THE CRYSTAL HOUSE

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Femi couldn't believe his luck. Barely a week ago, he was at school being bullied and pushed around by the lecturers and now, he was in charge of his housemates and giving orders. It almost felt like the classic grass to grace tale except his might be short-lived, since his reign would end that evening. Except he won the next game with enough points to move him from fourth place to first, bypassing both Eryk and Ace.

Last night's sudden win confirmed to Femi that his stay in the house had somehow made him less ordinary, so this morning he decided to test it out and he wasn't disappointed. Everyone did as he said, no matter how strenous the task and even Mr. Han wasn't spared. Just like last night, the housemates were ready and eager to please, already nodding their heads before he assigned them jobs. It truly felt nice, being respected and Femi could still feel the thrill at being the one in charge of humans his own age.

Femi looked towards the garden, where a few of the housemates had gone to cool off and rest, including Priya. He frowned at her, she was the only person who found the sudden house chores odd.

"But why should we clean this morning?" Priya asked him. "The house still looks perfectly fine, asides the kitchen." She bent down and swiped a finger across the glass table, before raising a still clean finger up to Femi's face.

"It... it needs to be neater before the second game, besides the soot from the kitchen might have touched other places." Femi faltered. This was the second time he had given Priya this reason, and judging from her looks she still wasn't buying it. He and Priya stared at each other, after a few minutes she relented.

"Okay I will clean, but I choose to work. You won't allocate a place to me like you did with the others." She frowned and walked away, picking up a nearby mop as she moved downstairs.

Now, as she whispered something to Florian and they laughed, Femi tried to figure her out. The Indian didn't seem to have any problem saying how she felt, and this felt wrong to him. More so, the switching personalities she possessed; trying hard to cover herself on the first day but now, wearing shorts which were just as long as her hair and barely reached her thighs along with a tight fitting top which showed off plenty skin whenever she bent over, which was frequently. She was the only one immune to his abilities, and right now the most important thing was finding out why.

Priya

"So what did you do before you came here?"

"Why do you want to know that?"

"I'm just trying to make polite conversation."

"Hmm."

Priya inwardly groaned, but she refused to be discouraged. She stared at Eryk's forehead and thought of another question she could ask which wouldn't earn her a 'Hmm'. In the past ten minutes, she had gotten one answer and three varying shades of silence and disapproval and if the fifth question went unanswered, she would give up. Five was her lucky number, so she would try again.

"So, what do you like to do?" She asked tentatively. "Besides leading, of course."

Her question actually earned her a smile, which meant she guessed right. He seemed to like being in charge, which was evident in the way he carried himself.

"Hmm. I also enjoy cycling, and reading, also cooking." Priya looked at his eyes which had a slight crinkle and she was relieved, he had made a space for conversation even though it started with his favourite word.

"Cooking? I've never seen you in the kitchen."

Eryk shrugged. "I enjoy cooking when I'm hungry, and I don't seem to feel that way a lot here."

"Me too. That's only because we have two resident chefs." Since the morning of the first game, Chiara and Florian were in charge of the kitchen constantly rotating who could cook for the house. All the other housemates had to do was clean their plates and cutleries and sit at the table awaiting their meals, and Priya was especially happy to eat food she didn't have to cook. She got to eat American meals, without undergoing the hassle of getting ingredients and a cookbook or YouTube. It was a win-win situation for her, and Eryk seemed to think the same as he nodded his head.

"Yeah, it's nice having them around. I won't deny the fact that it's relaxing not having to enter the kitchen, yet still being fed." Eryk explained, busying his hands with flipping the pages of a book which sat on the bed beside him.

"Unlike when you have to work for money and still feed your body, right?" Priya probed further, feeling bolder.

"Exactly. I had to learn how to cook meals, including warming up milk when Grace was born and it wasn't..." He immediately clammed up, and resumed his stoic expression. Priya welcomed the silence. She had no words to express how she felt, it seemed like the guy had a daughter. Having a child meant there was a woman in the picture; a girlfriend, wife or, Priya dared to hope, a baby mama. For god's sake, she was attracted to a man who had a child, and possibly a family.

She kept quiet, and stared at the rug beneath her feet not daring to ask. Instead, she focused on the events of that morning. Femi thought his order made all of them to work hard, but Priya knew better. If not for the way Eryk had urged them to continue till everywhere was sparkling clean, most of them would have given up including herself and Lola. Ever since Priya entered the house, she felt inexplicably drawn to the guy who sat opposite her, a book open on his laps and whatever caused that attraction, she knew it wasn't healthy. As the days went by, it was becoming more difficult to stay away from him.

Suddenly, Eryk moved forward nearly bumping her head with his. Priya quickly moved away, a bit overcome by the invasion of space.

"Now, let me ask you a question. What's India like?"

Priya laughed, this was going to be quite a long discussion.

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*I'M AN AFRICAN, SO I'M NOT TRYING TO BE RACIST OR JUDGEMENTAL IN ANY WAY. IT JUST CONTRIBUTES TO THE STORY.