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n1k1tty · 2 years

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012 - we never changed (written!)

the moment jake sent that message about meeting up in the library, you haven’t been able to focus that whole weekend. your mom often looked at you with concern in her eyes whenever you would squeal out of the blue thinking about having to spend some time in the library with your ex boyfriend jake. just like the old times.

“yn what’s up with you lately? every time i pass by, it’s like a rat bit your butt” your mom laughed as you choked on your cereals “okay i cant hold it in anymore! mom, i have jake in my physics class and… he decided to help me out with my grades” your mom snorts, knowing where this is going. she liked jake, a lot. and she was more than depressed when you told her that you and jake were over.

he left a very good impression on your family, heck even your dad was kind of upset that it didn’t work out, he was really going to miss grilling barbecue outside and talking about sports. and your heart utterly broke when your little sister had asked you when could jake come over next, often bringing him up in random conversations not knowing that you and him had broken up.

“im glad he still offers to help you out with physics. jakes a great guy. you should definitely get back-“ you squint your eyes, groaning “mom, no” she pouts “fine,” she takes your bowl away, back facing you as she tilts her head “im just saying, you should give that guy another chance. he makes you really happy, yn, im sure of that”

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so you’ve thought about it, again, and again, and again. until it was written 4:26am on your clock and you couldn’t sleep at all. this whole study date ordeal had been stuck in your mind as if it was to mock you. you were stressing so hard, your palms sweaty thinking about what could happen in the library after school.

you were scared, more than anything. scared that you would find yourself not being able to let go of jake the moment you experience what it’s like being his lover once again.

because before all this mess had been created, you had found comfort in the study dates jake would force you to go to. and secretly, you found yourself looking forward to it.

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the whole day you were anxious, not being able to focus on other activities, heck you almost spilled a chemical during a chemistry lab thinking about jake.

and now the time has come. you found yourself intentionally taking your time opening your locker and ‘accidentally’ getting the code wrong. peaking your head through your locker door to see if jake was in your vicinity.

“you’re taking your sweet time aren’t you?” jake chuckles, sending you to jump and hitting your head on the locker door, with him asking if you’re okay right after “shut up, i guess i’m just tired today” you felt yourself breathing heavily, it felt too much to take in.

“i got a blink of sleep” you finally closed your locker, jake following behind you as you nervously walk together to the library “it does seem like it” he jokes, causing you to smack his arm “it’s your fault, jackass”

his giggle that makes your heart swoon no matter how many times you’ve heard it. “how is it my fault? i went to bed at like 3am” jake was aching to wrap his arm around your waist, but he knew it was somehow crossing the line. i guess it was just a force of habit, and he was fully aware of how touchy he got with you, and it saddens him that he couldn’t do those things with you anymore. and it left him thinking, wondering in his own world.

where did things go wrong?

“yeah well i was about to fall asleep until you sent me a message basically THREATENING me to go to the library” he rolls his eyes, opening the door for you, mumbling a small thanks before he continued the conversation “for one, i did not threaten you, i specifically said ‘you’re coming tomorrow whether you like it or not’” he defends himself “sounds like a threat to me” you both laugh

and there was the usual spot, the one close to the window with cushioned chairs and a small potted plant that you both named jeremy. it had grown a whole lot, and somehow how you felt emotional seeing it grow so much without the both of you witnessing it.

it was almost like you got a flashback of all the moments that ever happened in that very spot, and you know jake felt his heart beat just as fast as yours. you both sat, gulping as you awkwardly take out your textbooks and notes “so… which part are you exactly confused about?”

“everything..?” he chuckles, shaking his head with a big grin on his face “i knew it! why did i even bother asking”

and as you get shushed by the librarian over a million times, snickering and doodling on each other’s notes you finally accepted the fact that.

we never changed

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a/n: not proofread btw😔 i wrote this in one sitting bcs i needed to the other chapters LOLZ

SYNOPSIS a couple creates summers filled with so much emotions; happiness, sadness, regret, and jealousy. jake and yn, who were so in love, had suddenly brought the news that you’ve broken up. as the anniversary of the heart wrenching break up awaits, neither of you have really moved on. and your number one supporter, yuna, does everything in her power to mend the broken hearts and create a happy ending for the best couple on the yearbook 2021.

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carry-on-my-wayward-butt · 4 years

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He did? Umm.. what happened exactly?

