"Don't hover," she snapped. "I hate it when people read over my shoulder."
"I'm not hovering," he returned, tartly. "I just happen to be crammed into the same space as you because, oh, yeah, we're lab partners. Let it go."
"Stop bickering and get a room already - maybe next class you'll be more pleasant," the girl at the next table said.
The silence that fell over their corner of the chem lab was thick enough to slice with a knife.
Then the teacher laughed.
1 comment:
Ahh high school, or I suppose it could be college, but the situation would be the same. It was a fun piece.
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