Sydney

By the end of school, I was sitting at my desk staring at my chemistry notebook like it carried a virus.

And I could swear I’d never been so scared of a piece of paper in my life.

The assignment was due tomorrow, and just during the last class, I’d realized Dean didn’t have a copy of the reaction results.

And you might be wondering why that’s so important.

The reason is, we weren’t paired for nothing.

As a group, we had to submit the assignment together—with the same results written in both our notebooks.

And being the unserious jock that he was, Dean hadn’t even bothered asking for...