The Game of Chemistry (love)

Study Hall (Valerie's Pov)

"Do you mind", I say turning around to face Vincent. "Can you please just hear me out for a second", he pleads. I give him a look of suspicion, but allow him to talk. "Look, I would just like to get to know you a little better, you were right, there is more to you than just a name and a face". I feel very hesitant about telling him about myself. I nod over to his table letting him know we should sit there to talk before he starts questioning me. "Okay, so what do you want to know?". He shrugs a little, "I don't know what do you want me to know, actually scratch that I know you don't want to tell me anything". I laughed a little at his comment. Wow, I actually laughed at something he said I shock myself as well as him. "I love science, forensics is my specialty because I really want to be a forensic psychologist when I graduate college". He nods constantly. Ugh, he's that type of 'listener', the type that just smiles and nods. This is pointless. "Tell me some other things. What's your favorite things to watch", he asks but he sounds genuinely interested. "You're going to think I'm some sort of fandom girl but I like Harry Potter, Marvel, and The Walking Dead". "That's cool I guess, I've never really seen any of those". My jaw drops. Not one thing not even a second of any of it. Why am I wasting my time on this boy?

The bell rings to end study hall. Vincent gets out the door before me but waits for me so we can walk together. "I have two more things to ask, one of them I really need to clear up", he says, "When we were younger you always used to go dancing class after school. Do you still dance?". Yikes, it's been so long since I last danced I can't remember the last time someone brought it up when they were talking to me. "No, I don't dance anymore, when I started learning about forensics I loved it more than dance". He nodded then stopped walking, forcing me to stop in my track and turn to him. "Now for my last question, uh I saw you at the football game on Saturday, you looked like you didn't want to be bothered and you didn't like any of the players. Why not?"

I swallow hard and push my glasses up even though they weren't falling. I always do that when I get nervous. "I m going to be completely honest with you, I don't like your football friends and I didn't like you either", I say automatically regretting this as I turn to walk away but he catches my arm before I could leave. "Why not?  Did we do something to you? I mean come on we aren't bad people". I took a deep breath and told him, " I hate how they act. They act like they are all that and they constantly put down people that aren't as athletic as them or pretty as them or muscular as them or as thin as their cheer girls". He looks at me with sympathy, " I don't need your pity so if that's why you are trying to get to know me then you're wasting your time". He shakes his head " Why didn't you just try out for the cheer team if you wanted to fit in". I look at him with confusion and shake my head. Was he not listening? "First of all my thighs are bigger than their heads and second of all I don't want to fit in, I'm trying to make a point so I can stick up for the little boys and girls who don't think they have voice". I walk away leaving him speechless as I go to my next class.