(referring to this post)

my 11th grade chemistry teacher had an associates degree in liberal arts.

you know how in virtually every class you’ve ever had since middle school, your teachers made a big stink about the syllabus? she didn’t have one. this was her first teaching job, which she got because of her length experience as a substitute, not by her licensing qualifications. we were, at first, excited to have her, because she was a “fun sub” and we were 17 years old and stupid as all shit. we were the “normal chem” class in a system where the only other options were “honors chem” which was filled with children who actually know how to study (or cheat) and have an air of proper student activity, and “AP Chem”, which is clear enough if you’ve been an american student in the last 15 years.

she followed the mcgraw hill chemistry book in order of chapters, despite the fact that our state standardized tests did several of the chapters out of order. ever notice how you’ll suddenly be looking at chapter 11 when just last week you were on chapter 5, then the next week you’re on chapter 8? standardized testing is the reason. anyways by asking my friends in other classes who had chemistry teachers of relative competence, i was able to discern which chapters i should focus on, and while she was distracted with literally watching youtube videos all period, I was turning around in my seat and walking across the classroom helping my friends and enemies with the packets. (she was a two-packets-a-week kinda teacher.)

yes i said enemies too. the people i hated, i hated because they were sons of bitches i wouldnt piss on to put out a fire. i hated them so dearly i used to pray to god that they would bump into me so i could throw myself into the concrete and split my forehead open and get them expelled due to the blood-clause of our “zero-tolerance policy”. two of the kids in my class had, only the previous year, attempted to set my hair on fire.

i hated the teacher more.

it gave me extreme pleasure to see her fume and clench her fists when a student would say “i need help” across the classroom and she would move to get up and they would say “oh not you miss, im waiting for vicky.” jesus christ the only time ive ever felt a comparable high was when i was at a halloween party in college where i was literally so zooted i couldn’t move.

it got worse over time, her getting more and more angry, my ego growing larger and larger. i was a huge bitch in high school, i really thought i was the smartest bitch in the room at any given moment. severe main character syndrome. imagine that kind of person actually being right for 45 minutes out of every day. can you even comprehend the kind of frustration that would create? in a room full of little sociopaths who dont give a shit about anything but getting this joke of a class over with so they can graduate? your first real teaching job and they look right past you, the teacher, to this annoying little shit whose grades are completely abysmal? how are they managing to learn anything from a child who can barely speak in front of more than 10 people? who turns cherry red in the face of literally every authority figure in the building except you? who can’t concentrate and stay still in one spot for more than five minutes? all of your other classes behave! they listen! they sit down and shut up and do the packets! so what fucking gives!!!

so you say “fine, since you all HATE ME so much i just won’t teach then!!!” on literally week fucking ten of teaching. and instead of prostrating themselves before you, begging you to like... point at transparencies and read directly from powerpoints i guess.

and they all collectively say “okay” and let the chipmunk child flutter between desks and help them memorize formulas and mnemonic devices and shit. surely her grades will suffer if she’s constantly dealing with other people and you’ll have justification that her horseshit is “distracting” and “a detriment to her studies”. she got bored gave up on that after two days after nothing changed.

then we did the midterm.

except at the end of the exam packet was something we never learned because again, she was going through the book chronologically. because i actually enjoyed the chem book (so much that i stole it when the year was up lmao), i knew the material.

it was about lewis dots/structures. i couldn’t tell you a damn thing about it today but in december 2010 i absolutely knew that shit. i didnt have too much of a problem with it in the exam, but the students who had gotten to that point were complaining and at first she pulled that “you should have been studying independently uwu” shit but the class was about to get loud during exam period so she shushed us and said that when we get to that point, just stop, and she’ll mark it correct during grading, no harm no foul just keep it quiet. one of the more confrontational students called horseshit and said theres no way we’re trusting that and there’s definitely no way anyone will keep an entire classroom cheating at the instruction of the teacher quiet.

i offered to teach it.

she scoffed, rolled eyes, said “sure fine but you can’t get your exam back” and i said “okay.” so when everyone was to the point in the exam, we piled them all on her desk and i used the whiteboard to briefly and quietly explain lewis dots, used the book examples and problems, and helped the other kids understand. there were a couple exam questions that were lifted straight from the book problems so i skipped those. while teaching i realized i had gotten a couple wrong which sucked :( it was an incredibly stupid experience overall, and no teacher worth the paper their certification is printed on would have allowed that to happen. and fucking yet.

anyways everyone but me got their exams back and finished it and many of us passed, only a few of them did particularly well.

discussing the chem exam with friends who also took the chem exam, many students found their anecdote about the lewis dots to be confounding, for you see, the exam we took was not, in fact, the midterm, but the god damned final.

she had us taking the fucking final because she didnt read the fucking folders which read “midterm” and “final exam” on them

she was reprimanded severely and we all had to take the exam on different days, in different classrooms, sitting very far apart. after that she hated me even more. like girl it was your fault lmao i am literally a teenager grow up lol. anyways you can imagine how much more fucking insufferable i became, knowing how miserable she was.

it all came to a head in february when some students were giggling quietly following a minor fuck up on her part regarding bellwork. they were making fun of her like “are you sure thats not tomorrows bellwork lol” and a friend next to me did the “hey i need help wait no miss not you sorry” thing and when i answered him, she solidly snapped. blah blah YOURE SOOOO DISTRACTING blah blah YOU THINK YOURE SOOOO SMART DONT YOU blah blah blah and she was like demanding i leave the room and shouting at the top of her lungs at me “ YOU POISON THE MINDS OF EVERY OTHER STUDENT HERE. YOU’RE POISONOUS VICTORIA, YOU’RE A VIRUS IN THIS CLASSROOM.”

