"How long are you going to take to finish up and get out of the bathroom? We barely have two hours!" I yell, smacking my hand on the door.

I'm in my towel, wanting to take a bath and get dressed for the meet and greet party taking place in the next two hours, and Jack has grown old in the bathroom.

The door finally cracks open after the fourth minute of being locked and the all annoying Jack walks out.

The wide grin that plasters itself on his face makes me want to rip out my hair out. "Calm your nerves, sis. You said it yourself. It's a meet-and-greet...