Spy School Oneshots (Berica)

Would you rather....

Ben's POV:

This whole mess started with one simple text. It was just five words, but later those five words would be both a blessing and the bane of my existence. 

Zoe to You, Erica, Mike, Chip, and Jawa: COME TO MY ROOM ASAP!!!!!! THERE IS A PROBLEM!!

In retrospect, I should have known something was up for two reasons:

A) If she was being assaulted and/or possibly being attacked by ninjas (which was a surprisingly common occurrence at the Academy of Espionage) she wouldn't have had the time to fight her attackers and text us at once.

B) If it was important, she would have sent us the message as quickly as possible, but, at least from the looks of it, she took her time to correct her spelling, and even edited a ninth exclamation point into the text when I was running to her room.

But, in the heat of the moment, I didn't realize these things. And from the looks of it when I arrived, neither had Mike, Chip, or Jawa. 

Erica had realized those things, but, as I would later find out, she had alternate reasons for coming.

"What- You- needed-" I panted, out of breath from running halfway across the Academy's confusing hallways.

"I realized, even though we are best friends, we barely know anything by each other." Zoe started. "So I propose a game of would you rather." 

"No."

"Sure."

"Yeah."

"Fine."

"Okay."

I'll let you guess who said no.

"I don't want to play. It's a waste of time, and I could be doing productive things." Erica said.

"Like what?" Zoe challenged.

"Well, I can practice my marksmanship-"

"You can hit twelve bulls-eyes in 10 seconds while blindfolded." 

"Then I can hone my bomb-defusion-"

"That too you can do blindfolded, while attacking three enemy ninjas."

"That isn't really-"

"You've practiced that every day since you were two."

"Look, I might not have anything better to do, but I just don't want to do this-"

"Erica, if you don't, I might just, well, you know what." Zoe said, with a giant smirk on her face.

Erica looked like she was contemplating whether or not she could kill Zoe before she did whatever she said she'd do. Finally, she gave in and sat down, but not before giving Zoe a look that said, "I will kill you, very, very soon."

"Okay," Mike said, breaking the silence, "Ignoring whatever the heck just happened, who goes first?"

"I'll give the question." Zoe said. "And whoever's to the left of me will answer the question."

All of us turned to see Erica on the left of Zoe, but instead we saw a surprised Mike sitting there, and a smug Erica sitting where he had been.

"Okay then." Jawa said. "Looks like you're up, Mike."

"Okay, Mike." Zoe was trying very hard (but failing) to look like she wasn't coming up with a new question for Mike, since he was answering instead of Erica.

She finally decided on a question, which was:

"Would you rather kiss Me or Erica?"

Everyone, including Zoe, thought they knew the answer until he said, with his face doing an excellent impression of a tomato, "Err... I would kiss you."

Jawa decided to be the one to break the silence this time. "Uh... moving swiftly on, Mike, your turn. You get ask Chip."

They were all very unimaginative questions, such as, "Would you rather eat cafeteria food, or eat a moldy apple?" It was clear that everyone other than Erica and I had planned this, and Erica avoiding a question by switching places with Mike had caught them off guard. 

Nevertheless, everything was going fine until we had gone full circle and it was Chip's turn to question Erica. She tried to swap places again, but Mike, Zoe, Chip, and Jawa were on guard this time, and caught her before she could do it. She would have easily shaken them off, and knocked them out for good measure, if Zoe hadn't (yet again) threatened to spoil her "big secret."

She sighed, "Fine." and sat down calmly.

"Erica Hale." Chip said,  building up suspense, "Would you rather- kiss Mike- or- kiss Ben." He took over 15 seconds just to say those 8 words, and he emphasized my name, like he knew something I didn't.

Erica, being Erica, gave Chip a ice-cold stare, which was deflected with a smug If-you-attack-us, we-will-spill-your-secret look. Erica promptly began her response to this look by sighing, getting up, and giving Chip another glare.

She ended the response by punching Chip in the face. HARD.

Now, for Erica Hale, her "weak" punch was about one-hundred times better than most people's best punch. So, you can imagine what her strong punch is like.

Now Zoe was freaking out, both from fear and excitement.

"NOWICANTELLBENYOURSECRETIWARNEDYOUERICA!!!!" She said, barely taking time to breathe.

"Wait, what?" I asked, utterly confused as to what in the world was happening.

Zoe, Mike, Chip, and Jawa all turned to me at once and said the same thing:

"Ben, Erica likes-"

Erica clearly didn't want them to finish that sentence, as she whipped out a gas mask and used a standard cleaning spray bottle to spray something that looked awfully like sleeping gas in the room.

Great, I thought they were being annoying, and now they're asleep and Erica and I have gas masssskkkkkksssssspppppptttthhh

My last thought was the realization that I didn't have a gas mask.

And then everything went black.