Books Like Lessons In Chemistry Novels & Stories

Ojo, the chemistry teacher. Deji checked the time. He was quite shocked to see that he had barely two minutes left before the exam starts. He hurriedly wore his socks and pulled his shoes back on. This he was fond of anytime he read at the school library. He returned the textbooks and resource materials to their shelves and hiked out of the library. He had been there for over two hours, reading relentlessly without being tired. For reals, the passion in him triggered determination and hard work. He planned to become the best student in chemistry in SS2A that term.

Finally, Leesa’s classes were over for the day. She had thought English with The Great Gatsby had been slow, but that was before she had to slog through equation after complex equation in Chemistry. Somehow she survived, though, and now she was heading back to her dorm with Rave and his volkaane friends.

He has a charming smile. “Alright, class, let’s begin. My name is Mr. Hammond,” the teacher spoke up and wrote his name on the board for us, “Today we will begin our class by opening our books to page 32, and there we will find the difference between physical properties and chemical properties of matter – that is where we will begin.” Since Kiran was new, he didn’t have his own book, so I placed mine in the center of the desk for us to share. He whispered a thank you to me and I grinned at him in response.

She spread her textbook and notes out on our lab bench already. “Okay, so according to page 247, we need to mix these compounds in this exact order,” she said, reading directly from the book without really looking at what we were actually working with. “First the sodium compound, then the organic solvent, then the catalyst.” I looked at the chemicals she was preparing to combine and felt something twist in my stomach. The second beaker, the one with the organic solvent, smelled wrong. Not wrong like it was expired or contaminated. It was like the smell was telling me that the molecules were already starting to break down.

I ducked my head, embarrassed but proud. Clara leaned closer again, her breath tickling my ear. “You hear that? Brilliant mind. Guess I’ll have to borrow that brilliance for our lessons later.” “Chemistry lessons on the bed?” I teased softly. Her grin widened. “Best kind of practicals.” I coughed into my hand to hide my laugh, but my shoulders shook. The teacher gave me another sharp glance, but this time she didn’t comment, too busy explaining how hydrogen bonds affect the properties of water.

A slight tremble rocked my fingers, but I kept them together, going they would stop soon. Luckily for me, it didn't last long. The moment I witnessed the last of it, I headed to my study desk in the corner of the room and pulled out my books. I had a test in the morning, and AP Chemistry, isn't something you just waltz through with an empty brain. I knew there was trouble the moment I read the first line and was unable to grasp anything. After trying for the second and third time, and still nothing had changed, I just knew I was cooked.

If I actually sit down and study, really study, I can figure this out. I grab my textbook from my desk and flip it open to the chapter we're being tested on. Chemistry. Molecular structures and bonding. The stuff we've been covering for the past two weeks that I've completely ignored because I was too focused on hockey and Brianna and everything else. I stare at the page. The words might as well be in a foreign language. "Okay," I say out loud. "I can do this. I can do this." I read the first paragraph.

a few people in the parking lot glance our way. “Girl, you almost gave me a heart attack.” I sigh and force a smile. “Just tired, sorry.” She eyes me suspiciously but then drapes her hand around my shoulder again leading me in for class. Chemistry. Yay. The teacher, Mrs. Gibson, walks in, immediately launching into whatever he thinks qualifies as an inspiring start to the lesson. Something about molecular bonds. Or heat reactions. I can’t tell. I’m not listening. All I can hear is his voice.

“Open your chemistry book to chapter seven. We’re starting with chemical bonding.” I rolled my eyes and dropped into the chair across from him. My tiny skirt rode up my thighs but I didn’t pull it down. I popped a fresh piece of gum in my mouth and started chewing loud on purpose, snapping it between my teeth. While he talked about atoms and electrons, I grabbed my notebook and started doodling. Big thick dicks. Veiny ones. I wrote “Mr. Sinclair’s cock” under the first one, then drew another one even bigger with balls and everything. I smiled to myself, pussy tingling the whole time. He kept talking, explaining shit I didn’t care about, but I just kept drawing, making the dicks look like the

“Been practising?” “Yeah.” I cough again and clear my throat. “Yes.” Mostly at night when the whole house is asleep since I can’t catch a break in school. Over the days, I’ve learnt two things. One, chemistry isn’t so bad. Two, nothing is impossible if you have someone like Calum to break it down for you with cue cards.