Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical or any of its characters. I only borrowed them for this random piece of drabble.
A minute is a long time. I mean, really, if you sit there and watch the second hand make its rotation on the face of a clock, it takes forever.
One, two, three, four, five…
His eyes catch mine as he throws a seemingly casual glance over his shoulder. His quick smile makes me melt.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten…
I quietly groan aloud. If only I could speed up time.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen…
Knowing his lips will be on my skin in less than a minute is driving me insane.
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…
I glare at the clock. I swear, the damn thing is out to torture me!
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen…
Forty more seconds! Are you kidding me?! Can't Darbus, just once, let us out a few seconds early?
Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six…
No such luck. She continues to babble on nonsensically about the evils of cell phones. You know, I bet she has one of her own, the filthy hypocrite.
Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine…
Thirty seconds! Thirty seconds until I will once again be with the sweetest, hottest guy I've ever met. Oh the agony...he's so close, yet so unreachable…
Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four…
CAN THIS MINUTE DRAG OUT ANY LONGER!! HAVE MERCY!!
Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven…
Troy turned slightly in his seat, meeting my gaze once again. Darbus was oblivious to this, luckily.
Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty…
"Rooftop?" he mouthed silently.
Forty-one…
I grin and nod quickly, flirtatiously winking at him.
Forty-two, forty-three…
He flashes me a brief, but winning, smile before turning back around, where he pretended to listen to Ms. Darbus.
Forty-four, forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven…
The anticipation is killing me!
Forty-eight…
I can't help but wonder if Troy is in as much agony as I am.
Forty-nine, fifty…
TEN SECONDS! I count down under my breath, "Nine…eight…seven…" my foot jiggles impatiently and I tap my pen restlessly on the desk. "Six…five…four…" I unconsciously lean forward in my excitement "Three…two…ONE!" I finish with a squeal.
Brrrrrrring! Sounds the bell announcing the beginning of mine and Troy's free period.
"Finally!" I exclaim, jumping out of my seat and rushing out the door. I can hear Troy's faint laughter at my blatantly obvious excitement as I rush to my locker. Not that I take it to heart; I know he's just as eager to continue our late night…ahem…conversation for the next forty-five minutes.
Author's Note: I've been out of the fanfiction world for a long time, and the idea for this popped into my head one day when I was DYING to get out of a class. It's really way too short, but, as I said, I'm easing back into the swing of things. I'll be starting on longer one-shots and multi-chapter stories as soon as I can. Until then, constructive criticism is welcome!!