In Chemistry, i look back towards the back of the book, waiting for everybody to file in. Mr.Elliot has this rule that, whoever you choose to sit with you on the first day of class becomes your lab partner for the entire year. Needles to say, seat selection is definitely critical.
I search around for someone who i think might do well with things like beakers, test tubes,and experiments. Until i see her, Gabby Bennet, the girl who helped me get through biology.
"Hey" I say, waving her over. I gesture to a table in the back and sit down. "We can be lab partners again this year" But Gabby appears less than delighted to see me, despite my stellar organization skills. She may not want to admit it, but thanks to me, we always handed in the neatest most orderly lab reports. "It won't be so bad" I say, trying to assure her. "At least this year we won't have to dissect anything, right?"
I know she must still blame me for accidentally spilling my Gatorade on that poor dead frog. Not only did it score us a big fat zero in our lab report , but I also got detention for having an open drink container in class. Gabby scans the room to see who's left, but it seems people have quickly paired off. She lets out a sigh and finally sits down. But after a few moments, when everybody has pretty much settled into their places, she switches seats, spotting an open chair at the front of the room, right beside Tate Benson. Just perfect. I look up at the Mr.Elliot, waiting for him to announce that ill have to work by myself the entire school year.
But then Stefan walks in. He hands a slip of paper to the sweat man, probably denoting his enrollment in our class. A couple pf snickers come from the corner of the room. Mr. Elliot checks and rechecks the slip of paper, comparing it to his attendance list, as if maybe there's some mistake.
"Take a seat" Mr.Elliot finally says. Stefan searches the room, and so do I, but the only remaining chair is the one beside mine. He sees it and our eyes lock. "Is there a problem, Mr.Collins?" Mr.Elliot asks glaring at him. Stefan just stands there in front of the room. Staring at me. Making my face hot and my hands sweaty. "No problem" he says, finally.
He joins me at my table, but he doesn't look at me again for the entire class. Not even once. Even though i want him to. Even though I know I shouldn't.
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deadly secret
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