That One Night We Played "Who’s Most Likely To?" and Everything Changed

We were supposed to have a chill night. Just me, six friends, a few pizzas, some cheap wine, and a deck of “Who’s Most Likely To?” cards someone bought on impulse.

“It’s harmless fun,” Jake said, cracking open a can of beer. “You just point fingers and laugh.”

Famous last words.

At first, it was innocent. Who’s most likely to become famous? Everyone pointed at Maya—she’s TikTok famous for her unhinged Starbucks order reviews. Who’s most likely to cry during a movie? That was clearly Darren. He sniffles during dog food commercials.

But as the wine disappeared and the questions got weirder, things escalated. Fast.


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“Who’s most likely to hook up with their ex?”

Every head turned toward me.

I blinked. “What?”

“I mean…” Maya grinned. “Didn’t someone text Lucas last weekend after that concert?”

“That was not a hookup text,” I argued. “That was a ‘hey, I saw your favorite band and thought of you’ text.”

“That’s what we call a ‘gateway text,’” Jake chimed in.

Laughter. Then silence. Then, “So… did he answer?”

I stared into my wine glass like it held the answer. “Yes. He said he missed me.”

Now everyone leaned in.


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That’s when the confessions started. Like a broken dam, stories poured out. Tiny betrayals. Old hookups. Weird habits no one dared mention before.

“Who’s most likely to secretly stalk their crush online?”

Everyone pointed at Jess. She didn’t deny it. “I have spreadsheets,” she said, unapologetically. “Color-coded.”

We nearly fell off the couch laughing.

The game shifted from a silly icebreaker into something deeper, a kind of accidental therapy. It was like we all agreed—without saying it—that nothing said that night would leave that room.


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Then came that card.

“Who’s most likely to fall in love with someone in this room?”

The laughter stopped.

Jake cleared his throat. “We skipping this one?”

“Nope,” Maya grinned. “We’re answering. On three.”

“One… two… three.”

I pointed at Darren. So did Jess.

But three hands—Jake’s, Darren’s, and Maya’s—all pointed at me.

“What the—?” I looked around, shocked.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Come on. You didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

He shrugged. “It’s kinda obvious.”

I felt the room tilt, the buzz from the wine sharpening. “Obvious how?”

Darren jumped in, saving me. “Obvious that you’re lovable. That’s all he meant.”

But the way Jake was looking at me said something else. And the way my heart reacted confirmed it.


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We tried to keep playing. But the questions felt heavier now.

“Who’s most likely to get married first?”

“Who’s most likely to move away and never tell anyone?”

Each one felt like a dare, like the game was no longer about who we were—but about what we were hiding.


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At some point, Maya looked at the clock. “It’s 2 a.m. Do we… stop?”

No one answered. The cards sat there like a trap. We were all thinking about things we couldn’t unsay.

Jess started gathering plates. Darren helped. Jake grabbed his jacket.

I walked him to the door, half out of habit, half out of curiosity.

“Hey,” he said, pausing before he left. “Lucas isn’t the only one who misses you.”

He said it like a whisper, but it hit like thunder.

Then he was gone.


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The next morning, I woke up to three texts.

From Maya:
“Still can’t believe Jess has spreadsheets.”

From Lucas:
“Thinking of you again. Want to talk?”

And from Jake:
“No regrets about last night. Let’s hang out. Just us?”

I stared at my phone for a long time.

All because of a party game.

A stupid, hilarious, unexpectedly revealing party game.

“Who’s Most Likely To?”

Turns out… it was me.
Most likely to start the night laughing—and end it completely changed.


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