i will never forget that line as long as i live. it was like crack to me. i moved to open the door to leave and the vp opened it first. he escorted me to the office and asked me what happened, then told me to keep my head down in class from now on, and that if i wanted to help my friends i should give them my number and help them out on our own time. i was like “bro thats really stupid” and he was like “thats all we can do right now but i promise we’re working on it”

i lasted the rest of the year giving smug smiles as we did packet after fucking packet for the rest of the year. they were all take-home work. i wasnt comfy giving my number to my enemies. the class camaraderie ended.

the final was altered. my class took a different final than the rest of the normal chem classes.

i started 12th grade and got a solid case of senioritis. i told that story to anyone who would listen. while it was happening, i obviously told my favorite teacher everything as it happened. when i mentioned it senior year he was like “oh yeah i forgot about her,

she was fired over the summer.”

#let me tell you bitch i SCREAMED......#anyways im not sorry this was long #its literally the only cool thing thats ever happened to or about me so shrugs #Anonymous

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liberolove · 4 years

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Testing the Waters (pt. 2)

Summary: youve finally graduated high school and now youre moving on to college. youve decided to go to sendai university. its summer and youve become curious about checking out the dating pool in miyagi, so you download a dating app. you figure you might as well have fun before delving too deep into your studies

Part: [part two] out of ???

Pairings: nishinoya x reader / kuroo x reader / oikawa x reader / kiyoko x reader

A/N: theres tons of ships here, just me living out my hoe phase lmao please dont judge me. let me know what yall think

Genre: fluff, smut, crack

Warnings: flirting, college shinanigans

It’s been three days since the last time you saw Yuu. Gosh, even saying his name to yourself gave you goosebumps. You two have been texting non stop and honestly, it felt so refreshing. You were a pretty bad texter but he knew how to keep the conversation going.

One of his favorite things to do was play 21 questions with you. He wasn’t like those fuckboys who would use this opportunity to ask you if you were a virgin or what your favorite position was. Yuu was different. He came up with the craziest scenarios and judged you on the way you answered. One time he asked you how you would escape a 300 lb lion that just broke out of the zoo you were visiting. You honestly had no idea how to respond but eventually you replied,

“I’d make sure to run with a crowd and ‘accidentally’ trip a slow runner so that the lion could get distracted and probably (most likely) attack them. This would buy me some time to get the hell out there.”

This response caught Noya off guard but he loved the way you thought. You continued to come up with barbaric schemes to survive all the scenarios he would throw at you. He kept you guessing and that was what you liked so much about him. He was wild and so were you.

You were getting a little impatient over your next date so you took a deep breath and eventually asked him.

Y/N: Heeey, Yuu. I was wondering when you’d like to go out again. I’d really like to go out with you again.

Nishinoya Yuu: hey cutie! I’ve been wanting to see you again but I haven’t had any days off from work lately.. (; ･`д･´) IM DYING!! I just wanna see yoouuuuu

Y: Aw man.. :( That sucks. When do you think you’ll get your next day off?

N: idk tbh but hopefully it’s soon!!

Y: no worries, just let me know.

N: will do!!

Well, that was that. Now you wondered what you should do to pass the time. You were bored again and needed something to do. “Oh wait. I should check the app. I haven’t checked since I messaged Yuu on there. Maybe I have more matches.”

You opened up the app and you had 10 notifications. You had gotten some likes on the selfie you posted and several people viewed your profile. You checked who looked at your profile, and it was mostly ugly, older, men. “Gross,” you thought to yourself. Besides this, you noticed some new messages.

You opened up the first message.

“Hey sexy! Wanna come see me play? Click my link https://…..”

“Damn bots. So annoying.” You deleted the message. Next message:

“DTF?”

“I mean like yeah, but you could’ve been less forward in your message. What a turn off..” You had one last notification left. Maybe it wouldn’t be a let down.

“Are you made of Fluorine, Iodine, and Neon? 'Cause you are F-I-Ne.”

To be honest, this pick up line did make you giggle a little. You checked out the profile of the mysterious stranger who sent it and you were surprised that it was a bulked up biker. And damn, was he hot as hell.

His hair stood up in an organized, weird bed head kind of way. It made him look like a rooster. Rather than smile in his photos, he smirked. And his eyes looked like he could undress you solely with his gaze. He looked like your typical bad boy, but that didn’t make sense. Why would he use a chemistry pick up line?

This made you become even more interested, so you replied back with another cheesy pick up line.

Y/N: I wish I were adenine because then I could get paired with U.

Kuroo Tetsuro: Hey, kitten. I thought you’d never reply. You had me waiting.

Y: umm??? calling me kitten already?

K: What’s wrong? Are you flustered already? We haven’t even met up yet.

Y: woah there cowboy! hold your horses

K: I’m not a cowboy, but I’ll gladly have you ride me instead.

Y: skskskks i cant even-

K: Sorry. Too much?

