6 || Chemistry

Day two and I've already heard more about the mysterious new guy than I've heard about actual school related topics. By now, I'm ready to see him myself.

"He's this and that," I slam my locker harder than necessary. "If I hear that one more time..."

"He's so hot." A trio of gangly freshman stroll by.

"And he's a senior too. Imagine if one of us landed him." They giggle and I explode.

"Shut up! You guys are like five ok?!" I tower over them and scowl menacingly. They shrink back.

"Sorry," one mutters and they practically sprint away. Ivy shakes her head at me.

"Scaring freshman? Nice."

"I'm just so tired of everyone swooning over this new guy when there are more important issues. Like, did you hear that they're taking the pink strawberry shakes off the menu at McDonalds?"

"Oh no, the horror," she remarks dryly.

"Now I can't even eat at McDonalds anymore!"

"You'll be fine," she says just as Nikole and Chanel come to a running stop in front of us.

"Who's chasing you?" I raise a brow.

"No one! It's the new guy," Nikole pants out of breath. "I saw him!"

Ivy rolls her eyes. "Careful. Aubrey just blew up at some freshman when they were talking about him."

"Don't you have a boyfriend Nikole?" I ask pointedly.

"I do but I can't help it if other guys are super attractive with super attractive accents!"

"You guys have to see him!" Chanel bounces on her toes.

Ivy and I share a glance. We're the only two girls in this entire school that haven't been swept up in this new guy fever.

"Fine. Take us to him. Let's see who has the school in a frenzy."

"Last I saw he was out at the quad. Come on! There's still ten minutes before class starts!" Chanel grabs my wrists and I grab Ivy while Nikole skips ahead. The closer we get the more I see swooning girls everywhere.

This is absolutely ridiculous. How can one guy cause this much commotion?

"Excuse us!" Nikole pushes through the crowd. The quad is usually packed but today it seems the entire school has gathered here.

"This better be good," Ivy grumbles.

We reach the front of the crowd. "So where is he?"

"There," Chanel points and Ivy and I swivel our heads in that direction.

I swear the wind is knocked out of me.

It's him. The sexy jerk.

He's the new guy. He's not a tourist.

He's a student here.

Every time I see him he only gets better looking. Right now he has on a navy blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and dark wash jeans with a chain looped around it. His sneakers are scuffed and his curly hair is pushed back with a bandana.

Of course Britney has already sunk her claws in him, and is shamelessly flirting with him while using her minions to keep the other girls at bay. Still, his eyes wander about, not really paying attention to her.

Then they lock on me.

I stare. I can't help it. My mouth parts open slightly. My gaze is glued to his. He's the predator and I'm his prey.

"It's him!" Ivy shakes me. "OMG I was right! We need to abort now!"

"Ivy, I can't move."

"Then I'll help you," she digs her nails into my shoulder and drags me off. Nikole and Chanel don't even notice.

Well my life just got a whole lot complicated.

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"A chemical formula is a way of expressing information about the proportions of atoms that constitute a particular chemical compound, using a single line of chemical element symbols, numbers, and sometimes also other symbols, such as parentheses, dashes, brackets, commas, plus and minus signs."

I doodle in my notebook while Mr. Radish goes on and on about chemical formulas.

I hate chemistry.

"The simplest types of chemical formulas are called empirical formulas, which use numbers and letters to indicate the numerical proportions of atoms of each type. Molecular formulas indicate...."

Blah blah BLAH! Ugh, shutup already!

"Oh you must be our new student."

My head snaps up.

"Mr. King was it?"

"Yeah."

"Right, well take a seat behind Miss Powers."

I duck my head before he can catch me looking. The girl behind me doesn't bother to hide her excitement over having hot stuff sit next to her.

My grip on my pencil tightens.

I feel the back of my neck prickle from the heat of his stare. Paying attention was hard enough before but now it's impossible.

"Miss Powers?"

"Yes?" I squeak looking up.

"I asked if you could come up to the board and fill in the rest of this formula."

What? I stare at the board blankly. I wasn't even paying attention to him and now he wants me to fill in some formula. The entire class is staring. Waiting.

I stand up on stiff legs and make my way to the front like I'm walking the plank. Mr. Radish hands me the marker and I resist the urge to glare at him.

I gulp at the formula looming before me.

CH2O is equal to C( )H( )O( )

What even is this?

"Can I pass?" I ask nervously.

"Would someone like to help Miss Powers out?" Mr. Radish sighs. Britney raises her hand.

"I'd be glad to help out my fellow student." She snatches the marker from my hand and correctly fills in the blanks.

"Thank you. Try to pay more attention next time," he scolds me and Britney shoots me a smug look. I don't hold back my glare from her.

As I sulk my way back to my seat I accidentally make eye contact with him. Quickly I look away and dedicate the rest of class to diligently taking notes.

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"What's up your ass?" Ivy remarks at the vending machine during passing period.

"Britney. Fucking. Matthews."

"Oh damn you cursed. It must be serious then."

"Chemistry with her. For a whole year," I gripe retrieving my much needed candy. Watermelon sour patch kids.

"Good luck. I'll see you at lunch," she salutes before disappearing down the hall.

I rip into the candy and place one on my tongue. Pink sweets are my guilty pleasure.

"Mind if I have one?"

I jump at the voice by my ear and choke on my gummy.  Coughing wildly I whirl around. Sexy jerk is the nickname I've decided to call him in my head.

"You!" I splutter. "You're stalking me!"

"Don't flatter yourself love," he smirks. "I happen to not know where my next class is. You wouldn't know where room A32 is would you?"

"Sorry, I have no idea," I turn on my heel. That's my next class!

The odds are not in my favor today.

"Really?" He grabs the schedule I was trying and failing to hide in my jacket.

"Says here you have AP english too. I guess we'll find it together then."

"Like hell we will! You're on your own stud."

"Did you just call me stud?"

Crap. My own mouth knows no boundaries.

"No!" I backtrack. "Well I mean yes but- just forget it!" I stalk off. He follows. The warning bell rings.

"What's with all the pink?" He asks keeping up with me despite my efforts to shake him.

"None of your damn buissnes."

"Are you chromophobic?"

"If I was why would I be wearing pink?"

"Maybe you have an irrational fear of all colors except pink?"

We reach A32 and I grab the door handle. He pulls me back.

"What're you-"

My brain stops as his lips meet mine.

He's kissing me.

And...and...

I'm kissing him back.

When did this strange turn of events occur?

His lips are soft. So soft and very skilled. His hands caress my face and I stand up on the very tips of my toes.

Why am I kissing some random stranger?!

And can lips be described as kissable? Because he has extremely kissable lips.

Ironically when he pulls back my face is flushed pink. I stare at him wide eyed.

Then he vanishes into the classroom leaving me standing out in the hallway.

Alone.

And late.

QOTD: what's your favorite class?

Mine is lunch😋

Jk it's english 📝📓📚. I just love writing!

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