24. Electric Friction.

TASHA

I dash into the house, sliding past the crammed bodies blocking my way. My eyes search around frantically for Nate, catching him in time just as he disappears into one of the rooms by the top left of the corridor after the stairs. I hurry towards the staircase and bolt up the stairs two at a time, my heart beating hard in my chest with each frenzy step I take. Getting to the end of the steps, I rush to the door and twist the handle. The handle does not budge. I groan and after taking a deep breath, I knock on the door.

"Go away!" Nate's voice is loud as he shouts back.

"It is me Tasha. Open the door."

Upon hearing no immediate response, I try to consider leaving, but I instantly trash the thought. I need to talk with Nate.

Just as I lift up my fist to knock again, the door is pulled back, revealing Nate. His messy hair curls are scattered all over his head, some falling to his face, shading his burning blue eyes a bit. His cheeks look pale, but his plump lips are moist with a fa