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Mac is in chemistry class. The teacher says something about lab safety and goggles and shit. He isn't listening. I mean, he's 14, he doesn't need to worry about science-y bull shit. He's looking at his lab partner instead. He had light brown curly hair. Mac wished he had curls, they always looked stupid pretty on girls. Girls. He was wearing a lab coat and goggles and was looking at the Bunsen burner with a little dish displayed on the table. Mac rushed to put on his lab coat and goggles. Mac sidestepped closer to Dennis.
"Dude" Mac whispered.
"What?" Dennis whispered back.
"What are we doing?" He hesitated. His partner gave him a look that made Mac's heart jump but totally in like a way that Mac was scared that he'd tell the teacher and then the teacher would know he was stupid. Totally.
"We're making iodine crystals," the boy explained.
"I know what one of those things are." The boy chuckled at Mac's remark. It made him feel like he had a purpose. Go on. Say something else funny. Or just anything at all.
"I'm Mac" He offered his hand out for his lab partner to shake.
"I know who you are Ronnie, we've been lab partners for three months and I buy a very legal thing from you every week-" The boy began. Mac didn't really mind being called Ronnie when it came from him. It sounded more like a cool nickname when he said it. "- But since we're being official, my name is- FUCK!"
The boy outstretched his hand for Mac to shake before being interrupted by the dish shattering, ceramic shards flying across the room. He shoved Mac down with him as he ducked behind the desk, doing his best to avoid the shrapnel and iodine crystals. They heard a few shrill screams.
"Why did you distract me?!" The boy scolded.
"I just-"
"This is all your fault!" He interrupted. He slowly rose up again, shaking his head. Mac thought it wasn't a huge deal. He was being a huge baby about it. All he wanted was to shake the guys hand, was that too much to ask?