"No," I said, disbelief coloring my voice and attracting Nate from his laptop.
"What's wrong?" he asked, only sparing me a glance from his game of Solitaire.
"Hell no," I gasped, feeling a bit light headed. The curse word seemed to attract Nate's full attention.
"Dude, are you alright?" he asked, concerned now. "You've gone all pale." Wordlessly, I held out my wrist so he could see the 5 minutes left on my timer.His eyes widened.
"Dude, do you think she's hot?" he asked, raising an eyebrow with a sneaky grin. That earned him a punch on the shoulder, to which he responded with a cheeky grin. "You better go meet her."
"Yeah, don't want you around when I find her," I muttered, glancing at my wrist. 4 minutes. Taking a deep breath, I stand and pull my jacket tighter around my thin frame, trying to keep out the biting cold. I stepped into the horde of people walking, and I make my way around the corner. There I stand, awkwardly scanning the crowds without trying to look like a pervert. Another peek gave me 2 minutes. I sucked in breath after breath, trying to calm myself, but miserably failing to do so. 1:30 minutes. 1:15. It hit one, and I couldn't take it anymore. Panic took in, and I ran for my hiding spot. The basement of an abandoned house, where friends and I liked to hang out. I slipped through the window, and huddled there, panting, and trying to catch my breath. I thought I was alone in the dusty, dark room, but was wrong.
"Are you okay?" came a timid voice from behind me. I spun to see blond curls framing green eyes. Trisha looked at me with concern, her paintbrush held loosely in her hand.
"Tris!" I exclaimed. "I didn't know you'd be here!" I looked at the canvas behind her, which captured the image of the basement we sat in.
"I can leave...." Tris said, stepping back. I stood up quickly to stop her.
"No, just," I trailed off too, checking my wrist. It was at 0. "Can I see your wrist?" She held it out, and I pushed up her paint splattered hoodie sleeve. Beneath was her timer, which read 0. I wordlessly held out her wrist and mine, and she went silent.
"Oh," she finally said. I released her wrist, and we stood awkwardly for a moment. Finally, I spoke up.
"Do you.... Do you want to go get coffee?" I asked. She smiled.
"Sure," she agreed, and I took her hand in mine.