Accidentally on Purpose

Chapter Twenty-Six

Jonah and I were having a stare down at the diner.

We'd just found out on Wednesday during Mr. Herberg's class that he actually had given another assignment last Friday. He basically gave each one of us two pages of lists of questions we had to ask each other. This was apparently what he had meant last week by the honeymoon phase being a phase to get to know each other.

Some questions were normal, some others were pretty meh, some others were just plain what the hell?—I seriously suspected that Mr. Herberg was just bored when he typed down all these questions, but since he was the teacher and we were his students, I guess we were stuck to do this.

I finally sighed, my eyes falling to the first question on the paper.

"Alright, first question," I started, snickering to myself. "Are you more of a social butterfly or a lone ranger?"

He snorted. "What do you think?"

I shrugged at him. "I don't know. You seem pretty gregarious to me."

He glared at me, although there was a flicker of light in his eyes, as if he was amused. "I'm sunshine and rainbows, alright. And what about you?"

"Eh. A mix between the two," I answered. "I'd like to think I'm approachable. I do have my don't-talk-to-me moments though."

"Right." We both wrote down each other's answers before moving onto the next question. He asked, "What is your dream job?"

"Not working here, no offense," I said, and he shrugged. "An actress. Don't laugh, it really is my dream job. You?"

"Well, not an actor, definitely," he muttered. "I don't know. I've never really thought about it."

I bit my lip before giving him a small encouraging smile. "You ever played pretend as kids? When I was like, five years old, I really wanted to be a vet. My mom had a real hard time keeping me away from scissors so that I wouldn't be able to perform open heart surgeries on my animal plushies. That was until I grew older and realized I don't do well around blood."

He hummed. So low, I almost couldn't hear it. "I like cooking. Don't know if I want to do that for a living, though."

"Hmm. Michelin star chef Jonah Gibbs." Sounds kinda hot, I added in my head. He rolled his eyes at me before I asked the next question, "Are you a cat or a dog person? I'm a cat person, obviously."

He frowned. "Dog, maybe? I don't mind cats either, though. Uh, hidden talents? You know mine."

I smirked at him. "Well, what's a hidden talent if people know?" He glowered at me, so I rolled my eyes and said, "I used to take ballet class, so I guess it's my hidden talent. I never dance anymore. What is the thing you miss about being a kid?"

"Peeing in my bed and getting away with it."

"Ew! Gross!"

"Yeah, whatever. You?"

"Um... probably believing that Santa was real. Yeah, I miss those moments in my life."

"Weird habit?"

"Alright, mine is probably bumping my fist onto my forehead several times when I'm really really really upset. Everyone always tell me that I do that. I never realize whenever I'm doing it, not until I start getting headaches couple minutes after a meltdown. You?"

His face was somewhat sheepish, his face red in embarrassment. "Singing myself to sleep every night?" he admitted in a quiet, hesitant voice, before glowering at himself. "No. Don't write that down. Just say I chew on my nails or something."