's cute," He added, "Let me ask you then, do you have feelings for her?"

Julie's countenance changed, "I've told you, it's none of your business"

"She's not yours then," Israel smiled.

"What?"Julie blinked, confused.

"You always try to appear threatening when lying," Israel winked at him, "I'm your best friend, don't think you can fool me," he saw through his act.

Julie took a deep breath, reining in his anger. This little bedbug was beginning to piss him off.

"Stay off from Anabelle. She's mine and you don't have the right to question me," He warned, his voice a slow rumble.

Julie had always been the undisputable prince both in school, sports - in fact, everything. As the only son and child of the family, he was spoiled with everything he ever needed hence his arrogance. Thanks to his background, people feared him.

Israel scratched his scalp, "It has come to this then," he said, glancing up at his friend apathetically, "They say the brotherhood is tested when a woman steps in..." he smiled at no one in particular, "I never thought about that word until today,"

"What are you saying?" Julie cocked his brow arrogantly

"You might not know this but I've been letting you win for a long time, I can't let you win this time,"

"What?" Julie could not believe what he just said. Israel was letting him win on purpose? Ha! Who does he think he is? His arrogance didn't allow him to see the truth.

He was Julie! Everything he had ever wanted always worked out for him so he was confident of winning. Israel was just spouting shit.

His lips curved into a smile, "Challenge accepted. Let's see who wins the damsel's heart,"

Meanwhile, Anabelle, who had no idea of the challenge between both men, had just finished washing and stepped out to dress up when she came across the bathroom mirror, only to receive the shock of her life.

There on her face was a huge fading bruise that ruined her beautiful face. Her eyes widened to the sauce of saucers as she screamed the name of the only person that could be responsible for this.

"Julie!!!! "

Anabelle almost stormed out of the bathroom had she not remembered she was without clothes. Vomiting swear words from her mouth, she quickly dressed up in record time and strode off with anger reeking off her.

"Julie!" She screamed, watching with sinister pleasure how his eyes widened from terror, "How dare you?"

"I can explain," Julie raised his hand defensively. He could already guess she had seen her face in the mirror.

"You don't deserve mercy!" roared Anabelle. The accumulated anger from other occasions blinded her brain and made it unable for her to think straight.

Before anyone could tell what was going on, Anabelle lifted her leg and kicked him in the place where the sun never shines.

However, something happened.