Chapter 5 // "Stop touching my bits and bobs"
"Today class we shall be doing an experiment" I look up at the teacher. Is she mad? Her face is glowing with happiness, probably because this means she doesn't have to teach the class today.
Those are the dreaded words I never want to hear come out of her mouth.
"And before I do anything else. Who would like to be a safe and responsible partner for Crescent?" What can I say I'm so special. I know Miss Anderson adores me but she is also very wary of me.
Who am I kidding I'm the biggest klutz on the planet?
Some unfortunate person is going to be my lab partner today and they're probably going to lose a finger or two or I might end up blowing off their heads.
I may be one of the highest achieving chemistry students in the school and I might get full marks in every test. But when it comes to experiments, I can't do them. So far in this semester, we haven't had the need to do any but now the time has come.
At first, I would just break a beaker....or maybe 10. But eventually, it's gotten to a point where I have set off the fire alarm, but don't worry there was no physical fire.
Miss Anderson face lights up like a Christmas tree as someone puts there hand up. I look around to see who would be daft enough.....
Elliott. There is a full-blown smirk on his face. His shining blue eyes, filled with mischief, looking straight at me as he runs a hand through his hair because everyone's attention is on him.
I glare at him which makes his smirk widen.
"Mr Grayson are you sure because I don't think you fit the category of either safe nor responsible?"
At the back of the class sits Elliott and Carter and their life goal is to drive the teacher completely insane. So far they're doing really well in achieving this goal.
"Of course miss. Are you calling me irresponsible?"
"No, I don't think I mentioned the word irresponsible Mr. Grayson. And I'd advise you to keep your mouth shut unless you want a detention. I really don't think you'd want to miss your football practices when you have a game only a week away, now would you Elliott?" He opens his mouth ready to snap at her but quickly closes it.
When it comes to football Elliott will sacrifice anything.
Football is his heart and soul. And because he is our star quarterback, he is loved by all.
We move around so we are sitting next to our partners.
"Hey bay" Elliott sits down on the tall science chair and shuffles it really close to me. Too close.
I can smell his fresh cologne. The sweet and warm scent invades all my senses.
I decide to ignore him and carry on writing, though the smell is making me feel dazed.
"What kind of person would name their child Crescent Bay Dawson?"
I huff out. How many times do I have to explain this story?
"I'm named after a beach in Los Angeles, Crescent Bay Beach. It's also known as Laguna Beach. My parents named me after it because that's where my dad proposed to my mom. It's also the name of the best holister spray"
"You're named after a beach. Your parents must have been drunk when they named you" He sniggers.
"What kind of name is Elliott Grayson anyway" I scoff."You sound like some kind of werewolf "
"If I was a werewolf, I'd bite you first"
"Turn to page 71 class" Our teacher shouts out.
Behind me Carter sniggers, then Elliott joins in.
"You are so immature " I shake my head.
"Wait class turn to page 69"
"OH MY GOD !! Don't even start" I sigh as Elliott and Carter pee themselves laughing.
Our teacher decides to ignore them and turn back to her computer.
Lucky her! I'm stuck sitting next to this delinquent.
I copy down the table as Elliott shouts out more inappropriate comments. This boy needs to wash his mouth with soap because it is dirtier than a hamsters cage.
Elliott begins to fiddle with my pencil case. The sound of rattling is seriously doing my head in.
"Stop touching my bits and bobs" I grasp his wrist and hold it away from my pencil case.
Only one second later do I realise what I just said and that my hand is gripping on to his warm skin.
The embarrassment is soul-crushing, I just want to melt into a puddle and die.
I and Elliott eventually go to the back of the class to begin our experiment, I put the goggles over my eyes.
He looks at me and laughs. "You look like a fish with those goggles on"
"Shut up you dumbass. Now do we add the blue stuff then the black stuff then add the powder?"
"Only if you want to blow up"
He puts his arms around either side of me and presses himself against me.
I feel a blush rise on my cheeks but I mentally slap myself for being so immature. My eyes widen and I bite the inside of my cheek, as he places his sharp jaw on my shoulder.
"Mr Grayson and Miss Dawson, what do you think you're doing?" Miss Anderson asks as she looks slightly flushed.
I look around to see everyone looking at us and I realise how inappropriate we look.
"They're doing position 71. Doggy-style against the desk"
"CARTER DICKSON STAND OUTSIDE MY CLASS" Miss Anderson shrieks.
She walks out the class with Carter in front of her.
I jerk my shoulder and try to shove Elliott away.
"Oww!!" Elliott gasps holding his chin.
"You made me bite my tongue" He stutters as I laugh at his pain.
He turns the tap on and rinses the blood out of his mouth.
"Oh my, I leave the class for 5 seconds to tell one incompetent delinquent off and I find the other drinking unsanitary tap water" Miss Anderson sighs as she walks back in the class.
Elliott wipes his mouth and smiles. "Don't worry I've had a lot more unsanitary things in my mouth"
That is it. I am done. Does this guy have to turn everything sexual? Is there an off button?
I shove Elliott "If one more inappropriate word leaves your mouth. I'm going to get duct tape"
He wiggles his eyebrows "Now that sounds like something I want to experience" I groan in frustration.
I randomly pour 2 liquids together and add the black powder seeing as Elliott is no help whatsoever.
The liquid begins to bubble and fizz. It begins to rise in the beaker.
"Em......Elliott" I call. He walks over with a huge grin on his face until he sees the beaker.
Suddenly the contents splash out. I gasp as does Elliott.
I wipe my goggles, my mouth wide open in shock. Elliott's expression mirrors mine.
"It's all sticky and it's everywhere" I groan.
"That's what she said" Carter sneers. I shoot him a look.
"I am going to punch you both so hard that you'll go back to 1922"
"I'm sorry babe could you repeat that I can't take you seriously with all that white stuff on your face" Elliott smirks. His blue eyes staring right into my dark brown ones. I give him my worst possible glare.
"That's what he said"
I am officially done here.
Author not:
I dunno why but this is my favourite chapter so far !! It's shorter than usual but I love it.
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