Before we seal our plans with a kiss, Alex clears his throat in front of us. "No PDA. School rules. Besides, she's my partner, dickhead. Not yours."
"Shut up, Fuentes," Colin mutters, then joins Darlene.
I put my hand on my hip and glare at Alex. "Since when are you so concerned with school rules?"
"Since you became my chem partner. Outside chemistry, you're his. In chemistry, you're mine."
"Want to find your club and pull me by my hair into the library?"
"I'm not a Neanderthal. Your boyfriend is the ape, not me."
"Then stop acting like one." All of the work tables in the library are taken, so we're forced to find a corner in the back of the library in the secluded nonfiction section and sit on the carpet. I set my books down and realize Alex is starting at me, almost as if he stares long enough he might be able to see the real me. No chance of that because I hide my true self from everyone.
I stare back, because two can play this game. On the surface he's impermeable, except a scar above his left brow tells the truth…he's human. His shirt outlines muscles you can get only from manual labor or working out regularly.
When my eyes meet his gaze as we're sitting here staring at each other, time stops. Those eyes are piercing mine, and I can swear at this moment he senses the real me. The one without the attitude, without the façade. Just Brittany.
"Shut up, Fuentes," Colin mutters, then joins Darlene.
I put my hand on my hip and glare at Alex. "Since when are you so concerned with school rules?"
"Since you became my chem partner. Outside chemistry, you're his. In chemistry, you're mine."
"Want to find your club and pull me by my hair into the library?"
"I'm not a Neanderthal. Your boyfriend is the ape, not me."
"Then stop acting like one." All of the work tables in the library are taken, so we're forced to find a corner in the back of the library in the secluded nonfiction section and sit on the carpet. I set my books down and realize Alex is starting at me, almost as if he stares long enough he might be able to see the real me. No chance of that because I hide my true self from everyone.
I stare back, because two can play this game. On the surface he's impermeable, except a scar above his left brow tells the truth…he's human. His shirt outlines muscles you can get only from manual labor or working out regularly.
When my eyes meet his gaze as we're sitting here staring at each other, time stops. Those eyes are piercing mine, and I can swear at this moment he senses the real me. The one without the attitude, without the façade. Just Brittany.
( Simone Elkeles )
[ Perfect Chemistry ]
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