Love Hurts Chp 4

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I walked down the barren hallways, zoning out. It was 3:50pm. I had stayed after school for Ms. Jenkins, my geometry teacher. Geometry. Eww. Proofs & theorems are the bane of my existence.

It's been two months. Two months since I broke up with the best thing that's ever happened to me. I've been trying to move on, but.. I don't think I ever will. Sometimes I see him, and it just hits me all over again. Thankfully, though, the threats have stopped.

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"Max?"

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"Maxxxx?"

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"Maximum!"

"Wha-huh? Oh. Sorry Mrs. P. " Mrs. Peterson looked at me, a frustrated look on her face. "I was just asking you if you knew the chemical formula for salt.... So, do you?"

"Umm. NaCl." I mumbled absently. I must have zoned out. Again. I hated this class. Chemistry was one of my least favorite subjects. Anyways, this was class was one of the two classes I'd shared with Fang, the other being English.

"Okay, time to put you in partners for labs!" Everyone in the class groaned, including me. Mrs. Peterson was an okay teacher, but she always put partners together. She never allowed you to pick your own. Mrs. Peterson usually paired you up with people you didn't like -- on purpose. She has this state of mind where she thinks you should learn to work well together with anyone. So she puts you with your enemies. Great.

"Zoe... you go with Alyssa." One groan and two rolled eyes followed her directions through the room. It was a long, wide classroom, with two sinks on each end, and desks all down the middle in rows of three's.

"Max..." I waited, hoping I didn't get partnered with Fang.

"You go with Ignatius."

Oh no.

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I was looking down into my chemistry book, completely ignoring the incredibly pissed-off vibe my lab partner was giving me. Ignatius, or Iggy, as most people called him, was Fang's best friend. He used to be mine, too, until I broke it off with Fang. Most of me had expected he'd side with Fang, but it still hurt to see the hate in his eyes. I read Iggy the instructions to the sodium-chloride lab we were doing. I kept my hear bent, and my eyes down, desperately hoping to become invisible.

"Max?" I looked up at Iggy, curious. I really looked at him, his lanky 6'2'' frame, his strawberry blonde hair & his pale blue eyes.

"Yes?" I said quietly.

"Can you pass me that beaker?" The coldness was gone from his eyes for a moment as I passed the beaker over to him. I could tell he had tons of questions to ask me, but knew he wouldn't ask them now. I fought internally with myself in the awkward silence for a few minutes, and then finally decided to be courageous.

"Hey Ig? Can we, um.. talk later?" I looked at him as I mumbled this, watching for his reaction. His eyes hardened for a moment, then softened as he said, "Okay."

The rest of the class we worked almost silently, with the occasional interaction between us. I was thinking of Fang, Mike, and Grace, all different parts of my life I wish I could fix.

Next chapter coming up soon! I already have some of it written, now I just have to type it up.

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