The Mix (short story)

Part 2

Hello mortals! This is a very stupid story, but it's quite cute, so I hope somebody out there enjoys it.

Thanks for reading.

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Okay. Officially…the best day of my life!

       In chemistry, I was greeted with the news that we were going to have a lab! Of course, I groaned along with all of the other kids, but in truth, I was squealing inside! Labs mean that you have to work with a partner, and having a mean teacher like Mr. Sower means you don’t get to pick your partner, and that means that I would have an actual reason to speak to Draiden! I…was going to die.

       We were dissecting frogs. Maybe it’s not the most romantic thing in the world, but I just knew that someday, we would laugh about it with our children.

       Yes. Definitely.

       “Can you hand me the scissors?” Draiden asked me in his perfect, voice. And Did I mention he had perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect arms…

       Wait.  Did he just say something to me?

       He looked up from the frog, paralyzing me with his big black eyes.

       “Hello? Emma? Scissors?” he asked me again. I snapped out of it.

       “Oh! Yeah. Here. Sorry.” I exclaimed, grabbing for the scissors, and then handing them to him, nearly stabbing him in the process.

       Smooth.

       He muttered a word of thanks, and then began cutting into the frog’s skin. I quickly averted my eyes. I swear, that thing was watching me.

       “So, um, are you going to the dance?” I asked him, still avoiding his, and the frog’s, gaze.

       “M’hm.”

       “Cool.” I replied. Not sure if I should continue or not. He seemed pretty focused. We sat in awkward silence for a few moments.

       “So, um…do you have a date?” I questioned him, after a few more seconds had passed.

       “Yeah. My girlfriend,” he replied like I was an idiot, “Tiffany.”

       Tiffany? Tiffany?! Tiffany Janes?! His girlfriend was Tiffany Janes?! The same Tiffany Janes who had tormented me all through junior high?? That Tiffany Janes?!?! Oh, my sweet Draiden…how could you ever fall for a monster like Tiffany?

       “Oh.” I muttered breathlessly.

       “Yeah.” He muttered distractedly, “Hey, can you do this part, the intestines always gross me out a little.”

       I looked down at the frog, pictured Draiden and Tiffany at the dance, and me…alone. I looked into the eyes of the frog who’s intestines were spilling out over the sides of it’s sliced stomach, and threw up.

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