“You’re late.” Mr. Simon says in a blunt scowl. I  halt in the doorway, bracing my palm on the  wooden door frame. Heat started in my neck and  radiated upward into my cheeks. 

I shifted on my feet in discomfort. My green eyes  dart to the circular clock on the far wall. He was  right, I was exactly five minutes late. 

I move my eyes away from the clock to scan  around the cla*s. Everyone’s eyes were on me,  studying me, waiting for whatever excuse I would  give. 

But I didn’t have any, somehow my brain seemed  to not function properly this early. Or it was  probably the alcohol that still lingered in my body. 

“Sorry, it won’t happen again sir.” I said softly,  closing the wooden door behind me. 

“Just get to your partner and start working.” He  huffs, leaning back on the leather seat. 

I gulped and with a quick nod strutted to the back.  My head was lowered as I move around desks. I  could hear their whispering, their giggles of humor. 

It made me feel like a tiny ant under a microscope.  I hated it. 

“Since when do you come late to cla*s Ley?”  Blake’s voice has a teasing tone to it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I  hated that he affected me this much and I hated  that I couldn’t help it. 

before us. “Well there’s a first for  everything.” My attempt at humor seemed

 him. Kissing him last night shouldn’t have  happened. I should’ve never gone to the party in  the first

look at the contents on the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on the table. A dead frog was neatly placed inside  a decent size gla*s tray before me.

at the poor  animal. “What exactly are we supposed to be  doing?”

left panting for air  at the intensity it held. He looked different,  something about him was different, but I

trailing down to his lips. Lips that  felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I  draw in a breath and tear

 horror as I snap my eyes to Mr

furrowed in  confusion

suggest  you start dissecting.” He hisses and

Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming

be awkward after all.  Maybe it didn’t affect him the way that it had done  to me. Maybe Blake had forgotten all about it. And  why does that thought hurt?

the gloves that Blake kindly placed  before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger then

you seen Ryan?” I asks, trying to make  conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. I wanted

make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried  to hide it but I could sense

early for  school?” He

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