Y: YES TOO MUCH

K: Alright. Let me start over. Ahh, a fellow chemist, I presume?

Y: yeaaah, kind of. I have a love/hate relationship with chemistry.

K: Is that so? Maybe I can help with that.

Y: oh really? how so?

K: I am a chemistry major after all. I go to Sendai. Do you go to school?

Y: uhhh i’m going to start there in the fall. I still haven’t decided what to major in, just yet.

K: Maybe you’ll end up being a chemistry major like me and I can give you private one on one lessons?

Y: I highly doubt that, but nice try.

K: Have you gotten a tour of the campus yet? Or are you waiting for freshman orientation?

Y: nah, I haven’t seen all of it yet.

K: Would you like to?

Y: um sure! When are you free for my private tour? (:

K: How about tomorrow in the morning? Maybe around 9am? I can pick you up too if you’d like.

Y: Sounds good and no thanks. I’m not riding on that motorcycle! Looks scary :(

K: Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll drive safely and make sure nothing happens to you.

Y: there you go again.

K: Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. No, but really. I don’t mind picking you up. Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?

Y: nope

K: Then, let’s change that. Send me your address tomorrow morning. And get some rest.

Y: alrighty it’s a plan then!

K: No. It’s a date.

Y: sksksk omg

After that conversation, all you could think about was how the hell did you get into this mess? Motorcycles are dangerous, yet this rooster convinced you so easily to take a ride with him..

It was an understatement to say that you were nervous for tomorrow.

You set an alarm for 7 am the next day and went to bed.

Your alarm woke you up and you immediately remembered why you were awake so early. You rushed into the shower and once you were out, you spent 30 minutes deciding on what to wear. You opted for some black, ripped skinny jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt.

At 8am on the dot, your phone’s notification bell went off. It was Kuroo.

“What’s your address, baby?”

You sent him the details and continued getting ready. You put on some light makeup and brushed your hair. You checked the time, and it was already 8:55 am. Then, your phone went off again.

“I’m outside.”

Your heart almost beat out of your chest. You grabbed your purse and put on some chapstick. You know, just in case..

You locked up your apartment and walked down the stairs. You were greeted by the biggest shit eating grin on the sexiest man you’d ever seen. You never went for the bad boys but college is a time for experimenting.

“Hey, Y/N. You ready to ride? I brought an extra helmet for you.”

“Hi, Kuroo. And yeah, I guess,” your voice shook as you replied. You were really nervous but you tried to hide it.

“Don’t worry, baby. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll keep you safe.”

His words made you melt and you had just met him. The way he cooed at you and looked your way made you blush. You felt your cheeks get hotter by the second.

“Alright. Hop on and hold on to my waist. Hold on tight or else you’re gonna fly away when I take off. Okay?”

“..okay..” you managed to mutter. You were shaking but you put on the helmet he gave you and lifted up your leg to sit on the metal machine. You slowly hugged Kuroo from behind and held on as tight as you could. Your head was smashed right up against his large, broad back.

“Ready?” he asked.

“..yeah,” you squeaked.

Before you finished saying this, he had taken off like the devil was chasing him. If this was his meaning of safe driving, you didn’t want to find out his meaning of reckless driving.

The ride to Sendai University only took about 5 minutes, when realistically it would take 20 minutes by bus. You arrived and Kuroo teased, “are you going to let go, kitty?”

You hadn’t realized you were still gripping onto him for dear life. You released him from your hold and your hands still tingled from the amount of force you applied to his shirt. “Sorry!”

“No worries. Hey, look! I brought you here alive. Aren’t you glad?” he cackled.

His laugh sounded like a dying hyena but it did sound a little cute at the same time. “Yeah. Thank goodness. Your driving is insane, dude.”

He showed you all over campus, from the administrative buildings to the gymnasium, to the fields. Sendai was a pretty big campus, and it made you glad that you had a personal guide to show you all the different buildings.

After your little tour was over, he asked, “wanna grab a bite to eat? I’ll be a gentleman and pay for you too.”

Of course, you couldn’t say no to food. Much less, FREE FOOD! You nodded and got ready to ride the devil’s machinery again.

He took you to a nearby sushi bar. “Order whatever you’d like, princess. Today, I want to spoil you rotten.”

You melted at his words and also at the variety of rolls on the menu. You didn’t ask him if he really meant that you could order anything. You just kind of went for it. You ordered everything from shrimp tempura, to octopus, to eel. Sushi was your favorite and being told that you could order everything was a dream come true.

“Damn, girl! I had no idea you had such a huge appetite! I didn’t know you’d take me seriously on my offer. You’re gonna run my pockets dry.”

You blushed and looked away. “Sorry, Kuroo. I really couldn’t help myself. I love sushi so much.”

“I’m just teasing you, baby. You deserve to be treated like this everyday.”

You had no idea how to respond so you just kept stuffing your face with sushi.

After you finally had your fill, it was time to go home. It was getting late. Kuroo took you home and you were definitely more relaxed this time on the bike.

“I hope you had a great time today, kitty. And I hope I met your standards.”

