Chemistry (Completed)

Chapter 3 The Paper

Chapter 3,
The Paper,

There were three science classes and all the high schoolers were mixed in those three, it was captivity and informal. Everyone didnt mind though, we all just went to class and did out thing.

I sat by a junior and I was a freshman so it was weird and tense. The science teacher Sim had us partner up with someone, I knew no one till Mr. Junior asked me if I wanted to be partners.

"Hey wanna be partners?"

"Um, sure but arnt you a..." I froze but he luckily finished the sentence for me.

"Junior?"

"Yes."

"You have a problem with it?" He got the vibe I was coming off that it was wrong because he's sixteen and I'm fourteen.

"Nope not at all." I giggled then wrote this all down in the notepad.

I noticed he was paying attention to what I was doing but I could in yhe corner of my eye his expression he looked confused but he had the right idea.

"Are you doing the school newspaper or something?" He replied with a face of confusion.

I came off nicely. "Yes, yes I am." I threw a half smile his way and he returned the favor.

Sim started giving us our assignment and me an this Hottie had to make a mini clay molded volcano. I leaned closer to his ear and let a wisper escape my mildly chapped lips. "Mr.Sim has a bulge." We laughed, Hottie laughed to hard a pond Sim noticed.

"Eh! What's so funny Dean?" Sim yelled across the room.

Dean that's his name, I think it's and interesting name, quite unique,.

"Nothing." I saw his eyes trace to Sims bulge. A giggle left his lips followed by a smile.

Mr.Sim walked over back to the front of the classroom and sent us all to the lab.

We needed to mold ours in the art clay room, we went to the art room and he started the base of the clay mold.

"So, what made you start weighting in the school newspaper?"

"Well really how Crapy this school is." There it was again my side smile, I observed him as he was strongly focusing on the mold, I saw him smile to.

It got quiet and I needed to break the tension but he beat me to it.

"Okay out you hands here." He grabbed my hands and rapped he's legs around mine and put his hands over mine and we meet the clay molding machine with out bonded fingers. It was a beautiful mess. Our fingers wet and yucky but I didn't notice it all I cared about was his strong manly hands brushing against mine.

I looked at him and he smiles then lays his chin on my shoulder and we look into each others eyes, his a beautiful Blue, that could steal my heart any minute than we lean in for a kiss and Sim tells us were good and need to pack up for next period.