8. Chemistry practicle

Note: This chapter is the continuation of the previous one.

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I sat there thinking about tomorrow's chemistry practical then glance at Loren. He was busy reading or seeing whatever he was doing with the file.

I can ask him. He is my chemistry teacher after all.

I walked towards him slowing, not in a disturbing manner. Without me uttering a word he asked.

"What is it, Miss. Troustkey?" His eyes were fixed on the file.

"I-well. Would you mind helping me a little?" I asked nervously.

Why am I stammering?

He did not respond to my words. I cleared my throat to gain his attention and spoke again.

"Will you help me a little? If you have finished looking at the file." I asked him courtly.

"Correct your sentence." He said nonchalantly with his eyes still fixed on the file.

What's wrong with my sentence?

Ohh! You!

"Will you help me a little, if you have finished looking at the file. Sir" I corrected stressing the word 'sir'.

"Sure." He stood up and closed the file, turning his head to face me with 'what help?' look on his face.

"For tomorrow's chemistry practical," I said each word slowly.

"Get a book and a pen." He walked towards the sofa and sat on it.

I did what he asked for. Took a book a pen and sat beside him. He kept the opened book between us and wrote some Alphabets and numbers as a base to it. And asked.

"What is this?"

"A chemical formula," I answered.

"Name?"

"I don't know."

He sighed in disbelief and wrote 30 elements and their formulas.

"Learn them. Now."

"But why? I don't want to learn this. I want you to tell me about tomorrow's practical not this basics." I protested.

"I am your sir. Not vice versa." He said coldly, making me obey his command.

Half an hour passed and I wasn't able to remember any of these words.

I should try some tricks to remember it.

Within 10-12 minutes, I learned all of these names and their formula.

"Completed sir," I exclaimed. This time I didn't mind calling him sir.

He took the book and asked me to say.

"H He Li B BeC...............Fe Co Ni CuZn" I ended up saying all formulas in a single tone.

"What language did you speak Miss. Troustkey?" He asked, quirking his eyebrow.

"Chemistry sir," I said smiling.

"You used your thick head." his lips turned into a little smirk.

"I don't have a thick head." My smile washed off and I sat frowningly.

This continued for a while which made me feel sleepy. I went to the washroom to wash my face and kept the bag in the cupboard that I brought along. After washing my face, I ordered a cup of coffee. Not a cup, but two for both of us and sat again.

There was a knock on the door and our coffee arrived.

I took my cup and gave him his. He glanced at the cup but didn't take it.

"What?" I asked while holding the cup in front of him.

"I don't drink coffee." He said and resumed his writing. Probably the next question for me.

"But why?" I asked.

"Simple. Because I don't like coffee." His eyes met mine for a second and again shifted back on the book.

Weird. Who doesn't like coffee?

"Bring me a cup of tea." He demanded.

"Excuse me?" I put the cup on the table with a loud sound. "Drink it. Else, go have on your own." And sat on the sofa with my cup.

"You are not excused and serve me properly. I don't like misbehavior." He said coldly while handing me the book.

Serve? Is he really saying serve?

"I am not going to serve you, Mr. Blake." I snapped while taking a sip of coffee.

I said it but was afraid a bit of his reaction

He dragged his form close whilst took the cup from my hand. And with a swift moment cough my wrist tightly. I squirmed my hand to loosen his grip, unsuccessfully. Even my free hand wasn't useful.

"You are forgetting things recently. Is your brain fine in that head of yours?" He asked in a low, slow voice and continued to speak further. But I cut him off. "My brain is completely fine in my head"

This voice of his brings gelidity in me.

I stood up quickly but he didn't free my hand. "Will you leave my hand so that I can order a cup of tea." I gesticulated my head towards our hands.

Time passed and we made ourselves ready to leave. I took my private elevator to leave, not before Loren stopped it by placing his leg in the doorway.

"Now what?" I asked lethargically. 
He walked inside without any reply.

What does he want now?

"Why are you here?" I have no more energy left to argue with him. 
"Why does someone uses an elevator, Miss. Troustkey?" He asked Monotonously.

"I know why. But why this one?" I snapped. "This is my personal elevator."

"Everything which belongs to you is mine, my slave." He said in the same low voice.

My slave?

His voice twinged like a needle through my skin. I stayed quiet without responding to his words to avoid further conversation. I am sure he is having a little smirk on his lips, so better not to face him.

I got home after half an hour, took a long bath and laid heavily on my bed. My phone rang with notifications. There were two missed calls from brother, I called him back.

"Who was that kid in the playground Levy?"

His question didn't surprise me, but I asked mine. "How did you know?"

Of course, he knew as he already said he is keeping an eye on us 'an eagle's eye'

"Do you know him?" He asked in a serious tone.

"No, I mean yes. I know him now." I utter the words in confusion.

Stupid me.

He hung off the phone with a warning of not interacting with the strangers or else, he will appoint me a bodyguard.

This is too much. What does he think? why would I need a bodyguard? I am not going to have any.

I sighed and threw my phone on the pillow. My eyelids felt heavy and begin to shut down. Without even realizing where Adam was, I fell asleep.

I woke up by the call of Jacob.

Why would he call me early in the morning?

"Hmm," I mutter in half-sleep.

"Where are you?" His voice was momentous.

"On the bed," I answered frivolously.

"Levy! what's the time?" He snapped.

And then I noticed, it's 9 in the morning.

"Oh! Crap. I will be there in minutes." I shut the phone quickly and ran towards Adam's room. He was sleeping peacefully until I disturbed his sleep.

"Adam wake up!"

He tugged his head under the pillow and spoke. "Why?"

"For school." I walked to his bed.

"But I don't have school today." He said without moving a bit.

"And why is that so?"

"My assessments finished yesterday. I have a holiday today." He covered himself with a blanket.

"Oh! Ok." I left his room. He didn't come to my room last night. After getting dressed in blue jeans paired with black full sleeves T-shirt I made my way to the college.

I arrived in 10 minutes and rushed to our chemistry lab. Halted, when I reached the door. Breathing heavily, I placed my hand on the door frame for support. As I stepped in, Loren spoke, standing exactly in front of me on the opposite side.

"You are late, Miss. Troustkey."

"I know. I am sorry." It's better to accept your mistake instead of arguing.

"Take your place and start doing the experiment." He said gesturing to the corner table.

Everyone had already started their work. I quickly walked to my table, picked up the question paper and started reading it.

What is this? 
How do I change a colorless liquid into pink?

I turned my head in the direction of Loren with a question on my face. He did not react to my action though he read my question face completely.

He is not going to help for sure. Of course, why would he?

Instead of expecting any help I concentrated on my paper. After many attempts in my mind. I finally got it.

I started my work whereas Loren was having rounds around each table to check on everyone's work. When he arrived at my table, I was pipetting a solution from the beaker. Holding the pipette in one hand and a test tube in another. Some strands of my hair were falling from my shoulder because of my stooped head.

Hair! Don't you touch the solution in the beaker!

I tried to flip my hair back, but my movement caused it to fall even further. Then I felt warm fingers stroking my cheek, slid through the side of my neck to my nape and ended up placing my hair back. Knowing exactly, whose fingers were these, I stayed still without turning. My heart-beat sped up, turning my cheeks warm with my mind started wandering things.

Do not mess up the experiment Levy, concentrate. Did anyone see him?

"Tie your hair next time." His stable and calm voice interrupted my thoughts. I affirmatively nodded then he moved to the next table. I completed my experiment as composedly as I can. Finally, I got the pink color, not the accurate pink but pink.

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H.LOCKHART.