"Your answer was ' 1. because we've researched all of the possible people, and out of all of them, you seemed like the best choice'," I read aloud to him.
"Next one. '2. Are you guys in a gang?'," he laughs slightly at this one for some reason, but quickly catches himself and stops.
"You put 'Yeah, I guess we are.'," I scoff when reading this.
Eventually, we actually finish going through all of the questions. It's sort of interesting hearing the answers I need. Some of the answers are pretty vague, and this frustrates me a little bit, but for the most part, they are genuine answers. One thing that I really like is that he didn't seem like he wanted to intimidate me as much. He actually seemed like he was enjoying our conversation. Or, at least until the final question. I noticed it was blank. I decided to say something about it.
" I hope you don't mind, but I did have a few more questions," I say.
"What do you mean you have more questions?" he asked.
I don't see one reason for him to be disturbed in the slightest by this question. Does he think I'm a spy or something? Maybe I'm "gaining information for the enemy" in his eyes. He seems to not trust me. Heck, we don't trust each other. We have to trust each other, or we'll never be able to get anywhere with these circumstances.
"I just had a few more. If you don't want to answer them, that's okay," I say carefully.
"You know what?" He asks me.
"Hm?"
"Let's make a deal."
"What kind of deal?"
"One that will benefit us both. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised that I actually tried to think about your feelings when creating this deal."
"Well then, let's hear it."
"Alright. Here it is. You get to ask me one question a day if you tell me one thing about Hunter every day. Like an information exchange. I get what I want. You get what you want. It's a win-win situation if you think about it."
"Knowing you, you'll probably try to find some way to bend this arrangement to your advantage, but I'm willing to give it a try. Let's do this. Shall we shake on it?"
"That sounds stupid, but sure, I guess."
"Tanner says nothing is stupid," I say as I reach across the end table to shake his hand.
"Well, he's wrong," Caleb retorts as we shake hands over our deal. We nod our heads, then pull our hands away from each other.
I shake my head and laugh slightly at his remark. "I guess you're right. In a way," I say.
"Of course I am," he responds.
"Yeah, right. You're always right and probably are the most knowledgable person here," I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes in the process.
"You know what? Just for that, you don't get to ask me your question for the day," he said.
"As if I care," I scoff.
"Oh come on Roselle, you know you love getting information. Besides, you can 'smell knowledge'. Remember?" he says with a smirk.
"You were here the whole time Listening to Tanner and I's conversation?" I ask, my eyes slightly widening in fear. What if he was lurking by the kitchen too? He wouldn't. He can't. He can't know that I have a weakness. If he finds out or already knows, I'm doomed.
"Well, how did you think I was able to find you?" he asks, his smirk growing larger with every word.
"Oh my gosh," I say slowly.
"Well, what did you expect?"
"You said I could trust you."
"Don't put words in my mouth. I never said that. I said you can trust me if you want to, but never trust a stranger. Everyone knows that," he says.
My eyes widen in fear. He had me there. At this point in time, I didn't know what I supposed to feel. Should I be angry? Happy? Mad? Disappointed? Should I forgive him? Ugh. I hate being here. Everything is so much more difficult when you constantly have to think about what kind of impact your actions and words could have on people. I'm usually a very straightforward person. I always say what's on my mind, but around these people, it's like I don't want to for some reason. It's almost like I can't.
"I-i," I stutter nervously, not knowing what to say.
"You what?" he asks me slowly leaning closer towards me.
I stop breathing for a second, unsure of why I'm acting this way. Calm down, calm down. Everything will be fine.
"I nothing," I answer, saying the first thing that comes to mind.
" Nothing?" he questions. "what a pathetic answer. I honestly thought you were better than this, Roselle."
He keeps leaning in closer and closer to me. He begins to close his eyes. He brushes his thumb against my lip.
"Well, I guess you aren't better than that. Then again, neither am I," he mutters.
Just as he's about to kiss me, I close my eyes. And then..........
A/N: Hello everyone!! Tysm for over 100 reads!! It means so much to me <3. Sorry for leaving you on a cliffhanger, but you'll see why I did in the next chapter! Love you guys <3
x Chrissy
~Chapter 4~
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