Chemistry.

You are sitting down alone at the two seater desk, pensively fidgeting as you once again check the strangely ornate clock on the wall of the chemistry classroom just above the blackboard.

It reads 8 minutes ahead of where the class actually began and because of that, you are going to sit next to your crush, Dana, on account of everyone else pairing up in advance to make certain that they wouldn't have to sit next to the dreaded, sexy punk of a school bully.

The teacher, who was a strangely ornate, old man known as "Mr Travis" looked over to the door upon hearing the footfalls of a pair of studded leather boots, your ears pricking up as well.

The elderly teacher *tsks* the tall brunette and informs her, "class is under way, Dana, your partner is more than halfway done setting up. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

She rolls her eyes, and says "I got held up." with a brusque tone as she walks over next to you and gets right into the class work.

It's not much later, when you're mixing the solution that she was surprisingly helpful in concocting, that she leans over and says to you. "hey, are you sure you should be mixing that so fast?"

You turn towards her and reply "It says to on the board, is there a reason I shouldn't be?" Not noticing the flask beginning to bubble over.

What you didn't know is that the reason she was late for class is because she was preparing a way to alter the recipe for the chemistry project.

"Woah! Watch what you're doing!" She shouts out just before the solution erupts out of the flask, getting all over your snug fitting button up shirt and black jeans.

You stand up with a start, freaking out but...