✓ | ESCAPE ROOM ( WYATT OLEFF )

ii. irritation and satisfaction

CHAPTER TWO.
[ ii. irritation and satisfaction ]
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CARTER GROANED DRAMATICALLY, banging her head against the wall softly. Wyatt stared up at the clock watching the minutes counting down, making him chuckle. The ginger turned around, annoyed and confused about why he would be laughing. "Oh, so you think this is funny?" She asked, turning around and folding her arms.

"What? No," Wyatt instantly cleared up, getting off the bench. "We're just sitting here while the timer is slowly going down, we don't even know each other's names, and you hate me."

"I don't hate you, I barely know you," she muttered, looking away from him and taking her attention to the television screen with the timer plastered on it. Forty-five minutes, she read to herself. "Well shit."

"Well, I'm Wyatt," he smiled, sticking his hand out to shake. Carter hesitantly turned towards him, looking disgustedly at his hand then back up at him. He then knew she wasn't going to shake, so he took his hand and nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Let's just hurry up and try to get out of here," she mumbled, walking around the room trying to find clues. "The sooner, the better." The furious ginger rolled her eyes, inspecting any slight informalities. Wyatt just stood there awkwardly, sticking his hands in his back pockets and pursing his lips. Carter let out a sigh as she continued to search, not finding anything.

     "So . . . how's the weather today?" Wyatt asked nonchalantly. Carter froze, getting annoyed. She slowly turned around, seriousness written all over her face.

     "'How's the weather today?' How about you get your ass over here and try to help me," she fired back, folding her arms. Wyatt's eyes widened, not completely expecting that. He watched as the ginger turned back around and continued to try and find a way out. He then let out a chuckle. "What now?!"

     "Are you a fart because you just blew me a way," he half heartedly chuckled, slowly walking over to the other side of the room to try and find clues. Carter stood there, silent but also a hit flattered. She rolled her eyes in irritation and bit her lip.

     "Look, buddy." The ginger turned around angrily, looking directly at the boy's back. "First of all, that was a shitty pick up line, or whatever you wanna call it. Second, stop acting like an idiot and help me before I knock your ass out," she sneered, stepping closer to the curly headed boy. He slowly turned around, playfully rolling his eyes and staring at the girl. She bit the inside of her cheek, stopping herself from saying anything else.

     "All you have to do is ask nicely," he smiled brightly, making her scoff and take her eyes off him. "I mean, asking nicely really warms my heart."

     "You must be dreaming if you think I'm gonna ask you nicely," Carter sneered, turned her glance back at Wyatt. "Now look, we have exactly thirty-six minutes till we lose, okay? And I, for one, wanna get something good out of this hell. So if you get your lazy ass in gear, then we can actually do something."

     "I mean, I've been talking to a pretty girl," Wyatt said softly, awkwardly. A red tint slowly appearing on his face.

     "Do something else other than embarrassing yourself," she fired back, pursing her lips together. Carter watched as the boy stood there, a bit humiliated. She smirked and clicked her tongue, turning back around knowing she shut him up.