258 Game

I was...rather nervous once the lively music started playing as the segment seemingly naturally transitioned into the game portion. As I stood there behind the table, facing the red button on the surface of the table before me as well as the white board and marker, my palms became wet with set. My heart palpitated in my chest, and looking to my right, I saw Henvle standing there with a confident smile on his face. He is a professional after all, so he must not be feeling many changes in mentality right now. But for me, it was a different situation.

"Alright," the host began after taking a quick glance at the tablet in his hands. "So the staff brainstormed up some questions, so...let us begin with something easy. What is Irina's favorite nighttime snack?"

Nighttime snack?

I hesitated as my hand hovered over the button. I have absolutely no idea as to what it could be. I've never been around her at night, so how the hell would I know what her favorite nighttime snack is?

Just as I was still struggling to come up with a reasonable guess, Henvle pressed the button before him and the LED lights around his table flashed.

"Alright," the host looked over at the young man. "You're up."

"I'm going to say...cream puffs." On Henvle's face, there was a look that lacked confidence.

"Irina?" the host looked over at Irina, who nodded in response. "Cream puffs are the right answer. One point for Henvle."

From the audience, there were sounds of cheering from Henvle's female fans, and aside from them, there were also sounds of clapping.

"Now," the host continued. "I suppose that question isn't so fair for Alevian here, because Henvle and Irina have worked together on many films and shows. So, it's only reasonable for Henvle to have seen Irina having a nighttime snack. Alevian, step it up. Here's the next question. When is Irina's birthday?"

Birthday?

I froze as my brain went blank. I...I've never asked her, and she's never told me...

Next to me, Henvle pressed the button. This time, on his face was a look of great confidence.

"February fourteenth, Valentines Day."

"That is correct," the host nodded. "Come on, Alevian," the host said as he made an encouraging gesture. "These are easy questions."

February fourteenth...it's passed already. I...I didn't even celebrate it for her. I didn't even get her anything, even though she got me something for my birthday...

A bitter expression appeared on my face as I looked over at Irina. She appeared to be concealing a concerned frown as she looked at me with her soft and gentle gaze, but out of guilt, I quickly looked away. Next to her, Muria had her arms crossed, and there was a look of slight disappointment on her face. However, judging off of the fact that she was sitting closer to the edge of her seat while leaning forward, I could tell that she must be also...quite nervous for me.

"Don't be so distraught, Alevian," the host continued with a smile. "Next question, when did Irina first started acting?"

Once again, it was a question that I do not know the answer to. Out of defeat, I shook my head and lowered it. I set the microphone on the tabletop and away from me as I let out a sigh while leaning on the table and supporting myself up with my hands.

The sound of a button being pressed was nonexistent, and when I glanced over to my right, I saw Henvle simply standing in place with the proper posture while looking in my direction. It appears that he was going to let me answer a question and did not press the despite the fact that he knows the answer. I respect him for his consideration, but I am also offended by it.

I met his eye, and then simply shook my head. This then prompted him to take a deep breath and press the button.

"Alright, Henvle." The host also seemed to sense that something was up as his otherwise charismatic voice betrayed a hint of concern and hesitation.

"About four years ago," Henvle responded, intentionally giving a rather vague answer. However, it was still counted.

"Alevian here isn't doing so well," the host said in the microphone as he tried to cover up for my embarrassment. "He must be a bit nervous. Alevian, you got anything to say?"

I looked at the host, and took in that pleading look in his eyes that's as if begging me to comply. Then, I glanced over at the judges, taking in the looks of concern on the three girls. Then, I glanced to my left and at the audience who stared at me. Slowly, I reached for the microphone on the table before me and picked it up.

"I..." I spoke into it. My voice didn't tremble, but I could hear the lack of vigor in it. "I don't know Irina as much as I would've thought myself..."

Upon finishing, I heard murmurs from the crowd as they conversed. What they talked about, I do not know. However, all I know is that the situation was rather awkward, with the host panicking somewhat as he paused momentarily in order to come up with a solution to mitigate the awkwardness and the statement that I had made that implied my acceptance of defeat in this game and giving up.

