"Seven minutes. I'll start the timer."
I tried to protest as a hand pushed me in the closet.  I had wanted to stay home.  Maybe watch television, possibly read a book and go to bed early, and yet I was here.
I hardly knew anyone.  I was only going with a friend, cause of a stupid crush she had. I just never knew mine would be there and that's who was in the closet with me.
 
The hand that pushed me made me bump into him.  He caught me and I looked up and into his blue eyes.  The lighting wasn't great, but I didn't need it.  I knew what they looked like.  I didn't know his name.  I tagged the name "The Bag boy" in my diary.  I tried numerous times to read his name tag, but I didn't want him to notice, and here we were. I decided to break the silence.
"Well this is awkward."
"Yes, I suppose it is," he looked at me with a grin on his face.
Why was he grinning?  It was because I was younger.  I had turned 16, and I knew he was out of my league.  He was probably secretly laughing inside. 
I hadn't noticed he had his hands...