Natalie's pov
I hated not understanding people.
Chemistry made more sense.
If you mixed the wrong compounds together, something exploded. If you increased temperature, reactions accelerated.
Simple.
People weren't. People wake up one morning and decide to become entirely different people without bothering to submit an explanation.
Why was Kian Lawley acting the way he was?
I was halfway through Analytical Chemistry when I realized I'd spent ten straight minutes writing the same sentence.
“Mechanism of…”
Then nothing.
My pen hovered over the page.
I sighed.
“You're thinking about him,” Allison's voice came to me, quiet, in the library.
I looked sideways.
Allison wasn't even pretending to take notes anymore.
“I'm thinking about murdering him,” I corrected.
She nodded though
