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-Gwen Stacy-
"I'm gonna be completely honest when I say I don't junk I have your full attention." I tap my pencil on Peter's chem notebook to get him to look at me for once.
His eyes draw from my pencil to my eyes. "Sorry." He mumbles, noticing that he's drifting away.
We had been chemistry partners for three days now and I was having a lot of fun. Peter was an excellent scientist. He composed and solved the equations incredibly with no difficulty. I was impressed. More than I already was. Surprisingly.
"Look," I say, lifting the glass cylinder of blue liquid and bringing it over our red one. Peter's eyes follow my movements. I carefully tilt it and back away a bit so we both see the chemical reaction take place. Instantly the two liquids meet and unite causing it to bubble and turn into a light shade of purple.
"Incredible." I smile, taking notes on the reaction in my notebook. Peter doing the same. Science was amazing.
"You're better than me at this." He chuckles, drifting his eyes to his notebook once again. Liar. There's a reason he's number one and I'm not. Because clearly he's more intelligent. He's just too nice to straight out admit it, so I just shake my head, unamused.
I take the beakers and dump them out after showing our teacher. I rinse them off and return them to their designated spots. Once I reach my seat, I notice Peter's cleaned the remainder of the supplies and our table is already wiped clean. He pulls out his phone for a moment only to shove it back into his pocket a second later.
"You seem distracted." I state, removing my goggles and placing them back into the counter drawer. "Do you want to take a break for a bit?" I suggest. "Since we can't really move on it five minutes?"
"Sure." Peter grins at me for a second before his eyes continue to roam around the room til he finds the clock on the upper wall. His goggles are no longer on his face and I can clearly see somethings stressing him out.
"Are you okay?" I ask, genuinely meaning it.
"Yeah-h." His voice breaks for a moment. "Just looking forward to the weekend."
I nod, believing him. Maybe. I'm not sure maybe he's always like this. He seems riled up today. Somethings up or bothering him. And I don't blame him for not wanting to talk about personal stuff with a random girl he met last week.
"Any fun plans?" I decide to keep the conversation flowing to avoid an awkward silence. Oh shit that sounds like I'm asking him out. No why would i do that? It's too soon. He knows I'm just making convo right? Right.
