"Life doesn't have to be so planned. Just roll with it and let it happen."
— Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

"Where are we off to now?" I asked Luke when I noticed that we kept walking in circles after telling him that my favorite character from The Ghost Bird Series, Kota Lee, taught me how to punch like that. We actually went in a ridiculous small chat about me having so many favorite characters from different favorite books. When he said it, I laughed so hard, I almost sobbed.

"Division One." He simply said, swinging his arms.

I looked around my surroundings while we were walking, we passed this hallway three times now. "Do you know where it is?"

He stopped walking abruptly and faced me, looking offended. "Of course I do." He said, controlling his voice. He continued to walk to nowhere.

"Well, aren't you a temper." I joked, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Luke, stop." I told him and he stops walking.
I rolled my eyes and a small giggle escaped from me. "Division One is that way." I raised my left arm and I pointed out backwards.

The walk towards Division One was a blur, I babbled for awhile because of the awkward silence but then Luke assured me that the silence wasn't that awkward so we walked together in silence.

"I'm thirsty!" I complained hoarsely.

"I think we passed by a drinking fountain, come on." He told me, turning back.

"If only I'm a daughter of Poseidon.. I can command water to come near me." I muttered to myself. "Or if I'm a daughter of Athena, I could probably think of a way out of here." But I had to be a daughter of Aphrodite which doesn't make any sense. I would've suspected I'm a daughter of Ares or Athena. I snickered bitterly.

"What did you say?" I heard Luke when he was in front of me.

"How many hours has it been?" I asked him, forgetting about my thirst of water.

"Ahh.." He thinks and looked at his wrist watch.

"You know, if I'm reading right now and you asked me that question, I would've answered, half a book ago. Get it?" I humored myself.

He faced me and frowned at my knitted his eyebrows. "Almost three hours, Gwen."
He added, "you still thirsty?"

"Wanna know a secret, Luke?" I asked him, lowering my eyebrows, being serious.

"I guess?" He replied, unsure.

I stood closer to him and let my mouth near his ear. "I'm a half-blood, witch, shadowhunter, victor, and a divergent." I whispered to him softly and laughed  out loud when I was far away from his ear.
I continued my nonsense talk, "I'm born candor and transferred to dauntless."

"What is happening to you?" He asked rhetorically, holding my shoulders, making me face his face, his eyes. Oh his eyes. Those violet-grey eyes. They're so charming yet lonely, it's so captivating.
"Gwen!" Luke called out my name, making me snap out of my thoughts.

"Yes?" I asked reflexively, rubbing my forehead. "How many hours did you say have we been stuck here?" I asked him again since I wasn't stable the first time. I shrugged his hands off me and went near the water fountain.

"About three hours." I heard him answer me whilst I'm drinking. When I was done, I wiped my mouth.

"My mom's gonna kill me." I informed him. I felt him frown at me so I explained, "remember I said that I'm here because of this," I walked towards him and gets the envelope from his hand, "stupid envelope?"
He nodded in reply. "And I said that this holds my sister's future? Well it does. It's for her college, and she's going to send this paper tonight."

I gave him back the envelope. I don't like holding stuff so we agreed earlier that he'll hold my stuff. "Scratch Mom'll kill me. My sister will torture me to death first, then she'll make fun of my dead awesome body and lastly, burn my books." I told him in horror.
I continued with a dramatic voice, "the ashes of my beloved books would be the soil for my lifeless body."

Luke raised an eyebrow and slapped my arm yet softly and playfully. "Stop being so melodramatic, Gwen." He said.
"Come on." He waved his hand for me to follow but I shook my head and sat down the cold tiled floor.

"I'm tired. I don't wanna walk anymore." I said, well more like whined to him.

"I don't want to just sit around." He told me honestly.

I pouted and brought out my puppy-eyes which always works— I guess I do kind of have a charmspeak myself. Thanks mom! Not my mom-mom, my goddesses-mom.
"Then leave me be."

He sighed. "Fine. You win."
He sat beside me. "What do you want to do, and don't tell me read because I will—"
I interrupted him, "calm your nerves, Mr. Gillepsi."

