Chapter 12: Trizzie

I settled into my seat in the back and the bell rang shortly after.

"Ok, class!" Mr. Peterson got our attention. "Today, we'll be dissecting rats!" His eyes sparkled with excitement as the class groaned. "You'll be working with your lab partners on this one, but Miss Wolfe, you may work with Lizzie and Troy, seeing as your partner is absent." He said, noticing that I was alone at my lab table today. Lizzie, a nice, quiet girl with almond-shaped eyes, and Troy, the school's soccer star, sat across the aisle from me. I'd only actually spoken to either of them a few times, but I figured we'd be able to get along. I scooted my chair over to their table as Mr. Peterson began passing out our materials and lab packets.

"Hey guys," I said once I made it to their table. Lizzie smiled at me and Troy gave me a "Sup."

"Well, let's get started." I encouraged my group. We read the directions and dug into the rat. It was really disgusting, but luckily there was no blood involved.

We each took turns cutting and moving things around in the rat. Troy's turn came up and his job was to cut the skin with the scalpel.

He began cutting when I heard an "Oops" slip from his mouth.

"What?" I asked, but then I smelled it: fresh, human blood.

Oh CRAP! I screamed in my head.

I immediately held my breath as thoughts raced through my mind. I needed to get out of here.

"I have to go to the bathroom," I told my group quickly and power-walked towards Mr. Peterson.

While still holding my breath, I managed to ask Mr. Peterson to go to the bathroom, and bolted out of the room. By the time I made it to the bathroom, I was breathing heavily. I washed my hands with cool water to try and calm myself down. I took a few deep breaths and slowly walked back to class, hoping all the blood was cleaned up. I opened the door, took a whiff, and when I didn't smell anything, I walked in.

"Sorry about that, I really had to go." I lied to my group when I got back to the table.

"It's okay. The only thing you missed was Troy pricking himself with the scalpel," Lizzie rolled her eyes playfully.

"Oh, really?" I feigned surprise. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's all good." Troy said, trying not to show his embarrassment.

And that's when I saw it. The way Lizzie glanced at Troy from under her lashes, the way Troy turned red whenever he tried talking to Lizzie. They totally liked each other! But they both must be way too shy to tell the other! Aww! I had to get them together. Hey, just because my love life sucked at the moment didn't mean I couldn't help other people with theirs! And there was nothing like a little matchmaking to get my mind off of what was happening in my own life. Plan Trizzie was forming in my head quickly, and was to be effective immediately!