5A + 3B ---> 2C + 10D? How? (Abbey)

[Romeo Buckland]

A dissatisfied grunt escaped the teen as he sat up from his bed, roused from his sleep by the loud ringing of his alarm clock. He just sat there, staring blankly at the wall in front of him, rubbing his bare stomach absentmindedly as he yawned. It took a few more minutes before he finally turned his alarm off and stood up, grabbing a white towel as he went out his room for a bath.

Saturdays were supposed to be sleep-in days. While Romeo isn’t the type to party all night long yet, he does stay up all night playing video games in one of his other friends’ rooms. And last night was no different, as he stayed up in his friend’s Leroy’s room as they tried out the newly released Modern Warfare sequel. (He’s getting better at playing with them now, winning in 3 out of the 15 rounds thath they played). He would’ve played more really, had he not remembered that he still has to meet someone at 11am (so early!) in the library for a group project.

The bath did little to wake the Irish boy up, the boy’s eyes still half-lidded and yawns still escaping him periodically as he walked out of his room in the barest of clothes – shirt, shorts, jacket, shoes. Hopefully he doesn’t get a cold.

Entering the library with a messenger bag in hand, he gave the librarian a smug wave before looking for his brunette groupmate. The library was mostly empty, so spotting her wasn’t as hard as he would’ve thought it’d be.

“Sorry I was late babe,” he said, flashing a haughty grin as he placed his bag on the table, taking a seat opposite her, “Alarm went off late.” More like he woke up late despite his loud alarm, not that she needs to know that. “You computed the standard solution concentrations yet? No matter how hard I try, I just can’t get the whole titration thing. And I haven’t made much progress with the discussion portion of our lab report. Those different kinds of acids and bases just screw me up so much.”

Despite his failings though, Romeo would like to insist that he’s not dumb. Slow and a little dense, but not dumb.

[Abigail Conners]

Abbey woke up smiling when her alarm went off. She had always been a morning person, and even though she was at the age where almost no one was a morning person, she still was. The sun was shining perfectly through her window. She bounced off her bed, trying to stay quiet so she didn’t bother her roommates. She dressed quickly, grabbed her bookbag and skipped out the door. It was only ten thirty, she had a half hour to kill before she had to meet her project partner. That meant plenty of time for breakfast and to maybe, possibly look over the assignment.

She grabbed her breakfast of toast and an apple and ate them on the way to the library. Finishing the last couple of bites of the apple she tossed the core out before stepping into the quiet of the library, her favorite place at Hammel. Abbey smiled as she looked around for the perfect table. Something near a window of course, and far enough away from any others that might be there, so her partner and she could actually talk undisturbed. She plopped down at her chosen table, set her bag on the chair next to her and pulled out a book to read while she waited.

”Sorry I was late babe” Abbey looked up from her book to see her groupmate. She shrugged, smiling at him. ”It’s alright, I’m an early riser.” She put her book down and pulled out her notebook. ”Um yeah...about those...” She bit her lip. Not only had she not computed them yet, she hadn’t even looked at them. ”I wasn’t really paying attention in class that day, and pretty much all of this looks like nonsense to me.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at him. ”I was hoping you’d be able to teach me, but if you don’t get it either I guess we’re just screwed.”

[Romeo Buckland]

“That would be a problem indeed,” said the Irish boy with worry on his face, though his rather sarcastic tone should be enough to tell Abbey that he was just kidding, “Seems we’re dead now. We could try looking through the books in the library, I guess?” He pointed dejectedly to the shelves upon shelves surrounding them, huffing and shrugging after his hand made a full circle. (Though there’s a rather big chance that the book they need isn’t among those around them. Not that the library doesn’t have it, but they are in the literary section of the library after all).

He slumped slightly for a bit, shaking his head and pouting cutely at Abbey. He’s rather subtle when he’s flirting after all. (Note the sarcasm). “Or we can just find someone to copy from. Who’d you think has it finished already? Nerdy Bonnie or Neil the Know-it-All?” Childish nicknames yes, but Romeo’s mighty proud of them. If it makes someone irritated, it’s good enough. “It’s really unfair that the two became partners with Randy and Dianne. Talk about hoarding the brains of the class for themselves.”

The boy grabbed his phone from his pocket and sent a text to one of their classmates, asking if he’s already made headway in theirs. “So, how’s life been Alice? Any plans for the winter break? Care to share it with me?” Nothing wrong with ‘small talk’ while waiting, right?

If only he got his partner’s name right.

[Abigail Conners]

”Well if we’re already dead, what’s the point in looking in the books?” Abby leaned back in her chair with a smirk. At least her partner was funny. Usually group projects ended up being awful things that you had to do with awful people. So far, Romeo was not one of those awful people. Which made up for the fact that the project was still awful. Not even the most charming of cute boys could make science less awful. Nothing could make science less awful in Abby’s opinion.

When he pouted, she shook her head, smiling. He was ridiculous, but Abby kind of liked it. He was attractive enough to get away with it. ”They probably both finished, like a week ago.” She smirked. Those two were ridiculous, but at least they didn’t mind letting people copy off of them. Most of the time at least. ”Totally unfair,” She agreed with a smile. She twirled a curl of hair around her finger. It was what she did when she was bored. She was pretty much always messing with her hair.

She raised an eyebrow when he called her Alice. ”Alice? My name is Abigail, dearie. Might want to remember that next time.” It was kind of amusing actually that he forgot her name.