Calvin Evans Lessons In Chemistry Novels & Stories

He stared right into Edmund’s eyes before he said coldly, “I will give you one last chance now. If you refuse to tell the truth, the fate that awaits you next will be some sort of hell that you would have never imagined!” Edmund swallowed hard before he cried and said, “Master Wade, I really do not know what you are talking about! I’ve never studied Chemistry before! So, I honestly do not know what mercury dichloride is! I know what carbon dioxide is…” Charlie nodded slightly before he sneered and said, “Okay. You’ve chosen this path on your own. Don’t regret it in the future.”

the teacher called, discreetly trying to tell him not to start acting out. As a response, the latter only smiled and sat back down on the chair. And that’s when the teacher decided to start her lesson for the day. “Alright, since everyone is here now and all chairs are filled, let me give an introduction to our first lesson this year,” she wrote the lesson title on the chalkboard before turning back to look at her students. “Chemical Bonding.” The students kept quiet because the topic is somehow new to many or even unfamiliar.

I incline my head to both of them before grabbing Cali and racing toward our lockers. “Please tell me that was a one-time thing.” I say to her as we open our lockers and start pulling out books. She gives me a side eye. “It might be for the entire week.” I roll my eyes. “Seriously, Cali?” “Not my fault!” She says as we part ways and head to class My day is much the same as yesterday. Clint is still my partner in Chemistry. I can’t tell if he’s showing off or if he just cares about chemistry, but he’s really good at it. I appreciate him as a lab partner. It makes the class easier and more enjoyable.

Bernard asked grabbing Eva by the neck. Bernard pressed Eva's back against the wall behind her. He was only wearing his black trousers, so his upper torso was still bare. His beautiful firm chest and well-formed biceps were out for Eva to feast her gaze on but when death threatens you, you can't have time to admire anything. Eva focused on Bernard.

Her hair was loosely tied back into a ponytail, and her warm smile made her instantly approachable. “I’m Eva,” she said, offering her hand. “You’ll be working with me today.” I shook her hand, falling into step beside her as she led me down the corridor toward the lab. Eva walked fast, but it wasn’t the kind of speed that screamed stress—more like someone who naturally moved at their own rhythm. After switching into a lab coat, I followed her through the double doors. And that’s when I saw him. At the far end of the lab, Daniel Ross was standing over a counter, deep in conversation with another girl.

He had the kind of charm that got him into trouble, and out of it just as easily. Beside him sat Evan Russell, quieter but no less dangerous, swirling his drink with calculated ease. “You’re late,” Evan said calmly. “I’m on time. You’re early,” Calvin deadpanned. Marcus scoffed. “You see what I mean?” He turned to Evan. “This is why I say he needs therapy.” “I don’t need therapy.” “You definitely do,” Marcus shot back. “You look like you schedule your emotions between meetings.” Evan smirked into his glass, but Calvin ignored them.

~Cali~ Sliding out of the car, Evan’s powerful arms hauled me out of the driver’s side as if I weighed like a sack of feathers. From another person’s vantage point, his wrist might look healed and well. Too bad, I know he took with him the bottle of pain relievers that are prescribed for the entire week. “Hey.” I patted his back when he allowed my heels to touch the ground once more. “How are-” His lips swallowed my worried question, turning my words to moans as he slipped his tongue in my mouth, exploring, probing. My response is never a question for me, it’s always instant when it comes to his touch, his kisses.

The rest of my day is pretty uneventful if you don’t count me almost getting into a fistfight with some platinum blonde in my first class. My first class happened to be History of Elemental’s and we got a pretty funny introduction from our student/teacher. Evan Mack, a 3rd-year earth elemental conjurer is substituting for our real teacher this semester because she’s on maternity leave.

“Relax, Kingston. I thought you liked honesty now.” The word honesty snapped something. Kai crossed the space in two strides and shoved Evan back into the lab table. Glass rattled. Someone screamed. A beaker tipped and shattered, chemicals hissing across the floor. “Enough!” the teacher shouted. Too late. Evan pushed back, adrenaline flaring. “You think you scare me? Your family can’t—” Kai’s fist connected before the sentence finished. Not calculated. Not clean. Real. The impact sent Evan sprawling, chair clattering, blood blooming instantly from his lip. Gasps filled the room. Phones came out. Someone yelled for security.

I will need to get some supplies before I start on my next project. Professor Evans thought to himself as he drove to work. I will need tape, rope, super glue… he never had to worry about forgetting what he needs because of years of mental challenges. He knew that he couldn’t’ afford to keep notes or any records of his acts, he always had to stay on guard. The only thing that has kept him from getting caught was his rule; leave no evidence behind. So far, it’s worked for him.