Diana's P. O. V
"Looks like the scores are out. Trisha care to show us?." Makela announced, gaining all of our attention.
"O..okay." Stuttered Trisha, as she turned the white board around, giving us a full view of the scoreboard.
I saw the first initial of my name and attached to it was the score seventeen. And of course, I didn't even need to look at what West got for me to know the winner.
"We all know the winner of this game girls!." Makela cried out, the rest of the girls in that split second hovered around me, squealing and screaming.
"Diana!." They squealed, forming a huge group hug. I killed West by a landslide, the scores were seventeen to three. After the first three questions, West started flopping all the others, and miraculously, I answered every other question correctly.
"Seems like boys really are clueless about relationships, West managed to flop the questions all in a row." Ella observed.
