Treacherous Love

Chapter 15 ~ Explosion

"No," I mouth to Aspen, shaking my head.

The 'No' meant so much. It meant that I don't have anything for Nash, that I won't let him get me, us, that I will fight, that I know that Aspen cares, and that he'll be here for me. That I will not let anything get between us.

"Good," he whispers, giving me a warm smile, his amazing brown eyes softening. He them brings me in for a hug. He smelt so good... sorry that was not meant to be so creepy, but it's true, haha. His body was so warm, gosh, everything about this boy just lit me up.

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I pick up the delicate vile in my clear-gloved hands. Peering at the tiny lines marking measurements on the glass container through my goggles, a white apron tied tightly around my waist.

I was in science class, during 6th period, and today Ms. Donasie's class was working on chemical reactions. Ms. Donasie was overviewing what the experiment was over, and the steps, but I have already started a few minutes ago, knowing exactly what to do. I have always understood exact statistics and had fun with making things evolutionize, change color, go *boom,* all that stuff. It was the sh** for me. Haha, lol.

"Nash pass me the water." I order.

Yes, I know what you're thinking.

Poor Sandra, Hayes and Nash in your classes?

And sadly yes, it sucks but at least Nash just sits there and does nothing, I practically get to take over the experiment, and no offense, but he would just screw it up. Lol, jk, I did mean that offensively, haha. I know I'm so evil, hehe.

I am Evil Scientist, Mwahahaha ...

Haha! But ya, it's not as bad as Matt in my Global Studies class. Ugh.

Nash hops off of the counter with a, Thump as his vans hit the white tiled floor. Then he walks over next to me, adjusts his goggles, then picks up the small glass container that contains 1.2 ounces of water and hands it to me, "Whatever you say, Princess." He speaks mockingly.

I just scoff at him, puffing out a "Thanks." Grabbing the water from him and pouring it into the large vile.

So. Annoying.

"Soap." I deliver.

He passes it to me, holding it in front of my face. I make sure not to look at him, and send a blank look to the wall, then snatch it from him. I place the tube over the clear container, turning the soap's tube upside-down flicking the glass, trying to make the soap ooze out quicker. Keeping my attention focused on the project, ignoring Nash's unblinking creepy stare.

I wish Aspen were here, he would be yelling at Nash to stop looking at me that way, pushing him to the side, being right behind me and helping me with the contents of the experiment. Ah. That would be so cute. I imagine his dreamy brown eyes in the big googles, him scrunching up his cute little nose while making a joke, and fumbling with the ingredients, but prevailing in the end and looking intelligent while he does so. His smile lighting up his features as we succeed incredibly, doing a funny victory dance, and bursting out laughing afterwards.

I didn't realize how focused and in thought I was until Nash states, "Why is the pussy cat so pissy today?"

Then he laughs at his own joke. Oh and sadly, that's what he calls me, Pussy Cat. It's irritable, creepy, and disturbing. So it's utterly, sucks.

My face scrunches up once he says that to me, a glare forming as my eyes grow dark once his laughs grow louder. "Ew," I say, "just pass me the iodine." I demand holding out my hand, using my other to pull away the soap's glass tube, and set it down against the table.

When Nash just stays there laughing I reach over myself, tipping over slightly in stretch, then grasp the iodine. I pour it into the vile, completely ignoring Nash now. But my anger growing, for him not helping at all as I pour in more.

He just laughs harder when I pour in the iodine, I mentally congratulate myself when it starts to bubble. Smiling to myself.

But my happiness goes away when Nash won't shut up. "What?!" I screech, suddenly angry.

He continues to laugh but spurts out, "You- you, grabbed too much." He manages out.

I hear a bubbling sound behind me as I repeat louder, "What!!?"

"Loo- look behind you." He say pointing, still laughing uncontrollably. But that's not what's most out of control.

I turn around to to see huge bubbles popping out everywhere and spurting out of the vile, overflowing all over the table, cascading onto the ground. The constant sounding of gurgling as the bubbles spilling everywhere. Some seeping their way over to me, sticking to my apron, and falling off of the table.

I stare there lamely, at the out-of-control mess before me, in complete shock. "Da fuq?" I question.

And that's the moment when the situation hits me, literally, in the face. The vile launches a big gust of bubbles out of the container in a big spurt, making a funny splat sound as they shoot right at my face.

The bubbles cloud my vision, and I stand there awkwardly trying to spit the soap-iodine-water bubbles out of my mouth, but failing miserably as the horrible taste overtakes me, causing me to cough. The bubbles gurgle against my skin, constantly popping.

Ew.

I bring my hand up and scoop the bubbles up and off of my face, flicking them onto the floor with the rest.

The whole class is laughing at me, and I hear the snapping of pictures.

Great, they'll probably put this in the yearbook, I think to myself.

I spit/cough out most of the bubbles, and Nash is still laughing at me, harder than ever, bending over in his outbursts, ready to fall to the ground. So I scoop up some bubbles off of the floor and throw it onto him, the thick bubbles hitting his neck with a Slap.

I smirk in victory, as he freezes in shock. He peeks to me with one eye, his mouth hanging open, as if to ask me if I threw it at him. I nod. Then stifle a laugh.

He quickly grabs an armful of bubbles and throw them at my torso, my mouth hangs open as I look down to my bubble-covered apron. I swipe up more bubbles and chuck them at his face, and he pauses spitting out bubbles, and my giggling overtakes me. He quickly reacts though and picks up more bubbles throwing them in my face, hair, arms, and I throw them at the side of his head, thigh, arms, and chest. Before we know it, we're having a bubble fight. Hahahaha!

But I eventually trip over the table's leg and trip, landing on my butt on a pile of bubbles. Nash bursts out laughing, his laugh, light this time as I sit there in the puddle of bubbles. Fresh bubbles tumble out of the vile, pouring onto the table and off, onto me. Covering my hair, head, arms, torso, legs, and soon I'm covered in a sea of bubbles, laughing my head off.

I lay back into the bubble paradise, the cooling tiles feeling great against my skin, and the gurgling sound of bubbles, calming as I close my eyes and doze off, surrounded in a bubble universe. No wonder people love bubbles so much, they're extraordinary.

If only Aspen were here with me...

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