“Yes, I did! Thank you so much, Kuroo! This was honestly so much fun. Thanks for everything.”

“Of course. Nothing but the best for you. I just need one little favor from you, baby.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Can I get a kiss from your soft lips? I know you want to. I saw the way you kept staring at me, today.”

“Oh.. uhh.. Y-yea-yeah. Sure, of course.. Yeah,” you stammered.

You looked at him with soft, shy eyes and before you knew it, he leaned in quickly and kissed you on the lips. Your eyes were wide open in surprise but as he deepened the kiss, your eyes slowly shut.

The kiss felt like electricity coursing through your body. You didn’t know what it was, but this man definitely already had you wrapped around his long, slender finger.

As soon as you realized his hold on you, he backed off, and left you wanting more. He was such a tease.

“I can’t just let you have everything today, kitten. I need you wanting more.”

You didn’t know what to respond so you looked down at the ground shyly.

“I’ll message you later, y/n. Don’t make me wait too long, again.”

You waved and muttered, “Thank you, Kuroo.”

He revved up his bike and was gone in seconds.

You remained in a daze as you walked back up to your apartment. Once you got inside, you plopped down on your couch and released a long sigh. “Who knew that college was going to be so exciting..”

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rosegoldannie · 4 years

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We have Chemistry

A feysand Highschool AU where they bond over science because Im in a great mood! The guy I’ve had a crush on all year finally asked me out, and we’re going to the movies! Tomorrow!

This is mainly a fluff, and is most definitely not scientifically accurate. ENJOY!!!

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“You idiot!” Feyre hissed, storming down the long hallway towards the Dean’s office, because, yet again, Rhys had somehow managed to blow something up in Chemistry.

“It’s not my fault!” He insisted, struggling to keep up with her. “I followed the protocol exactly. I did everything the lab instructions said to, and it still blew up.”

She whirled on him, glaring fiercely. “If you’d followed the protocol, it wouldn’t have blown up.”

Rhys rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “That’s not fair. You-” He pointed an accusing finger at her, “were responsible for mixing the chemicals together.

“And you were responsible for getting them from the supply closet. So where do you think the mix up most likely occurred? Huh?”

Shaking his head, he stormed into the office with her hot on his heels. The desk attendant, a tired looking junior that she knew to be John, glanced up at them. “Again?” He groaned.

“Yep.” Feyre deadpanned, dropping onto the wooden bench pressed against the hideous creme walls. “Three guesses whose fault it was.”

“It wasn’t my fault!” Her lab partner grumbled, dropping onto the bench beside her, his arms still crossed and glaring straight ahead.

John scoffed, beginning to scribble something on a sheet of paper. “If I had a dollar for every time he’s said that this semester.” He ripped the paper upwards, then slid it across the counter towards them. “A week of detention. The deans are getting tired of this, so they gave me the authority to punish you for them.”

Feyre instantly turned beet red, and slunk further down on the bench.

Rhys snatched the hall pass from the counter, and sauntered out of the office. Giving the poor junior an apologetic glance, she hurried after him, struggling to match his long strides, not wanting to risk yet another detention by being caught without a hall pass.

“Hey, slow down!” She hissed, struggling to keep up with his unfairly long strides.

“Why should I?” He snapped, taking longer strides out of spite. “You threw me under the bus in there.”

Fighting the urge to snap back at him, Feyre took a deep breath before speaking. “And what would you have had me do? Lie?”

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “No.”

They stopped, just outside of their classroom. A glance at the clock revealed that the bell would ring at any moment.

“Well?” She prodded.

Rhys sighed again, chewing on his lip. “You have to get the chemicals, I do the rest of the work.”

Shock flooded her, her jaw dropping. “I-Rhys, you know I’m dyslexic, right?”

He blinked. “And?”

“And you’d trust me with this?”

“Is there any particular reason why I shouldn’t?”

Feyre could only shake her head, utterly stunned.

The bell rang then, and he gave her a warm smile as students flooded out into the halls, laughing and shouting. “Good. It’s settled then.”

They managed to be civil during that day’s detention, much to the shock of the teacher monitoring them, Ms. Brun, who eyed them suspiciously every time there was any sound in the room.

Feyre blocked that out, and focused on filling out her lab report, as she had used her free period to re-create the experiment properly, as had Rhys. though, they’d mutually agreed that it would be for the best if they each did the experiment on their own to avoid any further incidents.

A ball of paper whizzed past her.

She didn’t notice.

Then another ball of paper careened by.

She watched it roll to a stop, then returned to her work.

An eraser hit the desk in front of her.

Feyre hardly glanced up.

A paper airplane floated gracefully down onto her work, smudging the wet ink.

She brushed it off the desk with a huff.

A pencil smacked her in the head.

She kept her head down, kept writing, even as she clenched her jaw.

A highlighter collided with her desk.

Feyre remained focused on her report, even as annoyance warmed her face.

