Sloppy Seconds Novels & Stories

"Are we leaving now? Can we leave now? How long until we leave? Is it time? Is it almost time?" I check my phone. "Twenty-eight minutes." "That's SO LONG. That's like forever. That's like a hundred years. That's—" "It's twenty-eight minutes," Ethan says from the table, not looking up from his waffles. "That's exactly 1,680 seconds. Which is a long time in seconds but not a long time in minutes. It depends on how you measure it." "Well, it FEELS like forever," Alexander insists. "Feelings aren't the same as facts."

If I were the one who abandoned a schedule just to be delayed for no reason, I would be more than agitated. “This is the reason I stayed too long outside,” I pointed at Sean to justify my delay. In the process of trying to defend myself and satisfy Marcus's curiosity, I end up complicating things. “I don't understand. What has he got to do with your lateness?” Marcus asked with a hint of confusion. “He's a secret spy sent by someone. Probably my rival CEOs,” I revealed to Marcus despite the absence of valid proof. I would have loved to say I was wrong, but the expression on Sean's face sparked numerous controversies.

�𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 30 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑂ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓. . People started to laugh and I didn't have the time to react from Carvie's sudden punch,with his continues punch

They’ll be on this place like ants on a hill soon. Andrew held up one of the needles he’d been preparing. He’d only had time to work up a few of these, and it still needed testing. Might only work for a short period, might not work at all. Well, no time like the present, he said to himself, sticking it in his arm and depressing the end. He shook his head, feeling a little strange, but before he could do anything else he saw Suzanne in the room again; she looked distraught. ‘What?’ he asked, and all she said was ‘Bridget.’

Before I could signal a warning to her about trying anything funny, she looked at me with the same malicious look in her eye, and the next thing I knew, she threw the phone across the room with a crazed laugh. “No!” We all jerked at the same time, but there was nothing to be done. The phone got shattered on impact. I glanced at the timer again, choosing to allow the hope that blossomed in my heart to fester….”No….. twenty-eight seconds.” I whispered in defeat….just two more seconds and Sloane would have been safer…..Now, I might never get a chance to save her.

“See you at practice?” Sloane blinked. “Yeah. Sure.” He gave a small, easy smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes this time, and then he was gone. She stared after him, her pulse still annoyingly fast. By the time afternoon practice rolled around, Sloane had officially gone insane. Six hours. Six hours of replaying that stupid conversation in calculus — I get it, his voice echoing in her head like an unfinished sentence. What did that even mean? Did he actually get it?

I call back sweetly. “Lex, how long was that?” “Ninety-seven seconds. I thought it would be faster. Better give us a buffer, just in case” she advises. “Yeah. That’s a good call. Ten seconds?” I nod and pout my lip as I rinse out the shampoo. “I haven’t been out in for a long time. I’m itching to go. Ten seconds is way more than enough. We just have to shift quickly.” “Okay. You’re not exaggerating, right? If you tell me ten seconds, I’m giving you ten seconds.”

"Evie's had too much to drink, and she wants you to come fetch her." When I heard those words, I couldn't help but sigh. I didn't really want to go, but I was nothing if not a professional. Might as well see things through. I followed the address that her friend sent me, and I found the private room. The moment I pushed open the door, I heard people inside egging someone on. "Man, kiss already!" "Stewart, did you forget all our rules after not joining us for so long?" "Yeah! You left without saying a word, too! What, were you too good for us?"