𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝//𝐦. 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢

The very moment I walked into my chemistry class, I knew I was going to have an awful second semester. Irritated, I sat down in the chair that my teacher had assigned to me.
As far as I knew, it wasn't the class that was going to make this semester bad. It was my lab partner.