Rue's Mad World

Chapter 6

A/N I miss writing so boom here I am. enjoy!

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"Rue, can you please put your phone down for one second and look at me...I know you're not actually texting anyone."

Ash for once sounded frustrated. Good. It served him right. I continued to stare down at my phone like I'd been doing the whole night. I was pretending to be in the middle of a long and extremely important text convo but instead I was really just pinning cool hairstyles on pinterest. I hoped that the more time I spent acting completely uninterested in him, the less time I would have to be on this date.

Yes a date. I Rue "undateable" Taylor was on a date with the one and only Ash Valentine. The combination of the words  "date " and "Ash" in one sentence wasn't sitting well with me. Maybe it was my pride and my refusal to be pursued, but no matter how nice he was being or how annoyingly attractive he was, I refused to give him the slightest hope that I enjoyed his company.

Before we left on our little "date" I had unwillingly sat in on Mad World's hour long band practise. I had propped myself on one of the benches in the practise room, pulled out my phone and avoided making eye contact with any of the band members for the entire time. The rest of them got the hint that I didn't want to be there but Ash kept asking me dumb hospitable questions like "do you want water?" or "are you comfortable enough?" I ignored him then like I was ignoring him at dinner.

I'd agreed to one dinner--emphasis on the one. I even said that I would go with him right after his band practised because in my mind the sooner it was over the better. The  whole car ride there he attempted to make small talk but unfortunately I was completely engrossed by a picture on pinterest that taught you how to do a really pretty French bun. Whoops

"Fine then. Don't look at me, but like you agreed, you have to answer any 3 questions I ask."

Oh yes. The other part of the miserable deal I had made to gain back possession of my car keys.

I finally looked up at him with a blank expression on my face. "Why 3?" I challenged.

He smirked. "Because-- 3's a magical number."

I raised my eyebrow to challenge his plain answer further.

A waiter came by and dropped off two heaping plates of spaghetti. We were at a little Italian restaurant and I mean little. The only other customers were an older couple and what looked a business man eating alone. It was a good thing too; I had a feeling he picked such a small secluded place so he wouldn't be recognized, thus avoiding another mobbing.

The food looked delicious and as much as I disliked Ash at that moment,  I wasn't about to pass up the offer of free food. I was starving.

 "Magical things come in 3 or should I say good things?" he answered my quizzical brow. " Genies grant 3 wishes, there's 3 primary colours,  heck, Indiana Jones had to pass 3 tests before he could reach the holy grail -- it makes perfect sense to ask three. So Rue, I expect good, solid, enticing answers from you and I hope that you won't let me down.

I almost smiled at how silly and absurd he was being but instead opted for sarcasm.

"Oh yeah well that doesn't add pressure at all." I rolled my eyes. A brief moment of silence  passed between us.

"You know what?" I suddenly said. A new idea had formed in my head-- it was perfect. "If I have to answer 3 of your lame questions then you have to answer 3 of mine." I smiled triumphantly at myself. Now that would make the night far more interesting. Besides the info on his Wikipedia page was way too scarce for my liking.