"You did not need to pretend that your question was one on the sheet." He mentioned.

"It really was on the sheet though." I argued honestly.

He read aloud what was on his sheet of questions "Do you find yourself attracted to tattoos?"

I grabbed the paper out of his hand to see for myself the list of questions he had. My jaw dropped at the typed-up sheet. My eyes scanned the oddly specific inquiries.

Are you attracted to tall height? Do you like names that are related to rocks? Would you consider your dream relationship including bickering and hate flirting? Do you believe in love at first sight? Do you have a date for the Fall Ball?

There was no way that I was answering those because it was supposed to be an essay and not a round of speed dating.

In the seat in front, Lana swivelled around in her chair and mouthed help me while pointing to her partner who was sitting there doing nothing.

Wondering if she had tailored questions as well, I replied "What questions did you get on your sheet?"

She looked back down to her desk and then answered "Just trivial stuff. Biggest fear, favourite movies and other stuff like that. Why?"

"No reason." I nonchalantly responded while zoning on past her to Mr Dankworth who was sitting happily looking at the computer.

Mr Dankworth took his job extremely seriously. He had gone to extreme lengths by making put those questions.

I focused back to Stone who was already watching me with a glint of amusement in his obsidian irises.

He met my gaze and pointed out "You never answered the question."

"What?"

"Are you attracted to tattoos?" He asked as his own tattoos came into view as he ran a hand through his hair.

Reading between the lines, I knew what he was really asking so I answered, "You already know the answer to that."

"Yeah. I do." He agreed smugly "I just wanted to see you squirm as you tried to deny it."

Rolling my eyes at his cockiness, I countered back with "I have never said I was not attracted to you. You are ridiculously good looking. I have never argued against that."

He raised an eyebrow and disbelief was written all over the small action.

"Okay. Maybe I did deny it." I admitted in the form of a mumble "I just did not want you to know that I found you attractive."

"I knew, Medusa."

Crossing my arms, I commented "It is a real shame that you have a shitty personality, or you would have been the perfect guy."

He raised an eyebrow again. Even without a word from him, I knew he knew I was lying.

The lie was bitter on my tongue. I could only hold in the inevitable for so long.

I wish there was a stronger word than like or attraction because that is what I felt.