𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑨𝑵'𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶

𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵

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"This is so easy. Why can't Henry just use his two brain cells for once and answer the question correctly?"

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Vanessa's POV:

Charlotte flips her PearPad to show a photo from the table of elements. "Jasper?" She waits for him to answer.

"Boron. Atomic number five. Category, Metalloid." I smile and brush some hair off my shoulder.

Charlotte puts the PearPad down. "Ness, that question was meant for Jasper. You already answered a ton of them."

"I know, but it's just so fun!" I squeal and look back down at my PearPad.

Science is definitely my strong suit. Learning about Biology, and elements, and chemistry, it's all so fun!

Now I take my PearPad and flip it toward Henry.

"Canadium." He says and I raise an eyebrow. "A person from Canada...Mium. Personality, Canadian-ish."

I make a buzzer sound. "No. It's Cadmium. Atomic number forty-eight. Category, transition metal."

This is so easy. Why can't Henry just use his two brain cells for once and answer the question correctly?

Henry starts clapping his hands together. "Ooh, and once again, Vanessa gets the answer right." He says sarcastically.

"Shocker." Jasper joins in too.

Our classmate, Clifford, nods and claps along. "Didn't see that coming."

The three boys laugh a little more and then sigh.

"Yeah. Too bad I don't know the atomic number for idiot boys." I give them a look.

Charlotte high fives me. "Nice one."

"Oh!"

"Come on!"

"Please!"

Henry throws his hands into the air. "Good for you, Vanessa."

I roll my eyes and start digging through my bookbag.

"So, hey, what are we all doing Saturday night?" Henry asks.

Jasper, Charlotte, and Clifford all give each other looks.

"Nothin'. Why?" I look up from my bookbag.

Henry shrugs. "You guys wanna play miniature golf?"

"Sure."

"No."

"No."

"No."

Henry sighs. "Want to play enormous golf?"

My two friends and boyfriend eye each other until Charlotte finally speaks up.

"They're gonna find out." Charlotte sighs.

Jasper puts his hands in the air. "Well, I'm not telling 'em."

"What?"

"Not telling us what?"