Zodiac High

*SCIENCE CLASS*

LEO: *Drops black Nike backpack on the marble gray title floor.* Hey.
LIBRA: *Turns to Leo.* Hey.
LEO: Sorry about Taurus attacking you in math class.
LIBRA: Nothing new. *Faces chalkboard.*
MRS. GANYMEDE: *Stands in front of chalkboard.* Instead of the usual midterm exams, the science department decided to bring back the science fair!
*Half of the classroom let out a groan while the other half beam with joy.*
MRS. GANYMEDE: You and your assigned lab partner need to submit your idea by the end of class.
*Random classmate raises their hand.*
MRS. GANYMEDE: Yes Europa!
EUROPA: When is the science fair happening?
MRS. GANYMEDE: The week before Thanksgiving break.
LIBRA: I would rather take a fucking test.
LEO: You're smart. I'm smart. This will be easy.
LIBRA: Taurus is going to be hovering over us the whole time.
LEO: She's going to be busy with her science project.
LIBRA: Whatever.
LEO: Should we work on the project at your house or my house?
LIBRA: Doesn't matter.
LEO: Your house.
LIBRA: Sure.
LEO: See you at seven.
LIBRA: We still need an idea.
LEO: Volcano.
LIBRA: That's so seventh grade.
LEO: Give me an idea.
LIBRA: Let's create a perfume that increases your mood.
LEO: And cologne.
LIBRA: Sure.
LEO: See you at seven.
LIBRA: Don't you have a hot date with Taurus.
LEO: She'll be busy with her science project like us.
LIBRA: As long as she don't come to my house. Fine.
LEO: She won't.
LIBRA: We will see.