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Dana Imagine for Lixa

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~ Alana

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"Everyone, settle down! It's time to assign you your Chemistry project partners!" Your teacher's snappy voice echoes across the room, and your and your friends turn with a scowl as she waits impatiently, clutching a Chemistry Honors book against her chest.

As soon as everyone has stopped talking, or rather yelling, amongst themselves, she pushes her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose, a slight sneer to her tone.

"I've taken the liberty to assign your new lab partner this semester. There will be no trading, no whining, and no new partners. Are we clear?"

Everyone groans and nods silently. You pout. You already knew that she hated you, and you do anything in her power to pair you up with someone you absolutely despised, You scan the room for potential good partners. There was David, but her was a bit of an airhead. Maybe Will. Yes, definitely. He was the smartest kid in the grade. Some might call him and overachiever, but it came naturally to him. You crossed your fingers underneath the table, hoping that you weren't paired with some deadbeat that'd make you do all the work yourself.

"Cassidy and Cole, Kianna and Mason, Lixa and Dana, Will and David, Harmony and Ava..."

Your heart drops. Lixa and who-the-fuck? Your eyes dart around the room, only to be met with a round pair of innocent, brown ones, shadowed over by a snapback.

"Mr. Vaughns, I've told you countless times: no hats in class."

His cheeks heat up, and he rips it off, revealing a head of curly, brown hair. He mumbles something under his breath, adn a knot forms in your stomach. You had to be stuck with the one person who couldn't care less about his grades, and couldn't care more about his sneaker game. 

Everyone else is meeting with their partners to discuss project ideas, and you sort of just sit there, praying to fade away and not have to say a word to him. Surprisingly, he approaches you first.

"Hey partner," he says, sighing and forcing a smile. "You have any ideas? 'Cause I don't."

You glare at him. "If you think you're gonna sit back and make me do all the work, and still expect credit for it, you're wrong."

He shrugs. "That's not what I meant."

You cross your arms. "Well that's what I was pickin' up, Sneakerhead."

He looks at you with an unreadable stare, unfazedd by your comment. He leans forward, his big, brown eyes piercing into you.

"You'd be a whole lot prettier if you weren't so mean."

"What?!"

He leans back, kicking his feet up purposely so that you see his sneakers.

"Nothing."

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~ Alana