Two Sides

Chapter Three - Cheerio's

-Maeve-

Hi I said lightly, to my new desk mate that was Damien. He gave me a raise of his eyebrows as his way of greeting me back, not even making eye contact with me. Someones not very friendly. I said adjusting myself in my seat. Look I never wanted to be in this situation but your idiotic acts have put us in this predicament, and Id like to pass biology this year, and I understand that youve been assigned to help me but I dont need a babysitter, ok? so I would greatly appreciate it if you keep that gaping hole in your face shut, for the rest of the year, go it? Damien snapped at me. he was not asking me to be quiet he was telling me. It made me feel a certain way, a way I hadnt felt before. I wanted to snap back at him for insulting me like that but he was right. I talk too much and I would distract him, so I kept my face forward, focused on my breathing, as I felt Damiens gave leave me.

I continued the class in silence feeling stiff every time Damien moved next to me. Just keep writing notes. I though, using my pastel green highlighter to highlight important information, it just makes it easier to read.

Ok class well be doing a practical for the last half of the lesson so could you all please partner up with whoevers next to you or on the closest desk to you and grab your equipment to set up you Bunsen burners. I rolled my eyes as I didnt want to have to talk to Damien any more than I have already. me and Jess both hate practicals, its too much setting up and working with people you dont like and for what its worth you never really get much out of it in a classroom full of safety measures and limits to what shit you can blow up.

Damien got up as he walked to the front of the classroom, I stood up and took off my dark red blazer handing it on my back of my chair and rolled up the cuffs of my long white sleeves, and tying my dark hair in a high ponytail, as I didnt trust any of the halfwits in this class to be the reason all my hair gets burnt off. I grabbed a Bunsen burner from a lower cupboard and looked to see Damien getting the rest of the equipment while talking to another male student quietly. I walked back to our desk to see a pair of safety goggles gently placed on the top of my book facing upwards. I look back at Damien to see he already has a pair on, I look to see Jess and she hasnt got a pair on yet. Was it him? I put the glasses on. And sit down and start writing a graph to measure the boiling points of acids.

-Jess-

Once I finished noting down everything for me and my partner James who was an alright guy, he wasnt annoying and he got the work done he was just average. I look over to see Maeve expecting to see her pissed but she was talking to Damien, like without insulting him. Thats a first. I unknowingly said aloud. What? James asked lifting his head to me with furrowed brows. Oh, nothing I was just thinking out loud. I said looking back at Mae. She looked like she was genuinely getting on with him. Im so gonna tease her about this later. I thought to myself.

-Maeve-

Sir was now asking round the answers for each boiling point and so far, me and Damien had got them all right. For number eight who can tell me what the boiling point for their second acid is? Ours says 67 degrees. I said to Damien looking at my notes I wrote down. Actually, it said 67 three minuets ago but now the acid has had time to stabilise its melting point is 65. Damien said cocking his head to the side. I paused for a moment at his comment. Does a 2-degree difference really matter?

Well, if you want to get the right answer then yes, it does matter.

  Well, your wrong so what you said is irrelevant. I shot back refusing to agree that hes right but I began to doubt myself. James the teacher called. Jamess raised hand lowered and I noticed he had paired up with Jess.

65 sir

Yes, James that is correct.

Youve got to be fucking kidding me.