You sneak back on to campus just in time for second hour to begin. Turns out you have Chemistry 12. Great. The one class you flunked when you were in school. You were a writer, for fuck's sake, not a chemist.
When you walk into class, you see that all the students are paired off in groups at their lab stations. You look around confused. Suddenly, the teacher, Mr. Pinsky, approaches.
"Oh, you must be Jace," he says, shaking your hand. Somehow, you naturally give him a look that says "Why are you talking to me. You are so not cool enough to talk to me." Seems you're warming up quickly to this high school thing.
"I have you at lab station 12. I had one odd girl in a trio group for the whole year, but now that you're here, you'll have a partner."
He points out station 12, and your eyes get huge. You see an auburn-haired beauty tying on an apron and getting ready for class. She has perhaps the most perfect body you've laid eyes on - about 5'9", a super slim waist and a pair of C to D cup tits that jut out proudly from her chest and look huge on her slim frame. She looks in your direction and her spiral-curled auburn hair whips at you. She looks you up and down in an instant and smiles. Calmly, you walk over.
"Jace," you say, volunteering your gay-sounding name and extending your hand. "Haleigh. With an 'eigh.'" You shake hands and you drink in her baby blue eyes. Fuck the story. You just might be in love. |