"I don't like these questions," Irina suddenly spoke up, breaking the awkward spell.

The entire audience quieted down as everyone looked over at the girl sitting properly on the most extravagant of the three judge seats. On her face was a determined look that held little resemblance to the frail and almost teary girl that I had first perceived her as. For the first time, I truly realized the extent of her growth in the time that I've known her. She has been changing herself gradually and where I could not see. She's no longer the same person as when I had first met her. Her progress has been so drastic, and yet...I'm still around the same person as I was before. Even after the whole incident with Luna...I haven't changed much at all...

"Irina? You care to elaborate?" the host inquired.

"Alevian," Irina said my name with great confidence. "He knows me on a more personal and spiritual level. These questions...they're mostly factual, and not stuff that he knows."

"Well..." the host stopped for a moment and pondered Irina's statement. "I suppose you are right in that regard." He then scrolled through the different questions on his tablet. "And most of these questions are, in fact, based on factual stuff. These are horrible questions. We have Irina herself as well as two of her very good friends as judges to confirm things, the questions can be more...abstract with the answers. Alright then, next question. Please ignore the button because from here on, the points will be rewarded to the person with the answer that the judges deemed to be the right answer. And judges, please don't be biased. Okay, the next question is—let us get a bit more personal here—which of the two of you is more intimate with Irina?"

"W-what?" Henvle and I were both taken by surprise by the sudden change in question type.

"Intimate," the host explained despite the boos from the male fans in the audience. "Basically what's the most intimate thing that you've done with Irina. The judges will decide who wins by which one is more intimate. We'll start with Henvle."

"We ugh..." Henvle paused as he tried to think of something. "We had some intimate scenes in the shows and movies we've filmed in the past."

"But weren't they mostly holding hands and hugs?" the host had a look of disappointment on his face. "Any kiss scenes?"

"No," Henvle blushed as he shook his head.

"What about you, Alevian?" the host then turned his attention to me. "How intimate have you've been with Irina."

"I..."

I stopped to ponder what I could say as an answer. I don't think I can describe the time when I threatened Irina with releasing her nudes to the internet and licked the tears off the smooth skin of her cheeks. Well...that's the most intimate that we've been. Other than that, I can't really think of much to say...

"I—" I paused and let out a sigh of embarrassment.

"You're struggling to come up with something?" the host smiled in an amused manner. "Make sure to keep it family friendly here."

"Alevian," Irina suggested. "What about that time when I was in alone with you in your room?"

"What?!" Cries of surprise came from the audience, and looks of shock were casted towards me that quickly transitioned to looks of hatred and jealousy.

"Y-you're in a room together?" the host tried to confirm as he slowly recovered from the shock.

"Y-yeah," I nodded, remembering that one time when we were in my room together during the study session.

"In your room?" the host asked once again.

"Yeah," I covered my face with one hand out, both out of embarrassment and out of despair.

"That's...rather juicy stuff right there," the host tried to laugh it off.

"But we didn't do anything," Irina explained.

"All we did was try and study," I added in. "The others were kinda loud in the living room."

"Oh, so it was like a study session," the host said as he tried to direct the fan's anger away.

"Right," Irina said.

"Were other people also there?" the host inquired.

"Yes," Muria nodded. "Alvelyn and I were both present along with a group of other friends."

"Now that just made things way better," the host said, letting out a sigh of relief. "Now, let us continue on then. Next question."

Author's Note:

I'll probably stop writing either June or early September. After I graduate high school, I'm planning to find a part time job during the summer to make some spending money for college, and once September rolls around, I'll be starting college so I won't have time to write.

I hate to say this, but...it's highly likely, about 60% sure that I might not be able to finish Project Socialize in time. But I'll try my best. I'll have to cut plenty of stuff that I've planned, but even then, I still doubt that we'll make it to post high school.

And just a quick FYI for people who are interested in what I had planned for post high school, it'll be strictly 18+ with the content. There will be rape, politics, and criminal activities like human trafficking and such. It'll be way darker than what has been posted. It's not for the squirmy people that'll complain about the lightest bit of mature content. But...sadly, I don't know if I can reach that point. Maybe I can continue during break, but I really don't know.