Ms. Brun stood, and announced that she was going to get some water, and to continue working. Feyre nodded that she understood, and continued working, even as Rhys made a non committed noise. The teacher shook her head as she left, and Feyre knew without looking that his feet were propped up on the desk, hands folded behind his head, ever the arrogant prick.

A ruler whizzed past, clattering across the floor.

Then a pencil.

Another eraser.

A notebook.

It was only when his calculator crashed into the whiteboard that she whirled in her seat to face him. “What.”

Her previous assumption of his posture had been correct. Rhys was reclined in his seat, feet propped up. “Oh, she deigns to reply.”

That annoyance quickly turned to anger. “Are you serious?! I have to finish this lab, or I won’t make the honor roll.” She hissed, eyes narrowing. “And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to prevent that.”

Rhys blinked. “Wow. I was just going to ask what you got for question nine. Jeez, take a chill pill, Archeron.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, and tried to calm her roaring nerves. “Nine is trihydrogen monoxide sulfate.”

“Thanks.”

When Ms. Brun returned, she cast a glance around the room, at the papers, pens, pencils, erasers and notebooks strewn about, and sighed.

During their next lab, Feyre checked and rechecked the labels on both the beaker of water, and the beaker of vinegar, before carrying them carefully back to the desk she shared with Rhys, who was already scribbling down onto their shared lab report. “They’re both correct.” She murmured, setting the beakers down.

Rhys hardly glanced up, and adjusted his safety goggles. “Alright, let’s get to work.” He paused to study the steps, then reached for the beaker at the same moment Feyre did, and their hands collided softly.

“Sorry,” She murmured, quickly picking up the water, and dumped it into the larger beaker.

Her lab partner simply blushed, then added in his vinegar, before passing a pen over to her. “Alright, we’re supposed to wait for a minute before adding in the detergent, then we measure the resulting bubbles.”

Nodding, Feyre took the pen and began answering the questions.

After only a few seconds, Rhys nudged her.

Annoyed, she looked up and gave him an accusatory glare. He then nodded towards the beaker. “Should it be fizzing like that?”

Indeed, their mixture was fizzing quite a bit, slowly bubbling up and filling in beaker, inching ever closer to the top.

At that moment, Professor Kallias strode by, then paused to examine their work. When he finally glanced up again, a warm grin melted his icy features. “Very well done, Miss Archeron, Mr. Nash. Stellar work.”

“Thank you, sir.” They chorused.

Professor Kallias gave them another congratulatory remark before continuing on down the row.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Feyre leaned over to hiss in her lab partner's ear. “Did you put the detergent in?”

An alarmed look spread across his face. “No, did you?”

“No.”

Rhys stared down at the fizzing mixture, his eyebrows drawn tightly together. “Then how- Wait.” He sniffed the air several times. “Do you smell that?” When Feyre shook her head, he then leaned down to sniff at the beaker, and instantly reeled back, coughing violently.

When she leaned over to pat his back, she caught a whiff of the mixture, and began to cough and cough, a wave of nauseating dizziness washing over her as the room spun. Her chest tightened painfully, even as her vision blurred.

“Oh no,” Someone murmured.

Her stomach gave a violent twist, and she was instantly out of her seat and barreling towards the sink to empty her stomach. She only made it a few steps, however, before she tripped over her lab partner’s foot, and fell into the sink, cracking her brow against the faucet.

Suddenly, Rhys was at the sink beside her, emptying himself of the sandwich he’d had for lunch with a loud groan.

Red flooded the line of sight in one of her eyes, even as she slowly began to take in deep breaths.

“What in the cauldron is going on here?!” Professor Kallias shouted, storming over towards them.

“Sorry, sir.” Rhys moaned, head still in the sink. Under different circumstances, she might have laughed. “I felt a bit sick.”

“And you?” Their teacher demanded.

Feyre turned towards him then, and he paled with a muttered curse, before turning towards their beaker and giving it a very small sniff. His next curse wasn’t so quiet. “Everybody, go to the quad.” He stated, in a monotonous tone, even as his eyes had severely widened. “Now.”

The students let out a mixture of groans, and cheers as they quickly filed out of the room, and the door banged shut.

By now, Rhys had removed his head from the sink, but was still looking incredibly pale and sweaty.

Professor Kallias pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “You two...Just go to the Dean’s. I’ll clean this up.”

Rhys glanced over at her, and let out a sharp curse. He instantly became a fussing mother hen, and wet a paper towel, pressing it to her brow. Their teacher simply watched with an amused smile.

“Here, put your arm around my neck--yep, just like that.” He murmured, helping her out through the door, and began to half-carry her down the halls.

“I’m fine,” Feyre murmured, keeping the now blood soaked paper towel pressed against her cut.

“Bull.” He said, leading her back into the office they had been in only twenty four hours prior.

John let out a harsh sigh, not looking up from his book. “You guys again? Seriously, I swear we’re going to have to start shit!” He hissed, leaping to his feet. “Good God, what happened to you both?”

“Chemistry.” They both deadpanned.

