It was Friday afternoon, 2:57 PM exactly. 27 minutes after the bell that lets the school out rings. Xander was leaned against a tree, blowing countless bubbles with his gum out of boredom. You hadn't shown for the last 27 minutes, and he was beginning to think that you'd never show. He was quite literally ready to leave when you came rushing out out of the school. He didn't look impressed. You'd agreed to have met up after school to go wandering around abandoned places and shoplifting from large money grabbing corporations. 27 minutes he's been waiting, and now you decide to show up? Seriously?

"Where the hell were you? I've been waiting for what?" He pretends to check a watch on his wrist, but he doesn't even have one. "27 minutes? God, I was just about ready to leave."