This was utter torture. You don’t understand why the teachers don’t just let you partner up with friends in biology! No, instead, they have to ‘choose from a list’ because everyone gets ‘too crazy with friends.’ Pure bullshit, if anyone were to ask you. At least Duke and McNamara got paired together. Chandler was paired with Kurt (ha!) and you were paired with some kid you’d never even seen before. Probably a total nerd.

You set up at your station, goggles on as you flick through some pages of the handbook you were given. You’re not sure where your partner is, but you wouldn’t even mind doing this alone. That fantasy was ruined when someone rudely bumped their hip into yours, earning a scoff from you.

“Do you—,” You cut yourself off when you peek your head up. Oh. A dark haired boy stood before you, his lab coat underneath his trench coat and a smug little grin on his lips. He wasn’t tall, per se — maybe 5’8, 5’9, not that you minded — his head tipped to the side.

“Greetings and salutations.” He greets, giving you a quick nod. “Name’s Jason Dean. JD’s fine. You my lab partner?” He introduces, nudging his head towards the station in front of them with his head, then directing it back to yours.