Sydney
By the end of school, I was sitting at my desk staring at my chemistry notebook like it carried a virus.
And I could swear I’d never been so scared of a piece of paper in my life.
The assignment was due tomorrow, and just during the last class, I’d realized Dean didn’t have a copy of the reaction results.
And you might be wondering why that’s so important.
The reason is, we weren’t paired for nothing.
As a group, we had to submit the assignment together—with the same results written in both our notebooks.
And being the unserious jock that he was, Dean hadn’t even bothered asking for it. He just rushed out of class with everyone else once the last bell rang.
Now I’m sitting alone in class, searching for a strategy, a plan or a way out other than walking down to the gym to ha
