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{16} R E S U L T S
For the hour that they swam within the cold waters, Quinn and Gavin were enraptured by the sight of each other swimming. It was unearthly yet so natural that they couldn't help but swim with their hands wrapped within each other's, and their legs curled together. Quinn had her head pressed within the nook of Gavin's neck and shoulder blade for most of the time they had their night dip, that when the hour was up and they knew that the security guard would make his hour trip around the school again—they got out of the pool and dried off before slipping on their clothes and jogged back in the direction of where Gavin's car was.
And that was why, when Gavin and Quinn (along with Nita) managed to meet up with Nessie to find out the results to what she discovered—Quinn was leaned up against Gavin's shoulder blade, and sat in between his legs on the dissecting table. None of the three teenagers had to worry about the security guards this time, since Nessie had paid them off and had them keep their mouths shut at the end. And that also meant that Nita could drive into the parking lot with her Green Day music blasting as loud as she wanted to, and tonight American Idiot was the song that was blasting higher than it needed to be.
None the less, all of the teens rolled their eyes as they headed into Dr. Hathaway's lab before they went and sat down in their spots that they sat in a month ago. New animals were in the tanks in the background, the sound of the filtering water was mere background noise and the whole place was spotless except for in the back of the lab—where there was dirty footprints and hand prints near the tanks. Apparently some other people were helping themselves to the lab while Dr. Hathaway was away on business, and they were doing their research in their boss's office—since it was the largest in the building.
"So how were the samples? Were they to your liking?" Nita was the one who asked this, as she leaned against the wall that was behind her. She was sitting on one of the side desks and her eyes were sparkling with wonder, although there was a fine line of tolerance, enough for everyone to know that she knew when to put away the claws.
"They were perplexing to say the least," Nessie responded as she pulled out a spiral notebook from her backpack. It was forest green and opening it, she sat it down on the dissecting table next to Quinn and Gavin. Both of them could see the curvy handwriting that was perfect, and highlighted in some places.
It was obviously from another research project that Nessie had done before. After all, it had the date written at the top right and the date was in October of last year. To know that Nessie was probably sneaking into her mother's lab and doing experiments without her knowledge—it allowed all three of the teenagers to know that the girl meant serious business when it came to doing research and dissecting animals or objects that enthralled her.
Nessie kept on flipping through the pages, passing by pictures that had beautiful sketches of the inside of a starfish or a tuna fish, or a gold fish and pictures were taped on some pages, with titles written underneath them in sharpie to address what it was that she was categorizing the pictures in. It was stunning and Quinn couldn't pull her blue irises away even when she knew that Nessie probably didn't want anyone looking through that spiral notebook except for herself and maybe, her mom, when it came to advice on something that she was researching but Quinn had a feeling that she didn't ask help from her mom that often.
After all, if Nessie wanted to continue researches in her mom's lab, then that would mean that her mom didn't need to know that her daughter had been sneaking into her lab at a more premature date than she thought she would. What would seem like a tame punishment now would result into straight up hell for the girl—even though Nita and Quinn and Gavin could honestly say that the girl would sneak out of her bedroom if she wanted to go anywhere when her parents were asleep.
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