CHAPTER SIXProblems
After AP Calc, I have two more classes before lunch, Chemistry and French. Celeste and I say goodbye to each other after Calculus ends, and I admit that I wear a smile all the way to the science labs on the other side of the school.
I pick a table near the front and sit down on the metal stool. The table has a high-neck faucet and sink, and there are two gas nozzles, probably for the Bunsen burners.
Since there are two chairs to a table, I wait for someone else to sit down. I assume that we’ll be partners.
The class fills up, and no one is taking the empty stool. Maybe I should have sat with someone else when I came in. Maybe it was a mistake making someone choose me.
Just before the bell rings, and I’ve resigned myself to non-partnership, a guy sits next to me. I
