Monopoly Night ends poorly

“You owe me 10 million, Diego,” Mark said, laughing at him from the other side of the Monopoly board.

“You’re in jail, it doesn’t count, you can’t collect rent you cheat!” he said, giving it back to him.

“That’s not the rule. Look it up! If you are in jail and someone lands on your property, you still collect the rent,” Mark explained to him, “And with little money you have left, that’s the end of the game, I win.”

The two had been competing in a long Monopoly game. They were playing with the rest of Tiffany’s family but after a while, they all either quit or became bankrupt. Left in the lounge room was Mark and Diego, fighting it out for nothing but bragging rights.

This was the final straw for Diego, he was officially about to lose.

“Oh fuck this!” he shouted, wiping the hotels and houses off the board. “You just had to cheat to win!”

“Even if you were right about that rule, you were going to be bankrupt in the next five minutes no matter what,” he told him.

Mark started to pack up the Monopoly board, feeling quite relieved that he had beaten the little shit. Once packed up, he checked the time, it was already really late, the game had gone well longer than they expected. “Well... it was nice playing but I’m out of here,” he said, wrapping the night up.

Diego wasn’t done there though, “You know... I made a few brownie points with Tiffany today. I’m sure she appreciates someone who can actually look after her.”

“Look after her? You’re the only reason she is on crutches right now.” Mark snapped at him, “And besides, I’m the one she invited here, not you. I’m the one that’s sleeping in her room every night, not you. What are you even expecting right now?”

Diego thought about what Mark said, staying quiet for a second. Gulping, he prepared his response. “How about I show you why I’m going to end up dating her over you.”

He got up from his lounge chair and moved to the front door, “Come on, let me show you.”

Mark had no idea where he was going with this but as a naturally curious person, he went along with it, following him to the door. “What is it?” he said as they both stepped outside.

“It’s in my car, sitting on the passenger seat,” he said, pointing to the car outside the house.

At this stage, Mark should have been a little more aware that he was pulling the wool over his eyes. Confused, he walked slowly down to the front gate, to check out what he was talking about.

As soon as he heard laughing coming straight from Diego, he knew what was happening. Turning around, he saw Diego back inside, just about to shut the door.

“Maybe you’re right, maybe I won’t be sleeping in Tiffany’s bed tonight... but neither will you!” he said, slamming the door shut.

“No! No! NO!” Mark yelled but it was too late, the door shut and was locked instantly. “Fuck!” he said, twisting the door knob that wasn’t moving.

Diego had tricked him and now he was stuck outside while the rest of the house slept. He had been outplayed by the eighteen year old and that pissed him off more than anything.