"Let's play Whoops, Johnny!" I suggested.

"What? How do you play that?"

"It's easy. You need to repeat the motion exactly." I informed him.

I held out my hand, palm facing away from the him. I tapped the tip of each finger moving from the pinky to the thumb, saying "Johnny" as each finger is tapped, and "whoops!" as I slide from the index to the thumb. Then I go back the other way, the same pattern in reverse.

It happens in rapid succession, so it sounds like, "Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, whoops Johnny, whoops Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny." Then I tugged my ear after doing the hand thing, and that's the trick.

"Your turn." I grinned sheepishly.

Luke held out his hand and does my motions with my fingers whilst saying, "Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, whoops Johnny, whoops Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny."
He looked at me for confirmation that he was correct. I shook my head. "You did it wrong!" I pulled out my tongue.

"Wrong? I practically copied you! Do it again." He said and I did do it again. But at the end, instead of tugging my ear, I pushed my eyeglasses up to my nose. He does what I did expect for the eyeglasses part.

"Still wrong." I teased him.

"Again." He demanded.

I did the hand thing again whilst chanting, "Johnny, Johnny, Jo—"

He interrupted me abruptly. "Slower."

I sighed and chuckled softly. I obeyed his request and did it slower that caused him to imitate my voice and rhythm. I giggled with his sudden annoyance when I told him it was still wrong.

He sighed and raised his hands up. "I give up. What's the catch?"

I shook my head as a response. "Not gonna tell you."

I think of another riddle game to lose his mind and I remembered another one. "I got another one. This is called Old Maid Mary, know it?" I asked him and he replied a 'no'.

"Well then, let's begin. Old Maid Mary did she die, did she die? Old Maid Mary did she die?" I asked him, encouraging him to answer.

"Yes?" He guessed.

I made a tsking sound, pointing out his wrong and continued the riddle. "Okay, now listen. Old Maid Mary did she die, did she die? Old Maid Mary did she die?"

"No? Since you said she didn't die?" He puzzled out.

I giggled and shook my head. "Wrong."

"Again. Listen, Old Maid Mary did she die, did she die? Old Maid Mary did she die?"

"Yes." He stated and I nodded softly.

"Old Maid Mary did she die, did she die? Old Maid Mary did she die?" I repeated my question.

"No? Since the first answer was yes?" He explained me with hope.

I chuckled. "Your correct but wrong explanation."

"There's gotta be a pattern here." He convinced himself.

The trick is, every time the teller says "Listen" before the question, she does die, every time the teller doesn't say listen, she lives. Macabre but fun.
I told him the riddle a dozen of times. Sometimes I didn't include 'Listen' in the sentences so both answers could be 'no' or the other way around.

He kept on asking me what's the catch, after a few more attempts of him trying to guess, I finally gave in. I told him the trick in Whoops, Johnny! and in Old Maid Mary.

"That makes total sense! That's why you kept on tugging your ear and I've noticed about the word 'listen' too, you know?" He said in astonishment.

I can't believe he actually enjoyed the riddles I gave him. I never played them since fourth grade with Esme and my sister.

"Okay, so what do want to do now?" He asked when he stopped blabbering.

I was about to tell him that we could go and continue walking towards Division One but then my brain has another one in mind. "I gotta potty." I informed him quickly. Not realizing what I've said after he laughs out loud.

"What?" I asked him.

In between his laughter, he says, "I can't believe you used the word potty!"

With his statement, I blushed than I've ever realize I could, covering my face with my hands. Embarrassment took over me.

"I'm sorry, Gwen." He apologized when he realized what my reaction was. He continued, "it's just that, I've never heard the word 'potty' since kindergarten." He explained.

"And how you said it, it was—"

"Hilarious." I interrupted him. "Ha. Ha. Ha." I sarcastically laughed.

He laughed out loud. "I was going to say cute!"

"You're so cute when you blush." He said when saw me blushing after his compliment.

N/A: Hi guys! How was the chapter? Did you enjoy the riddles? This is not edited so please excuse any grammatical error. Don't forget to vote, and comment if you're enjoying this book!