Saturday, I set up a "playdate" for Joy and her friend
Lily, because I'll be at detention.
I park in the empty parking lot as the rain drizzles. I see Jake,
who stares at me with his peircing green eyes. Iquickly recall the chemicals bubbling up.
This is all my fault. I wish Mr. Kewer had only given me
"Hey, Jake." I mutter. He nods once, then walks off into
the school. I follow him, and keep my eyes glued to the
When we walk in the room, Mrs. Pentlie is sitting on the desk, and
the room is vacant. Me and Jake take seats far from each other.
"Now, I have to go make a phone call, so while I'm gone,
no talking!" Mrs. Pentlie snaps, and exits
"Jake, I'm so sorry. I understand if you don't like
being my lab-partner." I say.
"Good," he chuckles, "'cause I asked Mr. Kewer
to switch me to someone else." My heart sinks even deeper. Am
I really that awful?
"Ok, so maybe you don't have to like me as a chemist, but
maybe you could like me as a person?" I beg. I hope that maybe
somebody could accept me for who I am. "I'm seriously,
absolutely, undoubtfully sorry about everything that's
"Ok. I forgive you, Amber." Jake says, not making eye