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Gwen's POV
Science class was after lunch… Perfect for someone with a weak stomach if we were dissecting or learning about something gross. And hey, guess who isn't in this class with me? That's right… Missy.
But guess which two people are… yeah, Ms. Note-Writing Bitch, whose name happened to be Alyshia… and—here's a shocker—Cody.
So, here begins science. Our teacher, Mr. Harrington, announced, "Class, for our project this week, you'll be in pairs of two to make a poster board of your choice."
I searched the room for a reasonable partner. There was Willy Altaire some chairs down from me. He might…
"…I'll be choosing your partner…" said Mr. H.
I had to restrain myself from groaning in exasperation. That's just what I needed… Teacher's Choice.
"Let's see…" The teacher put a finger to his whiskery chin in thought. "Wilson and Andrew, get together and decide on your subject."
Willy slapped a high five with Andy and the two of them teetered over to a lab table.
"…Carl and Tanya, do the same."
A baby-faced boy with messy chestnut hair and matching eyes swung a mesmerized look at the pretty girl beside him, who looked like she was about to be sick. He apparently liked her, and she didn't like him. I feel your pain, chick… I've been there…
It was then that the horrible possibility came to me. What if--
"Um… let's go with… Gwen and…"
Don't say Cody… don't say Cody… don't say Cody…!
"…Cody."
Okay… what—the—fuck!? I'm not sure why my internal-begging-thing wasn't working lately, but I told myself I've gotta stop doing it.
Cody gave me a triumphant smirk, and all I could do was bury my face in my hands. Hearing him approach my desk, I peeked out from between my fingers.
BIG mistake! He was so tall that my line of sight from my angle was the crotch of his jeans. I found myself blushing against my will, unseen due to the shield of my hands.
"What do you wanna do for our project, partner?"
"Don't call me that!" I snapped.
"Whoa, whoa, hey, what's your deal?" he said, defensively raising his hands.
"I just don't want you reading into this, got it?"
"What would I read into? We're just science partners."
I cringed at his words. For some reason they not only made me feel angry, but also nervous…
I reluctantly followed him to a lab table, where he sat on one of the stools and patted the stool beside him for me.
My eye twitched, and before I could react, I flipped my hair over my shoulder and took a seat across from him. Although… I wasn't sure if it would be any better…
Cody gave me a puzzled look, "Okay… I guess you can do that, too. So… what are we gonna make a project on?"
"I don't know, what do you wanna do?" I asked.
"I don't know, what do you wanna do?"
"Oh, don't start that crap," I accidentally laughed.
He chuckled, "Oops. Hehehe… I get it!"
"Mmm… let me think…" I put a finger to my chin. "…model volcano?"
"Nah… too common… I'll bet you anything that's the first suggestion every other group's made. We need something more original. We could try… reproduction…" He smirked at me devilishly.
I glared at him, disgusted, "You're joking, right?"
"Nope."
"Dude, that's monumentally gross," I said irritably.
"Hey, it was just an idea." He was quiet for a few seconds, his teal eyes flicking around the room before they met my gaze. "How about static electricity?"
"Hmm… how would we do that?"
"We'd definitely do a demonstration," he said with his trademark grin. He rubbed his palms together like he was planning something extremely evil. "Whaddya say? Static?"
"Um…"
"There's always water conservation, if you think differently."
I raised an eyebrow when he said this, knowing he was attempting to persuade me by convincing me that anything else we did would be boring. But I had to admit, static electricity sounded a lot more exciting than water conservation…
"Yuck. I think I'll stick with static," I told him.
"Nice!" He stuck his hand out for me to high-five him.
I glanced first at his hand, then at him, then at his hand, then at him once more.
He pulled his arm back and shrugged, trying to look cool. And succeeding… "All right, I get it. You're too good for high-fives. You want a knuckle-bang instead?" He held out his fist.
This time, I knocked his knuckles.
He grinned at me, "There, now, was that so hard?"
No...
"Yes," I replied, irritated.
Mr. Harrington went to each group to ask what they would do for their project. When he came to our table, Cody flicked aside his wispy brown hair from his forehead (apparently it was temporary because they kept falling back into place) and answered, "We're doing static electricity."
"Ooh, interesting subject. I expect a good grade from you two with both of your smarts put together."
Cody glanced at me, "I'm sure we'll think of something."
Once Mr. Harrington left, I laid my head on the table. "So what are we going to do, Cody?"
"I'm thinking… a balloon in the hair thing?"
"You've got to be joking," I said disbelievingly. "Well, I guess we can do that, but we'll have to use more than one demo if that's what we're doing."
"Good point," he said. "There's always that thing I did on Total Drama Island with the dodge ball. Remember that?"
"Oh yeah!" I said, vividly recalling the time he'd rubbed the ball to his shirt to create static and threw it at Katie, and it had followed her until it hit her.
"Should we do that?"
"What if it doesn't work twice?"
"Um…"
"Look, we don't have to decide right this second." I studied a strange spot on the floor and then returned my gaze to him. "You can come over to my house this week and we can figure out a plan there, okay?"
I really didn't like the look he gave me next; one of his mahogany eyebrows lifted as the other lowered, and he smirked crookedly. "That sounds great. Excuse me for a second," He stood, poked the top of my hand with one slender finger and, still grinning, started sauntering—no, swaggering—back to his desk.
I found my eyes studying him while he walked. His hair was as wispy in the back as it was in the front; his body shape was nice, broad at his chest and shoulders, but curving more inward at his hips; against all my personal boundaries, I stared at his backside for longer than the rest of him. His jeans fit very well, I'll say that much, especially in the rear area, and the denim hugged his legs, showing off how slim they were. If I didn't know any better, I'd call it "checking him out". But at the time I was way too naïve to consider the possibility. Once my mind caught up with my racing heartbeat, I shook my head to avoid those dangerous thoughts.
NO! There is NO FREAKING WAY that it will EVER happen! Not him! Gross! I didn't, I don't, and I NEVER WILL like Cody.
