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Chapter 5:An Accident

Today's the day. Let's get this over with. I pick out a formal outfit to look professional. It may sound like I'm extra, but it was part of the criteria. Apparently, appearance matters in the lab. I thought scientists could look like they haven't showered in a month since they'd be stuck in the lab researching and wouldn't go out.

I wear a striped, light blue, button-up shirt with elbow-length sleeves; a black fitted, pencil skirt with a slit on the side; and a pair of one-inch high, nude pumps. Lastly, I put my hair up in a ponytail and head to school confidently.

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I go to my locker to get my books when Roxie comes from behind and jumps on me. "Whatchu doing dressed so formally?" she whispers into my ear, making me giggle. I turn around to look at what she's wearing to see that she's just wearing light pink trousers with a bow on the waistline and a tucked-in, plain white, button-up shirt paired with some black ballet flats.

"I'm dressed like so," I gesture my hands towards my body, "because in the criteria, it said to look professional."

"So are you saying I'm not dressed like an expert Chemist?" she gasps, feigning offense. "Don't talk to me, Miss Perfect." She puts her hand up, turning her face away from me.

"Aw, come on, don't be like that. I know you love me, Roxie!" I coo, clinging onto her. We both laugh and head to our classes. Since Chemistry is 4th period, I have to go to classes dressed in the clothes I picked for it.

I didn't think about bringing extra clothes so that when it's time for class, I could just change into the 'professional' clothes then. Instead, I'm stuck with walking around in the tight pencil skirt through all three periods before lunch. Why am I so dumb? Don't answer that.

When lunch came around, I lay my head on the lunch table, tired from walking in heels for half the day. "This is why I wore flats, girl," Roxie says as she sits down next to me. "Here, eat some of my ice cream. You'll feel better after." She feeds me as a mother would to a baby.

"Can I join you guys?" We turn around to see who is asking. Kendall was standing right there looking like the CEO of a freaking company. He is dressed in a black suit with his hair styled professionally. He makes me feel inferior to him, which I am. I look at myself, embarrassed that I'm wearing these clothes, embarrassed that I have the audacity to stand next to a stylish man like Kendall himself.

He stands there waiting for a response that permits him to sit with us, which makes no sense because he could choose any table he wanted without asking permission, but he decided to choose ours.

"Of course you can, Kendall!" Roxie exclaims with a big smile on her face. He starts walking to the other side of the table when Roxie abruptly stands up and crawls under the table to cross to the other side and settle down. "Oh sorry, I just want a whole bench to myself right now. You can sit with Violet over there though." She points at me, her eyes glinting in mischief.

It was obvious what she was trying to do, but I didn't stop her because I knew if I did, it wouldn't end well. I remember back in freshman year when I first met her, she was such a confident girl. The totally and utterly complete opposite of me. We both had a crush on a guy in our class, and we decided to just ignore him for the sake of our friendship.

Then one day, he came up to me and confessed. Roxie, being the amazing and understanding friend, supported us. Later on, we found out it was a bet his friends made him do because they knew we liked him. Roxie was so furious she decided to put itching powder in his clothes during gym class. I tried to stop her, but we ended up spilling the powder over ourselves.

We were caught in the boy's locker room by the coach and got detention. We were itching for a week. I warned Roxie not to do things that extreme anymore. She said she'd try but couldn't promise anything. This is why if anything serious happens, I don't tell her anymore unless I trust that she wouldn't flip out over it.