17• Magnetic

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Mason, Corey and i stay behind after school for extra credit.

Corey and me still don't understand what we're doing in physics and i'm pretty sure Mason's here for Corey.

''Okay, now stir the iron fillings'' Mason says to Corey and i copy with my own mixture.

''How is this supposed to work?'' Corey asks adding them to his bowl.

Mason turns to look at Corey explaining ''the ferromagnetic properties are gonna interact with...'' he stops as everyone in the room including me stare at him amazed.

He chuckles ''don't worry it works, just make sure that all the iron oxide is completely absorbed'' he says to everyone, picking up Corey's mixture.

''How come you're here if you already know this?'' Corey asks suspiciously as i stare at my own slime confused.

''Know it? he's practically teaching it'' i scoff not looking up from the slop in my hands.

''Well uh this is my favourite physics lab'' Mason lies, still working on Corey's slime.

''We're all here for the extra credit, i mean don't you have like a four point something?'' Corey asks.

''4.9'' Mason says quickly looking at his boyfriend sheepishly, i look up from my hands shocked.

''I didn't even know it went that high'' i mumble quietly.

''I'm stuck at 2.7'' Corey says sadly.

''Also 2.7'' i join in and Corey smiles at me tiredly.

''Hey look you work two jobs and dying didn't exactly help your GPA'' Mason comforts Corey.

''And i'm just bad at Physics'' i laugh making them chuckle.

''So I don't know, all you need is just a little help'' Mason says finishing Corey's magnetic slime.

Corey smirks ''you're doing this for me'' he says in realisation.

Mason stares at him ''a-are you mad?'' he asks worried.

''Furious" Corey leans in kissing him.

''You guys are perfect'' i mumble in awe, leaning on my hand.

Mason smiles happily, ''Okay'' he says as Corey adds a small magnet to the slime.

It flies into the smile and we laugh.

''It worked!'' i say excitedly, suddenly a pair of scissors move across the desk towards the slime.

Mason stammers as we freeze staring at it

''is it supposed to be that strong?'' Corey asks nervously.

"Something tells me no'' i say leaning away from it.

A large pair of tongs scrape across the table to the slime too, everyone's bunsen burners and stands shoot along with everything else metal on the desk.

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