Chapter 2

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Ian and I bolted out of the building and headed down an alley, which was a shortcut to my house. We didn't say a word the entire run but we both knew what we were doing.

We walked into my house, pouring sweat and panting like worn out dogs. "I'm not even going to ask.." My mom said eyeballing us. I looked at Ian and then walked upstairs. He was still holding onto the pizza, which surprised me. I would have thrown it the second I got out of the door. But I'm glad he didn't because I sure was hungry. "Well, today did not go as planned." Ian said as he opened the box. The pizza was all mashed up and it didn't look so much like a pizza anymore, but we both ate a slice anyways. "It definitely didn't. But on the bright side we can study for that Chemistry test like we needed to to begin with. Mickey is finally worth something for once." I laughed and grabbed my bookbag. I grabbed out my Chemistry notes and then looked up at Ian who looked upset. He wasn't paying attention and he stopped eating his pizza. "Everything okay?" I asked him, setting my hand on his knee. He looked at my hand and then up at me, nodding, "Yeah, sorry. I'm just nervous about this test." I smiled, "Well that's why we're here, silly. Now, tell me. What is the number representing the number of molecules in one mole?" He answered the question correctly. And then the next. And the next. And almost every other question I asked. He said he was nervous for the test, but clearly he was prepared. I was starting to wonder, is all this nervousness because of Mickey Milkovich?

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 22, 2017 ⏰

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