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I say. The girls look at me again. “You can’t attack someone directly anymore,” I continue. “People love defending the underdog. What you do instead is ask questions.” “What kind of questions?” Amber asks. I slide my phone across the table so they can see the screen. A poll page is open. Is Hazel using Jaxon? “People answer questions without thinking,” I say. “Especially when the questions sound reasonable.” The girls exchange glances. “So we post things like that?” Chloe asks slowly.

Jane- Screw you. Hunter- Lol… let’s play a game. Hunter- Twenty questions. You in? Jane-Why do I hate this game already? Hunter- You’re hilarious. Hunter- I’ll start… Where’s the craziest place a guy has ever kissed you? Jane- Wow. It’s that kind of game we’re playing? Hunter- What kind of questions did you think I was going to ask you? Your favourite food? Or perhaps your favourite colour? Jane- I do not appreciate your sarcasm.

“Like where I—” I stopped short. I wouldn’t have answers to any questions regarding my origin and shit like that. “Like what my favorite color is. People try to get to know each other by asking questions on a date.” “Blue,” he said. “Your favorite color is blue.” “Uh, that sounds right,” I said. “But I might change my mind on my favorite color. If you don’t have any more questions, it’s my turn to ask you some. If you lie, I’ll know.”

I continued trying to anticipate his question . “What do you like to do in your spare time?” Alex asked me after a while, he chose to ask a easy question like I did. “Well I love to travel… and to read..” I told him excited. My outburst made him smile. “What about you, what do you like to do” I quizzed him. He started laughing and I give him a question look before I figure out the answer on my own. I pouted my mouth disappointed and that made him laugh loudly.

“What’s your favorite movie?” The question came out of nowhere, but I was still able to give the confused, breathless answer, “The Princess Bride. Why?” With a grin, he shook his head and murmured, “No reason. Favorite color?” “Blue. Light blue.” Was he going to play twenty questions or get back to kissing me? As if reading my mind, he grinned and pecked the tip of my nose with his lips. “What’d you want to be when you were little?”

“Okay but what if am not ready to answer a question” “Just say so and we will skip that question” I said and she nods. “Okay, first off, favorite color?” She asks. “Blue or probably black. Favorite movie?” I said. “Hawkeye. Favorite song?” “Believer by Imagine Dragons. Meat or Vegetable?” “Meat. Favorite food?” “Spaghetti. Genre of music?” “Pop. Books or movies?” “Movies. Hobby?” “Writing. How about you tell me more about you?” She asks.

He took this opportunity to talk to her while she was trying on different sunglasses. “You haven’t answered my previous question.” He reminded her. “What question?” She asked back. “Who were you before you came to me? What do you like? What do you dislike? Now, I know that you like cooking and reading. You hate being locked up which is normal, but what else?” He repeated the question.

“What do you like about me?” He tilted his head to the side, waiting patiently for her to answer his question. "What do I like about you, huh?" She asked and pretended to think. "Well, more or less everything. I am not too fond of your grumpy and arrogant self, but other than that, I am pretty much in love with everything else about you." She answered in a teasing tone. He glared at her playfully. "What do you like about me?" She asked with interest.

If I decided to ask those questions. Probably not.