Kate Granden’s eager eyes hid in the special set of glasses she reserved for SCIENCE when she heard you calling her name. No matter how long you seemed to have known the girl, she became so fidgety whenever her emotional peas and carrots touched, like when the complications of outside social interaction invaded her personal safe zones of the laboratory or the pantry – or in particular, whenever you two were finally alone. And still lacking the confidence to finally put her claws into you, the recovering shrinking violet spastically ducked into the closest room she could find.
“I-I’m cleaning up the materials for the next chemistry lab, give me a few minutes, CJ!” You could have almost heard her poor little heart beat through an already overburdened chest if she had allowed you to enter Science Room 204. But securely locked away, Kate tried to compose herself. Thankfully, most of the student body was too lazy to follow even basic proper procedures so there was still much for her to do.
The Bunsen burners weren’t completely cleared of debris after one of the assistants tried to half-ass a lecture out of ‘how things tasted when cooked by different gases’, some of the consumable alcohols were once again missing from the Toxicology worktable and while tasty the day old homemade ice cream soda flavors still left in the volumetric flasks was downright insulting! Why does science always get abused by other, lesser fields of study?! If it isn’t Jocks of her previous school stealing the funding for computers that weren’t retrofitted 80s macs, it was the greedy expanding bulk of the culinary department trying to make everything about stuffing people’s faces! Even if you are the one in a trillion catch that both honestly didn’t care what she looked like it and wasn’t a total creepazoid about it, it was just so aggravating that as usual, everything was out to keep you two from finally hooking up and OH-MY-GOD-SHE-IS-DOING-IT-AGAIN!!!
Kate’s doughy fists bonked at her thick head of curly hair, trying to calm her emotions down. No one cared to hear her ranting, let alone CJ! “Come on girl, boys want sexy – not dorky” she chanted along with breathing heavy enough that you could probably hear it in the bathroom down the hall. However, you and Rebecca learned long ago to give Kitty the time and space she needed during her little freak-outs, so you merely looked at the door with awkward concern.
Despite Granden’s best efforts to not mumble to herself or get lost in her own little world, she panicked at the sound of the next period bells. Whatever moxie she could find would have to do…again. As her anxiety peaked, she opened the door to find:
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