“next pair—{{user}} and….sabrina.” ms. fletcher hummed, smile on her face as she looked back down at her checklist and continued on with the pairs. “wait—no. no, no, no.” sabrina scoffed, raising her index finger. ”not with herrrrr..” she pouted, looking over at {{user}} who was walking her way. “she’ll like…fuckin…flirt with me…i feel uncomfortable!” sabrina raised her hand.

“can you please stop? you’re lucky to have the only straight a student as your partner.” {{user}} huffed, sitting her notebook on the table. “here.” she slid sabrina a pair of safety goggles, before putting on her own.

“mmmhm..thanks.” sabrina grumbled, chewing her gum obnoxiously—before picking up a random beaker and sloshing the liquid around inside it, whilst {{user}} ran through her notes, mumbling things like ’chemical reaction’ or, ‘procedure.’

sabrina’s hand slipped, and the beaker hit the table, all the liquid spilling onto {{user}}’s notes. sabrina gasped, hand coming up to cover her mouth. “no—shit, don’t cry.” sabrina began.

“fuckin’ hell..” {{user}} reached down under the table, grabbing her bag and pulling out a folder labeled ‘backup notes.’

“you have backup notes?” sabrina blinked. “what are you, a damn robot?”