Dull pain began to emanate from the cut, and pulsed in time with her heart, which was only racing because of the adrenaline. Not because Rhys had practically carried her here.

“Miss Jenkins, we need your help.” John called, trading out the soaked paper towel for a clean one.

A portly older woman came from the nurse’s room, a kind smile on her lips. “Yes, dear? Oh good heavens!” She cried, scurrying over to them. “My word, are you both alright?”

“Yes,” Feyre muttered.

“No, actually, we’re not.” Rhys stated, giving her waist a tight squeeze.

“Well, follow me.” Miss Jenkins fretted, leading them back into the nurse’s room.

He carried her back, and set her down gently on the cot in the center of the room. When Rhys made to pull away and move to a chair, she gripped his arm and pulled him down next to her, deciding to blame her behavior on the loopiness she now felt.

Miss Jenkins carefully took the paper towel from her, and threw it away, before returning with some sterilized cotton balls, which she used to slowly clean the blood off of Feyre’s face in gentle swipes.

“Now,” The older woman began sternly, “tell me what happened to this poor young lady.” She cast a glance at Rhys. “And you too, young man.” She added as an afterthought.

“I tripped.” Feyre said.

“It’s a long story,” Rhys muttered, still looking palle.

Miss Jenkins tutted. “John, be a dear for me and fetch some crackers and juice from the cafeteria.” She called out, leveling a glare at Rhys, who visibly shrunk.

Feyre gave the hand she hadn’t realized she’d been clutching a mocking pat, a smirk worming its way onto her lips.

The woman stepped back, making to prepare some more cotton swabs. “Seeing as we have time, what exactly was the long story?”

“We were doing a lab in chem,” Feyre began, motioning for her lab partner to continue.

“And we switched roles today-” Rhys said.

“-Because yesterday Mr. Man here nearly blew us up-”

“-So she agreed to be the one who gets ingredients-”

“-And I swear I read the labels right-”

“-But when we mixed them it made a toxic gas-”

“-And I felt sick and ran to the sink-”

“-But she tripped-”

“-And I headbutted the faucet-”

“-Then I threw up.” Rhys concluded with a sigh.

Miss Jenkins blinked, returning to cleaning Feyre’s cut. “That’s quite the adventure, dearies. But, how did you make a toxic gas?”

“I don’t know,” Feyre murmured. “The two things we mixed were supposedly water and vinegar.”

“Supposedly?” Rhys scoffed. “I thought you said you read the labels!”

“I did!” She insisted. “They said water and vinegar!”

“Well they clearly weren’t.”

“Yeah, no shit dumbass.”

“Language!” Miss Jenkins shouted, eyeing them with exasperation, shaking her head as she continued swiping at the young girl’s cut.

“Sorry,” They murmured in unison.

“Heavens, you two both need to take a step back and apologize to each other!” Miss Jenkins tutted. “I’ve been listening to the two of you coming in and out of the Dean’s office all semester, and each time it’s because of some mysterious accident in Chemistry, and each time it’s the other person’s fault. And from what I’ve overheard, you two need to take a step back and realize you have a lot in common, before I lose what little sanity I have left. Isn’t that right, John?”

The door creaked open, and the sheepish junior tossed in a pack of crackers and a bottle of apple juice, nodding solemnly before sneaking back out.

“Darn boy always listening at the hinges, always thinks he’s going to overhear international secrets.” She muttered, pressing a band-aid to Feyre’s forehead. “There, all done!”

“Thank you.” Feyre murmured, slowly sliding away from Rhys.

“You,” Miss Jenkins leveled another stern glare at him. “School’s going to let out any minute now, and I’m taking you with the incredibly important job of taking her home. She might have a concussion, and I don’t want her to be alone.”

“Yes ma’am.” Rhys agreed, sending a smirk towards Feyre.

“Good. Now get out. The sooner you leave, the sooner I can go home.” She muttered, carefully shooing them out into the main office.

Rhys wrapped an arm around Feyre, and began leading her out into the parking lot, towards his jet-black, sleek car.

“I don’t need a ride,” She muttered, crossing her arms.

“Tough.”

“I can take the bus.”

“Nope, get in.”

“You’re insufferable.” She hissed.

“Thank you, darling.”

“I’m not your darling,” Feyre snapped as she slid into the passenger's seat.

Rhys simply smirked again, backing out of the parking lot as the bell rang and students began flooding out. “Apologies, darling.”

“You’re a menace.”

“We’ve established this, Darling.”

Feyre could only shake her head. “I can’t believe this.”

“Back at you. Hey, where do you live?”

“Nineteenth and Prythian.”

He nodded, then merged into traffic. “So.”

“So what?”

“How much trouble do you think we’re going to be in?”

Suddenly, Feyre found herself giggling, then laughing, then absolutely cackling with glee, tears streaming down her face. After a moment, Rhys joined in, pulling over when he, too, started tearing up.

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“Aren’t we a little old for that “ Aaron peeked out from behind the battered copy of harry potter at him. Aaron only went back to reading the Harry Potter books when he was deestressed about something. He could guess what that might be “ Do you want something Andrew? “ Aaron said stiffly putting the book aside.

