JUSTINS POV
Selena: how exactly do you do this?
Justin: just put the water over the flame and wait.
Selena: wow thanks for the help
She murmurs, sarcasm filling her voice, and picks up the measuring cup, placing it onto the triangle shaped stand, being extremely careful to keep her arm away from the flame.
Justin: are you scared of fire of something?
I question. Her hand slips off the cup, it wobbles slightly falling to the bench top, shattering and spilling the hot water in the process.
Shit.
Mrs Brown: the one class I thought I could trust too not break any of our equipment, and look what happens.
She shakes her head, bringing over another glass full of water.
Selena: uh, sorry miss, I'll c-clean it.
She stutters nervously.
Mrs Brown: don't act as if it's a choice Ms Gomez. The old lady glances at me briefly before slumping back to her desk.
Justin: bitch
I whisper under my breath.
Selena looks over at me, before using a pile of paper towel to clean up the mess.
Justin: I'm uh sorry I didn't mean to upset you before
Selena: don't worry about it
Justin: but-
Selena: it's fine, seriously just forget it.
She picks up the broken glass, throwing it into the bin beside the table.
I can't help but stare at her for the first time, the more I look at her, the more I notice how beautiful she is. Her long black hair falls down her back in curls, her black skinny jeans and doc martins make her legs look long as fuck. I can't help but notice the rings on her fingers, the simplicity of the colors, sliver and gold. The amazing patters and shapes that fill her most needed mechanisms are hard to miss.
Selena: what are you looking at?
I'm snapped out of the pointless day dream that I've found myself lost in when I hear her voice.
Justin: sorry, I'm just- I
She bites the inside of her cheek, looking up at me, obviously avoiding eye contact.
Silence takes over us, seconds before the bell wrings, meaning our time is up.
Selena: well as exciting as this little experiment thing has been, I have to go.
Before I can reply, her books are collected into her arms, and she is out of the classroom, followed by a thud of the door.
