Morning Scare- Adam
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS?!" I bellowed, no caring if the neighbors heard me or not. Their "noise level" complaints be damned.
"Morning to you to" came the tired replay, a small cheeky grin emerging on the face of the accused.
It took every ounce of will power, in my body not to run over and punch that smile off that assholes face.
Clenching my fist as tight as I could, I closed my eyes, and took a couple steady, deep breaths. Each exhale I let the tension flow out of me, or attempted let it anyways.
"Don't. Even. Start." I retorted evenly after a few seconds, putting particular emphasis on each word, hoping that Alex got the message. Right at this moment, I was not in the mood for his games.
Taking the hint, Alex sighed and leaned back into his chair once more. "Alright, alright I'll stop", he replayed continuing to smile, if only to himself.
Shaking my head clear of the anger I had felt, I nodded a thank you in his direction, before continuing on with my morning.
Yawning I walked over to the shared fridge, the contents of which I noted with a "sigh", to be very minimal. With a little reluctance, I pulled out the last jug of milk and went about pouring myself a large bowl of cereal, before sitting across the table from Alex.
"By the way, we need to get some more supplies today" he stated, motioning towards the fridge.
My mouth currently full of cereal, I could only grunt and nod in acknowledgment, before returning my attention to my breakfast.
Silence ensued, only broken up by the sounds of me munching away on my cereal.
After a few minutes, Alex stifled a small yawn, before leaning forward in his chair again, "so what was this about the time?" he asked curiously.
I froze mid bite, the spoon in my hands half way to my open mouth. My eyes widening, as I remembered my earlier reason for being angry.
"ohh shit" I whispered.
Dread filling me as I slowly turned to look at the stove clock.
9:17 flashed in green.
Ice cold panic run through my veins, and I felt the color drain from my face.
Alex seemed to notice the change and followed my gaze to the clock. Upon seeing it, his eyes began to widen as understanding swept through him.
"ohhhhhhhhhhhhh FUCK" he whispered in response. My head only nodding in agreement.
"PLEEEEASE tell me that clock is wrong" he stated, as calmly as he could.
The shaking of my head, confirming his fears.
"So then…Class?" he quietly stuttered.
"Yup" I replayed, taking a deep breath. "We have 13 minute's"
The spoon I held in my hand slipped from my shocked grasp, landing on the table with a resounding CLANG.
Though to both of us it sounded more like a starter's gun. All but signaling the start of this mad morning's race.