You and your enemy were in chemistry class, you were both partners. He was being useless.

“Do you plan to be useful?” You say, mixing the chemicals as he mimics you. Once he sees what you’re mixing he looks at the formula sheet.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to mix those-“ He starts to say. “I know what I’m doing.” You interrupt him.

After a few seconds it bubbles and the beaker explodes. Grayson grabs you, covering your head and holding you to his chest, ducking you both under the table.