Melissa De La Cruz- Blue Bloods 2 by Masquerade

Author:Masquerade
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-07-03T17:24:38+00:00

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“Any time you want to eat your words, Force, you know where to find me.”

“Jack, it's just a joke," Mimi said, trying to mollify her brother.

"Drop it," Jack said, shrugging off her hand from his shoulder.

He walked away quickly, and Mimi followed him, a cross look on her face. “Jack, wait, c'mon.”

But Jack didn't turn around. His ears were burning from embarrassment at lashing out like that in public.

Had that been wise? He'd had to stop Kingsley, hadn't he? Or was he just being humorless like his sister had said? And anyway, what was Kingsley talking about? What sacrifices had the Martins made?

He would have to ask his father about this.

TWENTY-TWO

Oliver had saved her a seat next to his in Chem lab. Hehanded Schuyler her goggles, and she put on her lead apron. "What are we doing today?" she asked, fitting the goggles over her nose. Oliver was already wearing his. The whole class looked like a team of welders. Across the room, Mimi loudly complained that the goggles gave her an ugly red mark on her nose, but no one paid much attention.

"Making candy again?" Schuyler asked.

Oliver checked the Bunsen burner and turned it on slowly, so it emitted a small, red flame. "Yup.”

In the past, Duchesne had had one of the most inventive and charismatic science teachers on the subject.

In fact, Chem lab was so popular among the students that both jun-iors and sophomores were allowed to take it as an elective. But Mr. Anthony, the boyish, enthusiastic, and recent Yale grad, had been discharged from the school over winter breakdue to an unfortunate affair with one of his students, who had gotten pregnant. Mr. Anthony was fired, and the student expelled. This was not Degrassi Junior High, after all. This was Duchesne.

Which was all well and good, except that with Mr. Anthony and his advanced, yet exciting, lab experiments gone (last semester they had turned copper into gold, or at least gold plate), the students were stuck with boring old Mr. Korgan, whose syllabus included a series of experiments each duller than the next. Calculating density. Determining the composition of water. Identifying a solution as acid, base, or neutral. Yaawwwn. Mr. Korgan was so slow that for two weeks the class was involved in creating a chemical reaction in hydrogen and fructose otherwise known as turning sugar and water into candy.

Schuyler was ready to place a beaker filled with water above the burner, when Mr. Korgan announced they were going to do something different that day.

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and so I must—cough separate you from your friends. Will the part-ner on the left please step down to the next table, and so on, and we will keep this rotation every week.”

Oliver and Schuyler looked pained. "See you after class," Oliver called as Schuyler collected her things and moved over to the next table, where Kingsley Martin was standing.

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