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Part 6

"We should hang out next time," Chiara suggested as we walked to Biology. I nodded in agreement. "Definitely! I can tell that we'd be fantastic friends." Once we got to Biology, the teacher, Mrs. Powell, had arranged the tables so that we'd be sitting in pairs, and directed Chiara towards Isabel Stocker, the smartest girl in our mediocre class. Chiara smiled apologetically at me as the teacher realised that there was an odd number of people in the class. "Leigh, I think you'll have to work alone this time. There's an empty spot right there." I walked over to the empty spot and re-read the instructions, making sure that I knew what to do. I've done this experiment before - it was the basic milk and trypsin one - in my old school and I still got a terrible grade despite working in a three. God knows what I'd get alone.

I had all my equipment ready and was about to start setting up when a boy rushed into the class, apologised to Mrs. Powell, and was directed to my table.

Callum Webb was my lab partner. What could be worse!? We caught each other's eye and a look of disbelief and sadness glazed over his face, before he snapped back into reality. "Um, hi. Are you Leigh?" I nod. "That's me," I smile weakly. "Alright... so should we experiment the start- start the- oh, no. I'm sorry," he blushes, shying away from me. "What's wrong?" I ask, as if I didn't know what happened.

He turns red. "Sorry. You just remind me of someone." I had to pinch myself to hold myself back from asking more questions, which would lead to more suspicion, and we got to work on the experiment. The results I ended up with was still odd, but I decided to work with it and we were the second group (behind Chiara and Isabel) to hand in our lab report. We continued sitting in silence, before I decided to start a conversation. "You sure you're okay?" I asked with genuine concern. I do feel awful about what I have done to him and I have to live with the guilt everyday. He loved me and I loved him, but I was, as Georgia said, bored and restless. And stupid. So, so stupid.

He blinked twice before answering me. "You just remind me of a special someone - but really, it's just the no
teen.stories.xose. She was petite and loved black and had blond hair." I nod, not knowing what to say, before the silence continued. "I'm sorry about what happened... if anything did." "Don't worry about it. Sorry, I'm just feeling a bit down today." "I... it's okay. I'd say the same about myself today." My heart was pounding and I was sweating. Out of nervousness. I no longer felt the spark I used to, but there was so much nostalgia linked to him and I couldn't help but care for him.

I miss him. But I don't feel like I want him anymore.

Thankfully, before the situation got more awkward, the bell rung and I ran out the first chance I got. I've never been that glad to get out of a class before.

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