Tatum's Tears | On Hold

Chapter 12 - ❝Mind Reading and Dirty Thoughts.❞

Dedication: StarlightRyder :)

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Chapter 12 - "Mind Reading and Dirty Thoughts."

"Thoughts? Brain? Mind?"

Tatum nodded frantically at that, a huge grin splitting her face as she waved her hands to show that he was near.

"Alright, is it Mind Games?"

Tatum shook her head no, gesturing for him to go on.

"A Beautiful Mind?"

Tatum shook her head again, doing a set of quick actions of what she hoped was received as memories being lost.

"Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind!" Angier crowed victoriously and Tatum jumped up, pumping her fist in the air in victory. Angier jumped to a stand and came forward, and the two of them high-fived and bumped the side of their hips together, throwing their arms up in the air as they twirled around in perfect sync, doing their infamous victory dance.

"I swear, they're cheating. She must've mind-linked him." Micajah grumbled, fake-scowling as he glared at the two of them. They were currently in the middle of a heated game of charades in the lawn area outside the cafeteria, and it had been Team Mordecai's fault to give them such an easy movie.

There were no rules that Tatum had to tell her that it was too easy when Seneca had come forward to show her the piece of paper she'd scribbled the name on.

Ezra and Francesca were the ones playing Switzerland—the dude's lack of interest to participate in just about anything because of the absence of his Mate was getting really concerning, to the point that Tatum might have to actually voice it.

She wondered fleetingly how that conversation would go.

Back to the point, Ezra and Francesca had been the ones to make the chits for the game, but since lunch hour will be ending in about five minutes and since their scores had been tied, Seneca had proposed a sudden-death round where the opponent gives the other team a movie and the task was to time each other, the winner being the one who finds it out as quick as possible.

"You know we didn't." Tatum shrugged, smirking at the pissed-off Mordecai's as she stepped back to the bench with a victorious sashay. Angier strutted back smugly with an over-confident smile as well, because they'd finished their round in less than 20 seconds.

Beat that, Seneca and Micajah.

Tatum couldn't stop smirking as she pulled the piece of paper and handed it to Seneca, making her eyes bulge out comically.

It was a pretty simple title actually.

Tatum giggled to herself at the mental pun.

"And your time starts . . . now." Ezra set the timer on his phone and looked up, smirking at Tatum in a knowing way. It was a rule that the players had to tell the judges the name of the movie they'd chosen, and he also knew that guessing this one was just pure luck.

Seneca started pointing a finger to her heart and then forming the shape of a heart with her hands and Micajah guessed the first word pretty easily. As expected.

"Love!"

And then Seneca held up eight fingers, throwing Micajah off completely.

"Um, Love eight! Eight love?"