Never Gonna Make It

I walked into my first period class, chemistry, and saw the cute guy in there. Just my luck!

I ran to take the open seat next to him (I had to rush-- I didn't want some asshole stealing my place!) and then sat there, fiddling with my notebook to try to act casual, but I just ended up pushing it off the front of the desk.

"Shit!" I muttered, preparing myself to stand up to retrieve it.

"I got it!" said an angellic voice next to me, and I watched as Frank walked over and bent down so his cute little ass was pressed against my desk, flashing me a very unnecessary, wonderful view before standing back up, placing the notebook on my desk with a wink, and sitting back down next to me. The whole time I stared at him, wide eyed, and felt a little strain on my jeans. Was he flirting?

When class began, the teacher began a monotonous lecture about the lab we had to do today. I couldn't pay attention with the cute guy next to me constantly throwing paper airplanes at my head and giggling to himself.

When it was finally time to start the lab, I watched as my classmates each grabbed a beaker full of thick yellow liquid and some other tools necessary for the assignment.

When I got back to the desk, Frank had already put on some goggles and a lab coat that was about 3 sizes too big for him. He grabbed the yellow liquid from me and swished it around. Swish swish.

"It looks like some pretty messed up orange juice," he examined, swirling the liquid around. "I wonder what it tastes like.."

Before I could stop him, Frank's lips were on the glass and he poured a generous amount of the liquid into his mouth. He lifted it off and smacked his lips disgustedly.

"Ew." he muttered, and set the glass down.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, worrying he might have just poisened himself and could be dying at the moment yet having no reasonable response to it.

Well, if he dies, I die.

I grabbed the container and finished off the liquid, but spit out half of it anyway. That shit was nasty.

Frank watched me and laughed. "Disgusting, isn't it?"

"Hell ya." I replied, wiping the excess liquid from my mouth onto my sleeve.

At about this time, the teacher came over us and upon seeing the empty container, stared at us for a few minutes, before sighing and shaking his head. "If you pour these chemicals down the drain, boys, you might kill the fishies! How irresponsible of you!"

Frank and I looked at each other and collapsed with laughter. "Sir, it isn't down the drain."

When he realized what had happened, three major events occured in the classroom: lots of screaming on his part, an idiot cheerleader in the back crying because she didn't want to see us die, and eventually a shit load of puking.

Everything went black after that, and I feared that drinking random shit was a very stupid thing to do, yet I really didn't care.

Notes

Well.. I've been very bad with updating..
But it's worth the wait, right? (Probably not but i