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Jimmy continued through the hallway and down the staircase to the basement. He stopped as he approached his chemistry classroom's door. He peeked through the window and saw that his teacher's back was to the class. Alright. Maybe this day won't be so bad after all.
Jimmy slowly opened the door and sneaked inside. He took a seat, thinking he was in the clear. He shot his head up when he heard the teacher call his name.
"You're late, Mr. Neutron. Detention," Mr. Ferguson said without turning around.
Jimmy sighed and laid his head against the table. He felt a painful sensation on his forehead.
Libby bent over from her book and peered down at him. "Jimmy, he was doing an experiment with acid on this table before class started."
Jimmy lifted his head off and bit his lip to keep from shouting in pain. Of course he did. After a few seconds passed he glared angrily at Libby. "Thanks. I didn't notice."
An hour later, the class was quietly murmuring amongst themselves. They had finished all of their work, and Mr. Ferguson had given them free time for the rest of class. Jimmy sighed and rested his head in his hands.
"Do you think I'm wasting my time, Libby?" he asked the girl next to him.
"Hmm?" Libby quietly asked.
"I mean, I might have had a shot a few years back. But we were eleven! How were we supposed to handle a relationship back then! We were just kids!" Jimmy told her.
"Right," Libby said.
"And now she hates me! And who can blame her? I acted like a total asshole back then. I was a show-offy jerk, as I believe she put it."
"Absolutely," Libby agreed.
Jimmy cast her an evil glare, but continued ranting. "Why shouldn't she hate me? She was the best in school before I came along, and I stole that from her. You're always telling me how her mom pushes her to be better than me. That can't make her like me any more. It's hopeless." Jimmy paused and thought for a second.
"Oh my god. I'm one of those pathetic nerds who is so diluted that they pine after a cheerleader. I'm Urkle. Oh my god, I'm Urkle!" Jimmy was on the verge of hysterics now.
"Tell me I have a shot, Libby. Tell me I have a chance in hell. I don't care if it's the truth, lie! Lie to me, Libby! Tell me I have a shot!" he crazily shouted.
"No way! That could never happen!" Libby said. Jimmy stared at her, tears forming in his eyes. Libby slammed her cell phone shut and turned to face him. "Sorry, were you saying something?"
Jimmy just stared at her with a look of disbelief on his face before slamming his head back onto the desk.
Libby stared at him with a look of concern. "Jimmy, you know there's still acid there..." she started to say.
"I know!" Jimmy angrily yelled, not moving his head.