Life Through Rose-Colored Glasses(Slowly Editing)

CHAPTER 11 |NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM|

"Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life." -Mark Twain

Here's a picture of Quinn as Alexis Jordan. Beautiful nah? *.* I wished my hair was like that.

The song is Blank Space by the Queen Taylor Swift. I'm so obssessed with this song lately :D

Read, enjoy, vote and comment. Oh and I gave you a longer chapter today ;)

P.S: Feel free to point out the mistakes ;)

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April

Fuck!

I was repeatedly banging my head with my biology textbook as I headed to my locker.

"Surprise test!" Mrs. Dhunnoo has announced to the class today.

I'm definitely failing for that biology test about Hereditary and Molecular Genetics.

How am I supposed to know how to "genetically engineer a transgenic bacterium that express the gene for human insulin"?

How am I supposed to know that? I'm still a seventeen years old that can't find her matching pair of socks in the morning.

I opened the door of my locker and took out my books for the next class.

"It was E.coli bacteria," someone said beside me while he was searching through his locker.

"Sorry," I asked confused.

"The plasmid was supposed to be mixed with E.coli bacteria," he said before closing his locker.

Please. Not him.

Ughh!

"You wrote Bacteriophage on your sheet of paper which is irrelevant. The name you were looking for was E.coli bacteria," Scott smirked, while confusion was written all over my face.

"And how do you know what I wrote or not? Were you trying to cheat?" I questioned, closing my locker.

"Why would I cheat if I already knew the answers?" he bit his lower lip. "By the way, all your answers were wrong."

Oh.

I think I just got a mini heart attack.

"I don't care if my answers were wrong or not. What I want to know is why were you looking on my sheet of paper?" I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest.

I was taken by surprised as he placed his index finger on my lips for me to shut up. 

"Do you hear that?" he questioned, the scent of his cologne hitting me.

Peppermint.

"It's  the sound of me not giving a fuck about what you say," he laughed, while I sent him death glares.

I think that's the best time for this motherfucker to fuck off before I went all ninja style on his ass.

Realizing that I could explode in any a minute, he backed away, still laughing.

"Wait. Why were you looking at my sheet of paper though? You're a stalker or what?" I asked, as he was going.

Unaware of his sudden movement, I backed off as he got nearer to me with an arrogant and cocky smirk on his face.

I realized that I could not back away further more as my back hit against the door of my locker. Scott came closer to me and pressed his left hand against the door my locker, hovering over me. He got nearer, caging me in, biting his lower lip as his dark brown eyes roamed over my intriguing face.