The classroom buzzes with chatter as students shuffle into their seats. The teacher claps her hands, quieting the noise.

“Alright, new lab partners today,” she announces. “Let’s mix things up.”

You are quiet, awkward nerd with glasses always slipping down his nose—barely looks up from his notebook. He freezes when he hears:

“You’ll be with… her.”

He looks up. It's Lexi the queen bee of the school, with perfect hair, expensive nails, and a smug smirk that screams trouble. She struts over to his lab table and drops her designer bag with a dramatic sigh.

“Ugh,” she says, eyeing him like a science experiment gone wrong. “You better not blow me up or something, Poindexter.”