~* I'm American so I don't use the term Summer Holiday, but it was one of my challenges so I tried. Does it mean a vacation in summer? If it doesn't I'm sorry. Also I needed to include the phrase 'bees love you for that reason' and the movie 'Save The Last Dance' again.*~

Taz's POV

We've been stuck in here for an hour and a half and you know what? I'm actually having a good fun. Fun with Lester Averman, those are words I never thought I would utter. Seriously, most people think I could have fun in a Turkish Prison and I guess that's true, but yesterday I would've rather spent the day in the prison then with him. Right now I'm having a really good time.

We're not playing the 'getting to know you' game anymore, it's been switched, now we're playing the 'would you rather' game. Guess who came up with that idea. Nope, not me, Averman did. I could hardly believe it when he suggested it. This one is more fun. We keep coming up with totally weird questions like 'Would you rather eat one live spider or two dead beetles?' strange things like that.

"Would you rather spend a Summer Holiday in Hades, or skinny dip in an electric eel tank?" I ask

Averman makes a face like he's thinking very hard, then declares.

"Hades."

I smile and stretch.

"Me too."

"All right, would you rather make out with dean Buckley in front of the whole school or be forced to watch 'Save The Last Dance' twenty-four hours straight for a week?"

"Eww, that's so wrong. Can you imagine anyone making out with the dean? No, I'll take the movie any day."

We continue the game for a while, giggling and getting on like friends. Then Les puts his foot in his mouth, or at least he must want me to put my foot in his mouth. He looks up, coughs and queries

"What color is your hair really?"

My eyes narrow and I bluntly tell him to kiss my tookus. That of course earns me death glares from the all knowing Sister Mary Martha. Though she hasn't spoken in like forty-five minutes. Who invited her into our elevator anyway?

I was having a good time a few minutes ago. But I won't tell anyone what color my hair is naturally, Charlie doesn't even know. There was no reason for that toad of boy to ask that, ugh. He was trying to lure me into a false sense of security by being nice and friendly. You know there's a bet at school, the first person to find out my real hair color gets $100, bastard is trying to trick me.

I cross my arms and sit here with a half pout half snarl on my face. Then I dump the rest of my pop rocks in my mouth, leaving my lips parted so I can hear the satisfying crackle of the candy bouncing off my teeth. I'm not speaking to that redheaded booger now, nope it's not going to happen.

"Could you close your mouth Taz, that's really loud and annoying." Averman request. I in turn lean over so my mouth is directly above his ear.

"That's so mature," He snorts rolling his eyes. "act your age, not you height."

Short cracks, that would almost be funny if I hadn't heard them all a zillion times before.

"That was original."

"Has anyone told you, you're such a sweet girl?" He inquires sarcastically.

"Yeah, sweet as honey." I retort

"Bees love you for that reason."

"Averman, shut up."

To think, just when I was starting to like the guy. They better get me out of here soon.