A Painter's Mystery

4. Time for The Fandoms

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Picture above- The diner

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Silent. That was how I spent the first two minutes of realising that the so called 'Watson' was in my class. And then the first thing I said was somewhat stupid. "Are you stalking me?"

He raised an eyebrow and smirked back at me. "Me? Stalking? Pshh! It's you who's stalking me. Last night, I told you that I had Literature. And voila," he spread his arms wide. "Here you are, following me around like a lost puppy."

Ahh! He did have a point. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to argue. "Excuse me sir, you are not that important that people'll start stalking you, especially not me. And I have multiple other reasons to take Literature, and you sir, aren't one of them."

He pouted and kept a hand over his heart. "You hurt me, Sherlock. Anyways, what is your actual reason? Don't tell me you took this subject because of the teacher. Half the female and male and any other unrevealed gender population is filled with these sorts of students."

"Stop making assumptions about me and others, Watson. That won't do well in the detective industry."

"Ahh! But I'm not actually the detective. I'm just here to support, assist and cheer the real detective, aka, you Sherlock."

Rolling my eyes with a smile on my face, I asked. "Whatever. What is the assignment about?"

"Hmm, the sidekick becomes the hero, I like it, has a nice ring. The assignment's about Mansfield Park, a book we just read. And now, we've to debate against and for the motion: Is Fanny Price an actual hero? And prepare a side project as well, which we need to decide on our own. Quite innovative, to be honest."

"But I have no idea what is there in Mansfield Park or who Fanny is. I've never read the novel."

"Just my luck, I guess. Now, I'm stuck with an amateur and I'll have to do all the work." Poking him in the chest, I retorted. "Yeah, no such BS is happening. You'll help me read and understand what Mansfield Park is all about and then we'll be making the project together. You're not getting rid of me that easily." I smiled evilly.

"Okay so, we meet after school? I've a car, and if you do too, we can meet back in this diner. You can follow me." He planned coolly. I might've said yes except the face of a blonde banshee popped up in my mind. "First of all, I don't have a car, I come by cycle. Second of all, I'm not meeting you "back at this diner,"" I made air quotes. "'Cause I don't even know your name. What if you're a serial killer or you'll force me to join Illuminati? You don't know me either. What if I'm a serial killer or I force you to join the Illuminati?"

He rolled his eyes. "Are you a serial killer?" He asked me as I shook my head. "Do you even know a cult except Illuminati?" I shook my head again. "Well, then problem solved. Last question. What is your name?"

"The name's Fray, Hailee Fray." To overdramatize, I added a hair flip just for the sake of it. He gave one of his guffawing laughs. Now my turn for questions.

"Do you own a gun? Do you like to torture people? Do you read books except for Literature? Have you read Harry Potter and Percy Jackson?"

He looked seriously awed at my capacity to keep speaking without breathing. "The answers are, respectively; No, no, yes and yes."

I gave out a mock sigh. "Thank god! If you wouldn't have answered the last 2 questions as affirmative, I don't know what I would've done!"

He gave me a serious look. "So you didn't actually care about the first 2 questions?" I gave him a wink. "Nahh! I could've tolerated those. Last question, though; what is your name?" At the same time, the bell rang shrilly and clearly. I kept waiting for his answer but he stood up and started piling his books. When he didn't say anything, I turned around and did the same. Bad mistake.