Double Or Nothing // C.T.H

18 ~ Thomas

My mouth suddenly goes dry. "What- how- I'm not-"

Peter chuckles saying. "Shh, don't hurt yourself."

I glance around the room, to make sure that everyone else isn't paying any attention to us.

"How did you know? I'm I that obvious?" I ask, my worried voice dropped to a whisper.

Peter twirls his pencil between his fingers, leaning back into his chair with a satisfied grin.

"No, you're not. I didn't figure out that it's really the other twin until like, 2 minutes ago." His eyes flicker to me then back to his spinning pencil.

"How?" My voice seems  tired, strained, which causes him to stop his pencils movement.

"Well, it's just that you smiled at me." He pauses his eyes moving between me and his hands, which were now fiddling with each other. "And Calum wouldn't have smiled at me, especially now. He would have frowned and glared at me hearing our names together. At lest that's what everyone else has been doing."

I watch him, unsure what to say. I'm not used to people just opening up and telling me Things that happen to them so early on.

"And you wrote Thomas on your paper." He chuckles, pointing his finger at the top of my worksheet.

"Oh." I rush to erase my name, heat running to my cheeks. "Uh, thanks for telling me..." I lick my lips trailing off awkwardly.

"There's no need to thank me, I didn't do anything." He shrugs, now chewing on the eraser to his pencil.

"You didn't get mad nor laughed at me once you figured out that I'm not Calum. And you didn't run off to tell the whole school, you confronted me, and only me...You're not going to tell anyone right?" My eyes widened.

"I don't think I am." He taps his chin in a thinking matter. "Although, you never know. You could turn out to be a complete jerk, like everyone else in this school, and then I might accidentally spill the beans." Peters left eyebrow arched in a questioning manor. "However, you seem alright so, unless you prove me wrong and you are a jerk, your secret is safe with me." He smiles brightly at me, and I return the gesture.

"Good," I breath out, slouching in my chair. "I was starting to think you would tell Seth. That would give him so many new ideas on how to bother me."

Peter noticeably stiffened at the mention of Seth. He clears his throat before saying, "let's get started on this, yeah? Class is already half way over."

"Yea, alright." I lean over the paper, reading the questions.

The worksheet seemed almost childish. It was just riddles.

"Why are we doing riddles?" I question aloud. " I mean, isn't that kinda silly."

"I don't think it's silly." Peter says, still looking at the paper. "It's a great way to straighten your mind." He says softly.

He added a small, "but what would I know?" Under his breath that probably wasn't meant for my ears.

"Well I guess." I say, my nose scrunching up slightly. "But couldn't you do more, mature things? Like equations?"

"If you think about it, they are mature, just Disguised as something childish." He says, pointing at number one. "For example, What is lost the moment you say it's name?" He looks at me expectantly.

I bite my lip, thinking hard. Statements and facts rush all around my brain. For once, I don't have any Clue what the answer would be.

"I can't think of and logical expla-"

"Maybe you don't need to think logically. Maybe think creatively, and some cleverness to your mind." He says, laughing slightly at my confused face.

"What's lost the moment you say it's name? It took me a second, but I think I've got it, correct me if I'm wrong, but wouldn't you lose silence after you've said it's name?" He raises his left eyebrow once more, the cheeky grin on his face widening as realization dawns on me.  "Now, that's not so silly is it? It makes sense."

"That- you- you're really creative." I say, I'm complete awe of him.

Ever since I could remember I've liked math. It's always been my favorite, because Everything was logical, everything made sense, and had reasoning as to why it made sense.

But now, I realize how this riddle makes since, yet instead of thinking orderly and factually, Peter got the answer by thinking outside of the box. Something that I've never been able to do.

"Okay." I say, smiling at Peter. "That was a Lucky guess" I tease.

"Oh really?" He asks, letting out a small chuckle. "Alright you do the next one then."

"Fine" I say confidently, reading out the question. "If you have me, you want to share me. If you share me you don't have me. What am I?"

I tap my pencil on the desk, straining my Brain for an answer.

"Uh, obviously it's um...it's-"

"A secret." Says Peter, a smug smirk on his face.

I can feel my face becoming slightly pink with frustration. Why can't I figure these simple riddles out?

I quickly move into the next one after writing down the answer. "What can you catch but not throw?"

"A cold" Peter says with ease before I could even think about it.

I let out a deep breath of frustration, my jaw clenching slightly.

"What gets broken without being held?" Peter asks, this time his own face was covered in slight confusion.

It took me a second, but then it clicked.

"A promise." I whisper quietly.

A weird silence fell over is both, one that was heavy but light at the same time.

I didn't know this feeling, it wasn't happy, but it wasn't sad. It didn't to be one definite thing, it was just, itself.

I look at Peter. He was bent over his paper, his face now turned serious and his lips were pressed so thin, they looked as if they might disappear.

I suddenly felt overwhelmingly intrigued, and I just had to figure out this new riddle.

The riddle that is Peter Elliot.

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A|N

Hello!

What do you think about Peter so far?

Do you have any riddles of your own? He ones mentioned of some of my favorites, because I love them.

Not much happened in this chapter, but trust me, you need to buckle up for the next one ;-)

Love y'all!

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