Mistaken

Chapter 3: The Chemistry Burn Book.

[Austin's POV]

I walked into the chemistry lab with Mr. Michaelson. "Class! Everybody line up shoulder to shoulder! Seat placement!" He yelled, stern yet kind. I stood beside a girl, looking at me flirtatiously. "Hi. I'm Monica." She said, twirling her hair. She had a thick 'Valley Girl' accent. "G'day.." I muttered, pushing one of my hands into my pocket, my other hand pulling slightly on my lip ring. She smiles, tapping me. "Austin, look at me-" She giggled, imitating my accent, "-Mate." I glared down to her. "Don't." I was cut off by Mr. Michaelson yelling "Logan! Austin! Row A, seats four and five!" I flinched at the loud outburst of sound. "Yes, sir.." I mumbled, sitting down beside Logan. "Well, we meet again, Pretty Boy." I grinned, and he looked up at me. "Well, we do." He smiled, and I noticed some make up on his face. "Hey.. Uhm, can I ask you something?" I grabbed my notebook, writing our names then looking back to him. "Uh, yeah! Anything!" His voice got high as he said that. "A-Are you gay?" I felt a slight blush creep upon my cheeks. He playfully nudged me. "Obviously. Silly." He added, "can't you tell?" He giggled. "Oh cool, I'm bisexual. Well, veering closer to gay than bi." I mumbled, apparently loud enough for him to hear. "Class!" Mr. Michaelson yelled. "We are dealing with highly flammable substances today! Please use caution!" I turned to Logan, standing up. "I'm hoping your smart, if not we're screwed." I said. "My GPA is 4.750 out of 5.0. I think I'm pretty damn smart, if I do say so myself." He giggled. Hmm, he loves giggling. I thought. "Take your red vial, and pour it into the beaker! Be sure not to have it too hot!" Mr. Michaelson yelled. Logan carefully dumped the contents of the vial into the beaker. I leaned against the desk. "So, Logan. How long have you been going here for?" I asked while studying the beaker's controls. "Uhm.. About 4 years. Since I was a freshman." He looked over at me. The boys behind us were fooling around like always. And we ignored them. I felt a tap on my shoulder, turning around. A group of the 'popular' girls were standing there. They all smelt like vanilla and were chewing spearmint gum. Oh, how I hated that smell. Why do girls want to smell like a dessert? "Hi. I'm Lexi." The girl standing in front of me said. She set her notebook upon our beaker, staring me down. "You're new. What's your name?" Logan was still furiously working in the back around. I had to admit, I liked that kid. Not like a boyfriend, yet... He was walking about the area, grabbing the right chemicals and pouring them in. "G'day. I'm Austin May." I said, resting my hand close to the beaker control panel. "You're Australian? OMG, THAT'S SO HOT!" She practically yelled in my ear. The boys behind us were still dicking around, yells of "PENIS!" being heard, then laughs. Logan scurried about, walking behind me. The boy behind us stuck his foot out, making Logan fall right into me. I fell, hitting the beaker to full blast. A loud "WHOSHING" sound was heard, and a spout of flames flew from the beaker. I hit my head against the table, Logan on my chest. "MY BOOK! I HAD ALL MY DRAWINGS OF HIM- I MEAN UH NOTES IN THERE!" Lexi yelled, stepping away from the beaker. "Austin, are you okay?" Pretty Boy asked. "I'm fine, erm.." I looked down at Logan. "Fix your skirt..." I blushed, and so did he. "Oh.. Sorry.." He stood up, patting down his skirt, and I pushed myself up. Mr. Michaelson ran to us. "May! Wilson! Detention!" He screamed. "My chemistry lab!" He yelled. "You will be paying for this!"