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āMs. Crenshaw said that we should add it slowly,ā Booker grabbed the other tube filled with vinegar. Why, oh why did the teacher let them pick their lab partner today?
āBut that wouldnāt be fun!ā Ryan tipped the test tube into the beaker of water.
Why, oh why were they friends? āSheāll fail us,ā Booker grabbed Ryanās gloved hand. Ryan, being the larger of the boys, resisted.
āSo? Donāt you wanna know what happens? I bet it explodes!ā Ryan stopped pouring, āDude, youāre like holding my hand. I didnāt know you felt that way.ā
Booker pulled his hand back and stared longingly across the lab. His assigned lab partner, the girl he usually worked with, had her back turned to him.
Kiera. She was pretty, or so his mom said, but to him she was terrifying. She had icy blue eyes and she would snip at him if he touched anything on the bench. āDonāt adjust the Bunsen burner. I set it how I like,ā she would grouse, āYouāre doing that wrong. Quit talking so much.ā
He never understood that last one. He was quiet, and even more so when he was around girls.
He hated working with her, but at least she didnāt spill caustic chemicals on the lab bench. Booker doused the spot with vinegar, then wiped it with a towel, āWhy donāt you let me pour, and you can stir?ā
āNo, you stir,ā Ryan tipped the test tube again.
Booker sighed and stirred with the glass thermometer.
āIf you are doing this right,ā Ms. Crenshaw stopped at the bench next to theirs, āYou should start to observe a change.ā She moved on to stand in front of them, āThink, why did I give you a thermometer?ā
Booker looked down. The red line inside the glass had risen. He stooped to pull his notebook out of his backpack.
āWell, that was boring,ā Ryan pulled a pen out of his pocket, āThatās all it does? Heat up?ā
āDonāt you remember what Ms. Crenshaw said?ā Booker wrote his name at the top of the paper, āWhen something heats up, itās having a chemical reaction.ā
Ms. Crenshaw moved back to the front of the room. āWhat is the chemical formula for water?ā She uncapped her whiteboard marker.
Booker wrote H2O on his paper. Ryan used his pen to pry at a seam on the lab bench.
āAnd we added sodium hydroxide to it, which is . . .ā
āNaOH,ā someone volunteered.
āFor your homework, I want you to answer, is it exothermic or endothermic? Using the chart on page 159 of your books, I want you to tell me the change in kilojoules per mole. Leave your beakers at your lab station. Weāll be using them tomorrow as well.ā
Ryan groaned and slumped across the bench. Booker tried to ignore him, but Ryanās hand was on his notebook. Too late he saw Ryanās pen. As he snatched his notebook away it left a line across his homework. āYouāre such a pain,ā Booker closed his notebook, āNow I have to write it over again.ā
āWhy?ā Ryan took off his goggles. They left a crease in his face across the bridge of his nose.
āI canāt turn it in with the word āboringā on the top, even if it is upside down.ā
āI was just having fun with you,ā Ryan took off his gloves, āAnyway, class is over. Donāt you usually rush out?ā
He did. Panicked, Booker looked at the clock. Passing time was short. He took off his goggles and gloves and washed his hands. Sitting at his desk, he removed his thick-lensed glasses and placed them in a case. His contacts were nestled in their cups, and as he scooped one out, another student pushed past him.
āOh, no,ā Booker gasped. The contact had vanished from his fingertip.
āOh, no yourself, Booker.ā
Even though he couldnāt see, Booker knew who it was. He could tell by the way she said his name as if it were a curse word.
Kiera.
He should have said something, but all he managed was, āUh.ā His contact lens floated away, attached to Kieraās hair, while he was quite literally in a blind panic.
By the time he had inserted his sole remaining contact, Kiera was gone. Booker squinted at the board, then closed one eye. It was no use, he couldnāt see without both lenses.
Instead of going to class, he felt his way to music rooms next to the gym. Students milled in the hallway, their blurry shapes complicated by sparkling metal horns.
āWhy do you look like you just ate a lemon?ā A blur asked him.
Another blur leaned in, āAre you new?ā
āBooker, why are you here?ā Kieraās voice was like a trumpet.
āThereās something I need to check,ā he leaned in close, allowing his eyes to focus. There it was, in her hair, the small plastic disc curling around the edges as it dried. Plucking his contact from her hair, Booker realized how glazed Kieraās eyes were.
He was too terrified to speak.
They would have stayed like that, Booker frozen, his face inches from Kieraās had not a tuba player oompahed in their direction. Kieraās eyes hardened into sapphires, āShut-up, Booker.ā
With as much dignity as he could summon, Booker marched back down the hall. As he rounded the corner, something tangled itself around his legs and sent him sprawling.
āHave a nice fall,ā Ryan grinned down at him.
āClever,ā Booker opened his hand. The contact was still there, folded in half, the edges crimped like a seashell.
āDude,ā Ryan crossed his arms, āare you like having a āthermic reaction?ā
āWhat?ā
āYouāre blushing.ā
āOh,ā Booker put his cheek on the linoleum, āYou know Kiera?ā
āYour super-uptight lab partner? Yeah.ā
āI think I just almost kissed her.ā