Looking at the board, then back at the room, he finds that's he's lab partners with the redhead - who's name appears to be 'Samantha' if the board is to be trusted. Simon had mixed feelings about this - the redhead wasn't really the cutest girl, but at least she seemed diligent. Maybe he'd try to get her on his good side and see how much work he could get away with not doing. He walked over to the lab table and put his backpack on the floor, but she didn't stop mixing her chemicals. He clears his throat, and she doesn't even flinch. Finally, he tries speaking. "Excuse me? Samantha?"
"Yes. Excuse you." Samantha says, jotting a few numbers down in her notebook. "I'm sorry... what?" was all Simon could manage to say. "I said 'Excuse you.'" she replied, not even looking up. "as in 'you are excused' for bothering me while I'm working." Simon just blinks, utterly stunned by the nerve of the redhead in front of him. "quite the fiery one, isn't she?" he thought to himself, while saying. "I was just trying to introduce myself, geez."
Samantha lets out a loud exasperated sigh and finally stops what she was doing, staring directly at Simon through her two pairs of lenses. "I'd assume that you're Simon, by how you're hovering around me instead of the two other girls in the room, or you could just be a pervert that gets sexual satisfaction out of annoying gingers, maybe both." Simon at this point, can't help but get a little worked up himself, but for the sake of not making the scene anymore out of hand than it was (people were walking in at this point, most of them staring at Simon and Samantha), he tried his best to hide his annoyance. "No, no. Just Simon. I just was trying to introduce myself." Samantha goes back to working. "Oh. Was that all? Well, I think you've done a good enough job of that, now haven't you?"
Simon sits in silence for a few seconds, before his curiosity finally got the better of him. "What the heck is so important that you're working on anyways?" Samantha continues working on her chemicals. "You really don't know when you're not wanted, do you?" she snaps back. "Just stop bugging me, stop trying to look at my ass, and don't touch anything." Simon hadn't even tried looking at her ass, when he glanced at it when she told him not to, he didn't really find anything about it attractive either. Simon had had about enough of the girl. "Don't touch anything, eh?" he said sarcastically. "Not even this?" Simon picks up a flask and begins to swirl the liquids around on the inside. "No! Do-" was all Samantha was able to say before suddenly -
pooosh!
The chemicals in the flask quickly evaporated into a puff of smoke, surprised, Simon knocked into Samantha, who dropped her flask, which...
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