All The Way

20 QUESTIONS

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"WHAT". I'm sure I just broke my 'I am as badass and bitchy as Yelena Belova'-vibe, but what did I just hear.

"Oh I know you heard me just alright." I DID.

Summoning up all my oscar-worthy acting skills, I put on a monotonous tone to waver him from the annoying smirk he's about to put on his face. "And why would I do that?", I question him raising my eyebrows. Yes, as much as I would've liked it in this particular scenario, I'm not talented enough to only raise one single eyebrow. I WISH I COULD'VE DONE THAT.

"Oh c'mon, don't be an arse. You can't even hold onto your books with me sitting here. You'll definitely not be able to do whatever you had planned for tonight"

That is indeed true. I think about it for a second. A lot can go wrong in 20 questions. A LOT. But as much as I would like to deny it, he's not wrong.

"Fine", he seems shocked that I agreed and then quickly recovered, plastering a wide grin onto his pale face.

"So, what were you doing here?"

AH SHIT! I've officially run head first into a deadly stampede.

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Well who am I even kidding, I knew he would ask this question, but I wasn't expecting him to be this straightforward. Well then, it's time to show him how talented I am in bending the rules.

"I was looking for some books."

My calm demeanour shocks him for a second. "In the middle of the night?", he says while quirking up an eyebrow. THAT'S NOT FAIR. Why can he do the one eyebrow-thingy and not me?

"Well, I already answered one question. Now, my turn." I can see the look of annoyance on his face so clearly that I can't stop a grin from forming on my face.

"What's your favourite thing to eat?". Silence.

"WHAT?"

"Oh you heard me alright." Ah, this is so fun.

"Out of everything you could've asked, you asked this?", he says with shock still all over his face. Oh Blondie, you would never know how much I'm enjoying this.

"Yes". Saying this, I perch my legs on the table, mimicking the position he was in, 5 minutes ago. Oh how I wish I was this quirky all the time. Such a thrill.

"Umm well...............it's chocolate cake."

"Chocolate cake? As in, the big millionaire heir loves chocolate cake, not something absurd like Croquembouche!", I say giggling lightly.

"I don't even know what that last word means"

"Damn." Too stereotypical I guess. \_(•-•)_/

"Alright then, my turn. Why were you looking for books in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT in the school library?", air-quoting the word 'books'.

"Because I needed them."

The annoyance on his face grows, but I can see the gears in his head turning. He knows I'm playing him, so now he's devising a plan to backfire my strategy. I'd like to see him try.

He opens his mouth to say something but then instantly closes it and gestures for me to continue. Alright then.

"What is your favourite colour?"

"Black."

"KNEW IT!" stifling my laughter.

"What did you just say?", he says with a slight warning in his voice. If he thinks that he can scare me off with a deeper voice, he's so mistaken.

"Nothing. Your turn."

"What was your MOTIVE behind coming here tonight, explain in brief." WHAT IS THIS, A 5-MARK QUESTION IN THE EXAM SHEET.

"I don't owe you any kind of explanation. And how will you even know if say, I lie"

"Well for starters, I won't know. But if it's some kinda advantage over me to win THE SCORE, then I kind of already win, don't I? Wouldn't wanna stay in a challenge with a cheater, would I?"

I knew that he was smart, but so quick to catch on small details, that wasn't something I was expecting. Well, SHIT. Looks like I have to tell him. I maybe a good liar or a smart-ass, but he shot at my pride. I will never be a CHEATER. Ever.

Looking down at my nails, I start speaking in a soft tone.

"Well, I figured out the physics exam pattern last fall."

I look up at him to find him staring, but before he can ask anything, I continue. ".......Mr. Kumar only uses one book to make our exams. I've been confirming my theory for the past few months with his pop quizes and periodic exams. Turns out, I was right."

To say he was shocked is an understatement. But he looks more confused than shocked. I know EXACTLY what he is gonna ask. Before he could even formulate his question, I speak up.

"No, I haven't CHEATED yet. I never planned to. You can think of it as an aid. I know the particular book he uses, so I planned to practice all the questions the book had. That was why I was here, cause you can't issue the study guides for some weird reason. Alright, my turn. And before you ask, yes I'll tell you about the book, so we're even."

It takes him a moment to collect himself, after which he gives me a short nod.

"So, are those minions of yours really your friends, or just mindless power-showcasing followers?" I add a smirk when I see his lips form into a thin line.

"Their fathers are big business-men like my father. It looks good to be friends with their family. A sign of partnership or some other business BULLSHIT."

A fit of laughter breaks out of me. Oh god! I knew this but knowing that the richest kid in town doesn't even have real friends is so funny for some reason. I mean, I know I should feel bad for him or something, but a person who acts like the world revolves around them, NAH.

"I bet all of you go to fancy parties or something and your moms go to garden kitty parties with chihuahuas in their handbags." I say, laughing so hard that my eyes start to water. I raise my head to look for his reaction, expecting a smile for once, but all I see is a scowl and then a blank expression. Without wasting another second, he gets up from his chair and looks me straight in my eyes.

"Well, look at the time. I should leave now." Saying this, he starts walking towards the backdoor. Before turning the handle, he almost whisper-yells, "Have a goodnight Jones. I hope to never see you again, but that would be a useless dream."

With this he walks out of the door, shutting it with a thud. well, WHAT DID JUST HAPPEN?

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