Her Love Is Traumatic

Love in the Air ?

(Alex’s POV)

The day seemed like any other—except for the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about Christine. It wasn’t like I hadn’t noticed her before, but lately, everything about her felt… different. Special. She wasn’t just a friend anymore, and I wasn’t sure when that shift happened.

So when the teacher announced we’d be working in pairs for today’s chemistry experiment, and I got paired with her, I felt this weird mix of excitement and nervousness. Playing it cool, I walked over to her station with a grin.

“Hey, looks like we’re in this together,” I said, rolling up my sleeves. “Don’t blow anything up, Chris.”

She shot me a smile, her eyes crinkling in that way that always made my stomach do this stupid flip. "Please, I should be saying that to you. You're the one who's reckless!"

“Reckless?” I feigned offense. “I prefer the term ‘creative.’”

We started working on the experiment, and I was trying hard to focus on the chemicals and not the way she tucked her hair behind her ear or the sound of her laugh when I made some lame joke. Everything was fine until she accidentally poured too much of one of the reagents into the beaker.

I saw the foam bubbling up and tried to warn her, but it was too late.

“Uh, Chris, I think you might’ve—”

Before I could finish, the beaker started fizzing like crazy. Foam was rising fast, and soon it was spilling everywhere. Christine grabbed some paper towels, but in her panic, she knocked over another bottle. More foam. Great.

“Oh no!” she gasped, and her face was a mix of horror and helpless laughter.

I couldn’t hold back my laughter. This whole situation was ridiculous, but seeing her like that, panicking over the foam, was just... cute. "Well, I guess you really took the 'experiment' part seriously!"

Christine groaned, but she was laughing too. "This is not funny! Help me!"

The foam was everywhere—on the table, the floor, and, of course, all over us. I tried to grab a cloth to clean it up but somehow ended up making it worse by smearing the foam all over her arm.

“Hey!” she yelped, laughing even more, and I couldn’t help myself—I playfully tapped her nose with foam. "You missed a spot."

She looked like she was about to retaliate, grabbing the cloth, but instead, she slipped on the foam and stumbled right into me. My arms shot out instinctively, catching her. This girl, why is she soo clumsy? Ready to fall anywhere and everywhere. Wouldn't I be the happiest person alive if she ever plans to fall for me ? I hope she does.. We were standing there, inches apart, her hands pressed against my chest. And just like that, everything went quiet.

I looked down at her, and for a second, all I could see were her eyes—wide, soft, beautiful. My heart was pounding in my chest, and for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to say. She didn’t pull away either, just staring back at me.

“You okay?” I asked, my voice lower than I intended.

She nodded, her cheeks pink, and it hit me how close we were. Her hair smelled like strawberries, and her skin was so soft against mine. I swallowed, trying to play it cool, but all I could think about was how badly I wanted to kiss her. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not yet.

“Yeah, I’m… fine,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

For a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. I wasn’t just her lab partner anymore. I wasn’t sure what I was, but I knew this was more than just friendship.