Chemistry Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

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.

Kaden said, taking out yellow orange juice I had hand squeezed. “I just can't wait for our mating ceremony. It's like… you guys didn't know, but I crushed on you for a long time.” Eileen said, taking a tomato from my bowl of tomatoes. “Seriously? On all three of us?” Kaden asked, pouring orange juice for himself. “Yeah, I couldn't pick. There was this day in class… I think that was elementary school. I was asked who I would pick among the three of you. Boy, I was up in my head for minutes, trying to pick, but you know what I said in the end?”

I reached my class lost in my thoughts. Chemistry would have been more interesting if chemicals were living beings. A little ball of blue chlorine and another ball of pink potassium run towards each other while shining bright, woosh!! interacted. And produce a big ball of what? A purple plorine? or chlotassiun? Wow!! My little chemical movie was interrupted by Jacob. He sat and stretched his hand towards me. "Maths notes." "Not again." I narrowed my eyes at him.

She pointed to the corsage in his breast pocket. “It's like we dressed up for each other tonight. You're wearing the same color as my dress. Why don't we undress each other after?’ I didn't miss Sophia's irritated look and eye roll. If I were Valfred, I'd throw up. That was a very crazy pickup line for a man who wasn't interested in you. Thankfully, the tension was broken once again. “Gather round, it is time to present your gifts to the Queen!”

“Boring.” It wasn’t surprising that he was mocking them. The contents of these little notes were utterly unoriginal, filled with cheesy pick-up lines. Some asked directly for her contact details, while others were more detailed: “I’m the guy sitting at your seven o’clock. If you turn around, we’ll be friends.” There were even some who gave their phone numbers directly, listing their height, weight, and hobbies, and claiming they had no bad habits, no ex-girlfriends, and were as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

When the sodium transitioned into pink, I smiled and recorded my observations in my notebook. “You’re doing great,” Miss Vera said, circulating around the room. “Excellent work.” “Thank you,” I responded with a smile, while listening to a lame chemistry joke one of the boys was telling his friends. “Why did the acid and base go on a date? Because they wanted to see if they had a ‘neutral’ connection.” Everyone else burst into laughter except me. I wondered if I was strange for not getting the humor. “Why did the molecule lose his girlfriend? Because he was always too reactive and she needed someone more stable.”

Kids these days! Simone was talking to Eva about some upcoming dance and I was chatting with them too until my fake boyfriend decided to text me and his cheesy pick-up lines instantly became much more exciting than the discussion of when and where to go shopping. Blackmailer- 'And lemme guess, now you feel awesome? Super amazing? Dance-all-through- the-night great?' I bit my lip, fighting a huge smile from spreading on my lips. 'No, I feel neutral. You aren't anything special.'

I asked him as if he was crazy, but I was laughing on the inside. “Gah! Can’t you just let me have fun for once! That’s already twenty pick up lines and usually they work for most girls! Why are you so good at this?” He asked frustrated, but quickly erased it with a smirk. Oh no, here it goes again. “I wonder what else you’re good at,” he said suggestively, arching his eyebrow in a seductive way. I threw him one of my French fries and it landed on his gray shirt, leaving a spot of oil behind. “Gosh, this was a new shirt!”

“Your team’s work on immunoassay is groundbreaking, and I want to contribute to something meaningful.” I thought it was a decent answer—polished, professional. But Daniel didn’t react. He just kept tapping his screen as if he was listening to a weather report. After that, he asked me some practical questions-some about maths, some about serial dilutions. He also passed me a pipette to let me show him how I would use them. I was gradually feeling more relaxed, as I was always confident about what I was good at. “Well,” he said after a long pause, “let’s see how you handle the less polished questions.”

“Come here often?” I snorted at his cliché pick-up line and rolled my eyes. He would try one pick-up line per school year before he put on his overprotective, nobody fucks with my friend, armor on. “Oh yeah. All the time,” I deadpanned. “Well, damnit. Looks like I struck out again for the final and last time. My poor heart,” he wailed dramatically. That had me cracking up, to which he just winked. Then he reached into his jacket, bringing out some candy. He slid some over to me. I was a lover of all things sweet, so I grabbed a piece.