The whole week, we’ve been watching out for Hugh and any possible pranks Sky could’ve pulled but so far there were none.
Currently, I was sitting on the sofa, reading Hamlet for the millionth time and opposite to me was Sky, reading Pride and Prejudice and this is like the hundredth time I’ve seen her read it.
“Will you ever finish reading that?” I raised a brow.
“I have. For about 12 times now,” she replied, not even looking up from the book.
“Hmm...” I replied because I really didn’t want her to know that I was interested or whatever.
“What does ‘Hmm...’ mean?” she raised a brow and put the book down.
“Nothing,” I muttered.
“Whatever you say,” she sang before going back to reading.
OK then. Let’s play a game.
"‘I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading’,” I quoted.
"‘How much sooner one tires of anything than a book’,” she replied with a huff. That was an easy one.
"‘She is tolerable but not handsome enough to tempt me and I am in no humour at’...” I left out the last bit for her to fill in.
“...‘present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men’,” Sky rolled her eyes like it was nothing because it probably wasn’t.
"‘My beauty you had early withstood, and as for my manners—my behaviour to you was at least always bordering on the uncivil, and I never spoke to you without rather wishing to give you pain than not. Now be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?’" I smirked because her answer is going to be pretty funny.
"‘For the liveliness of your mind, I did’,” she sighed and just like that, I won. ”‘Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move’...”
Oh, here we go. ”‘Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love’,” I rolled my eyes. Too easy.
"‘There is nothing either good or bad,’" she looked directly at me.
“...‘but thinking makes it so’" I grunted.
"’To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer’...” she trailed off, her eyes boring into mine. Finally, something good.
"′The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and, by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub’" I said.
"’For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,′" she continued.
"’Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,′" I added.
"’When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn’" she smiled slightly.
"’No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all’" I said as I felt my lips lift a little but immediately turned them to a straight line when I saw her look.
"’And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry’" she smiled even wider.
"'And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d!'" I smirked.
“And exactly how many times did you read Hamlet?” she raised a brow.
“Too many to count,” I huffed.
“Exactly. So don’t you dare ‘Hmmm...’ me,” she rolled her eyes and went back to reading, leaving me with my jaw meeting the floor. That was until she grumbled, “Nice job, by the way.”
I composed myself and replied with, “Whatever.”
“You really can’t have a civil conversation, can you?” she scoffed.
"‘There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy’,” I replied, quoting her from the day our Prank War started. Her lips lifted to form a beautiful smile. She looked so... ecstatic. I doubt I did much to cause this but I might as well enjoy the sight before it disappears.
Hudson is so... complicated but straight-forward at the same time. I don’t know why but I feel like I understand him very clearly now. Like I can just see his thoughts. I understand why he does most of the things the way he does it.
He has so much knowledge but doesn’t bother to show off, well, except to me for some reason. But if I was him, I’d be going around showing off how clever I am. Wait, that last sentence makes me feel like I just called myself stupid but I’m not. I can quote most Shakespeare books and well most classic books. They’re fun to read.
I know, I must sound like a BORING person right now.
“I know that I’m gorgeous but you don't have to keep on staring," Hudson smirked. Apparently, I was so deep in thought, that I didn't even realise that I was staring.
"You wish," I snorted.
"Well then, I guess my wish came true already," he rolled his eyes.
"You really can't give me peace for at least 10 seconds, can you?" I sighed.
"I think you got like 5 minutes of that by staring at me," he smirked.
"I wasn't staring. I was thinking," I replied.
"Right. About what? Me being the smartest and hottest human being ever on planet Earth?"
"More like how I could climb up your ego and jump to your IQ to kill myself," I muttered.
"What was that?" he mocked.
"NOTHING. Just talking about how much of a nerd you are," I replied swiftly and got up to leave before it clicked in his brain.
"I'm not a nerd. I'm just smarter than you." The fact that I could just practically see his stupid smirk even though I'm not facing him is just too frustrating.
"You wish," I said before walking out of the living room...