“I want to play a game."

“What kind of game would that be “ his brother asked suspiciously.

“You get to me for a while “ Andrew said brightly chucking a black hoodie at Aaron . "what do you mean? ”

“ we’ll swap.” Andrew explained.

“swap?”

"Swap places. you pretend to be me and ill be you . " he pointed between them. " we'll be each other. "

“and why would we do that?" Aaron questioned

“ For fun! " Andrew answered with fake cheer.

“Fun?” said Aaron incredulous

“I do have fun sometimes.”

“No, that’s not it, youre up to something.“

“Dont you want to play with me Aaron?" Andrew said with an exaggerated pout

“Depends .whats in it for me ?" Aaron asked.

"you get the perks of being me of course." Aaron was unimpressed. "Theres no perks to being you" he said dismissively. He isn't wrong exactly.

“ you have a chemistry test tomorrow "

Aaron shrugged his shoulders “ whats that got to do with it?”

“I’ll do It for you . nobody would tell the difference between us "

“Fine. ill do it. ill be you . just today “

Aaron got his chemistry test back the next week. He got an A

"see? Nothing happened. “ andrew said when he asked" I didn't get you into trouble." aaron nodded.

“Fun game?"

“ I dunno .nobody talked to me “

“ Indeed . that would be the perks of being andrew " aaron didnt know how to respond to that.

" well ...thanks. For the test."

" dont mention it . Really don't I have a reputation to keep up . run along now."

several weeks later he went to to get breakfast and found andrew wearing his clothes . “ why are you wearing my stuff? "

“theyre mine today . im you . “

“oh you want to do that again huh? “ aaron groaned

andrew grinned “play along and ill get you a bottle “

“what about exy practice?”

“ Ill do it . “

“you hate exy .”

“ Not today I dont . Today Im Aaron. dont tell anybody . dont ruin the game . its no fun if people know “

“Its no fun for me anyway " Aaron mumbled .

"you want to play our game again?” andrew pestered his brother

“you mean you want to swap again” aaron sounded frustrated Andrew gave a slight smile

“Its our game “

“Its your game. its stupid “

“Dont be a spoil sport. you wanted us to do things together”

“What is it? ” Aaron sighed

“What is what?” andrew asked

“you want me to do something for you, right?" Aaron sighed

"Go to my study group"

"Aaron snorted" you have a study group"

"wasn't my idea. You go. You study"

"What do I get if I do?"

“Ill do you English essay "He nodded.

He took Aarons red and blue jumper.

Wear these." He pressed the arm bands into aarons hands. Aaron caught a glimpse of his exposed arms. He drew in a breath "Andrew..."

"Go on. Shoo." Andrew patted Aaron on the shoulder and then shoved him from the room . "go and be me."

“Andrew ? “ Aaron surveyed Andrews new bruises "did you get into a fight?

“Not exactly. “ andrew smiled through a split lip .

“What happened ?

“Dont worry about it . “

Aarons face crumpled . “ Its my fault isnt it?”

“It is not your fault. ”

“you were being me .. “ he felt sick with understanding “ you got hurt instead of me. is that why you wanted to swap places? ” he asked softly

“Fun game.” Andrew said quietly .Aaron leaned his head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I brought you into this house.” he whispered

"ive been in worse places”

" I'm not going to let you do that again."

"Not going to let me? “ andrew raised an eyebrow and gave a humourless chuckle “ I do whatever I want.”

"Do you?" his brother challenged him. He gave a hollow grin. "you know me."

"Andrew I'm going to tell you a secret okay?”

"what secret is this?”

"we’re twins- “

Andrew glared at him "did you hit your head?”

Aaron started again "we're twins but I'm older. I'm the older one. I'm your big brother Andrew. “ andrew blinked at him “ I should've been there for you and I wasn't.”

"I . I didnt need you . you just complicate things."

“-and you dont? dont try to be me again. its not your burden to carry . its mine . "

“Go. “ andrew persuaded him. Aaron needed to be out the house . out of the way. he was being oddly reluctant .

“I dont want to leave you. “

“ Now now .Dont be clingy . it doesnt suit you. go and play your stick ball game. dont worry about me, you think I cant handle myself big brother?"

“ I know you can but -”

“No buts - “

“Come with me then dont stay here by yourself. "

“ I’ve done it lots of times . you never seemed to care before “ he said matter of factly

“ This is different . I have a bad feeling about today . “

“ A bad feeling? “ Andrew attempted to sound mocking but wondered if Aaron knew more than he wanted him to .

“Should we swap ? you go . I’ll stay . “ he said desperately.

“I thought you didnt want me to do that. Just go Aaron. It will be okay. trust me .” when Aaron finally left to go to exy practice Andrew put Aarons red and blue jumper on and rearranged his hair to look like Aarons hairstyle

everything was not okay. Its seemed to be at first but half way through the exy practice Aaron got a phone call...

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