deadly secret

Chapter 13

Its Friday afternoon, and I'm sitting in chemistry class, doing my best to focus, to take Casey's advice about letting the whole mysterious photo issue go, after all she's probably right. It's the first lab session of the year, and Stefan and I have a handful of test tubes set up in front of us, along with a graduated cylinder and a couple of teaspoons. The goal is to perform, discuss, and record the reactions that occur based on mixture of a few chemicals.

I'm trying my hardest to concentrate, to tell myself that combining water with sodium is the most important thing in the work right now, even though Stefan is watching and recording my every move. My hand shakes slightly as I add in a couple of teaspoons of another chemical.

"Thirsty" I ask Stefan, holding the mixture up like a drink. The mixture stuff had made t looked like fruit punch. But he doesn't think its funny. "Add in two grams of chloride" he says. "Don't forget" Mr.Elliot announces, "This lab isn't just about your visual sense here. What does the test tube glass feel like with each added substance? Does it get cold? Does it heat up? Is there any change of smell?"

I look up at Stefan, realizing we've completely omitted the whole touchy feely aspect of the experiment. "Do you want to hold it?" I ask, extending the tube out to him. Stefan looks at it but shakes his head, continuing to read me the directions from his lab book. "Wait," I say. "We need to record this stuff, our reactions, what we observe"

"Can't you just record it for the both of us?" I try not to let his slacking bother me, especially since, as far as things look in everybody else's tubes, it appears as though were doing everything right. I write down my observations and then, following the instructions as Stefan reads them aloud, I add in a couple more ingredients, finally topping the solutions off with acid and a blue chemical.

The solution in the tube starts to fizzle and heat up, and the color changes from blue to pink to yellow. "You really should feel this" I say, holding the tube out to him again. But Stefan has his own idea of fizzle "I'm all set" he says, "Not exactly a team player, are you, Mr.Collins?" Mr.Elliot is standing right beside him now. Stefan glances at the tube again, and for five seconds I think he's going to take it, but instead he says, "I already felt it"

"Oh, really?" Mr.Elliot scratches his head, and I step back. "So, how would you describe the temperature of the tube?" He asks. Stefan shrugs, "Kind of cold". Mr.Elliot makes his infamous game show buzzer sound, meaning the wrong answer. "You really should have phoned a friend"

"Why don't you feel it again?" I say, in an effort to play nice. I hand him the tube, just as Mr.Elliot walks away. But Stefan still being all weird. His fingers linger in the air, just inches from mine. "Take it" I say, placing the tube in his hand. He finally does. And his hand accidentally grazes mine. I feel the skin of his thumb rub against my middle finger.

The next thing I know, Stefan drops the tube. It shatters on the floor. Yellow solution spills out everywhere. Stefan takes a step back, breathing hard. "It's no big deal" I tell him. But he doesn't respond. He just stands there, staring at me. His dark eyes are wide and insistent.

"Real slick" Mr.Elliot says. "Clean it up, now", Stefan doesn't move. So i grab a mop from the corner of the room and start to clean up the mess. And that's when he touches me. His hand glides down my forearm and encircles my wrist, hard, making my heart beat fast and my pulse start to race. I open my mouth to say something, to ask what he's doing, to tell him to let go, but nothing comes out.

"Shhh" Stefan says. He takes a step closer. his eyes fixed on mine. I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck. "Hey, check it out," I hear someone whisper. Still, i don't look away. Because I honestly don't want to. A smattering of giggles erupts in the classroom, catching the attention of Mr.Elliot at the front of the room. He makes his way to our table and butts himself between us and Stefan releases his grip on my forearm.

"Did he hurt you?" Mr.Elliot asks. I shake my head, feeling a slight sling in my wrist from Stefan's grip. After a few awkward moments, Mr.Elliot offers me to finish cleaning up, and then he orders Stefan to the office.

"No" I say. "It's fine, I'm fine. He was only trying to help me" I look down at the mess on the floor. But Stefan doesn't question the order. He just collects his books, takes one last look at me, and then scurries out of the room.
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Only Posted One Chapter Today Because Something's Wrong With My Computer And I Can't Write The Other Chapter :( But Sorry I Didn't Post The Past Days! I Was Really Busy But Anyway Hope Y'all Like This Chapter (; - s.s 9/16/15