Musically Yours, Ben

Chapter Three - Oh, Chemistry Class

So Ben and I have one class together other than band and that class would be Chemistry. No, I am not joking. The cliche of having chemistry class with a potential guy you like is not present here. 1. We are just friends and 2. I am not that cliche.

This next story that is a very quick one had happened in the beginning of the year. It was about around the time of October and we had just started to begin experiments in Chemistry class. You know how it goes, the first three weeks of the class you must fill out a million papers about lab safety and learn how to stop, drop and roll. I'm not five years old, teachers!

Our first lab included two people in a group only. It was simple. All that we had to do was measure some chemicals in a graduated cylinder and record it on a lab sheet. Me being the person who hated almost everyone in that class had chosen Ben to be my lab partner. Shocker, right?

"Okay class, today we will be doing a lab..." Mrs. Ryan said as she explained the lab. She went on as I gave Ben the look. The look basically means, "You are being my partner. Don't choose anyone else or I may burn you at the stake for leaving me with 'Miss Cheerleader Queen McDumb Dumb' over there! Ben you know, the one with the fake nails and extensions."

Ben had given me the nod which means, "Okay, I will do what you said so I am not decapitated."

He didn't have any friends in that class besides me in there anyways. When Mrs. Ryan let us get our partners and start working, we had to get the materials for the lab. I let Ben do that while I got the chemicals from Mrs. Ryan. When I had a tray full of powered chemicals and a glass of water, I headed back to our table and set them down with care, mostly hoping not to drop them on my own feet. Soon Ben arrived with a graduated cylinder and an eye dropper. We both sat down next to each other. I pulled out my lab sheet out of my tightly and cramped notebook so we could record data about the chemical.

"Okay, step one." I began to read the directions. "Mix sodium nitrate with three drops of water, then measure in graduated cylinder. Record on your lab sheet provided." Seemed easy enough.

"Alright let's get started!" Ben exclaimed in excitement as he claimed control of the sodium nitrate. As you can tell, he is very into the sciences. Frankly, Ben is into and good at every subject.

Since we had to mix with water, I decided to get the glass of water and the eye dropper to get the drops of water in the chemical. Although, I didn't know the eye dropper was called an eye dropper... Trying to look cool and smart, I picked up the 'eye dropper' and said, "Ben, I've got a beaker!" I felt so proud to know the terminology. Or at least think I knew the terminology.

"Cameron," Ben started with a laugh. "that's an eye dropper, not a beaker." Ben picked up the glass of water pluckily. "This is a beaker!"

I had face-palmed so hard at that point. I felt so stupid. I felt my face turn bright red like a tomato. "Wow, I'm smart!" I said sarcastically, banging my hands on the table.

"No, you are! It's alright! I have done stuff like that before." Ben replied rapidly trying to make me feel somewhat better.

"Yeah right!" I reacted with a smile. "You get a like a 4.0 GPA every year!"

"No, I always end up getting a B in something." He sounded disappointed. His head lowered but then lifted at the thought of finishing the lab.

"How come?" I then resumed putting three drops of water into the sodium nitrate. I then realized that he may not know the answer to that question let alone want to tell me that answer. That stuff is personal Cameron! Jeez. Pick up your own game girl!

"Got that B power!" Ben yelled with a fist bump to the sky with a touch of a Ben sly smile. Then he went right back to his work. So dedicated.

I began to laugh the hardest I had ever laughed before. It wasn't even that funny! What was wrong with me? Was I going clinically insane? I wasn't sure. What I did know was that I was falling for Ben. No, I didn't get up from my chair and trip onto my face! I stared into his crystal blue eyes deeply and he seemed to get creep-ed out. I stopped because I got uncomfortable, maybe even more than him. I told you though, I am not that cliche!!