𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 **𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫**

hitting on the new girl

They both got into chemistry. "Mr. Dugray, Ms. Irvine, it looks like you missed the pairing up, so you two must work together." Dr. Balane goes, with an unphased look on his face. Eloise looks at her watch and comments, "But we are three minutes early to class."

"You see this face, it's the face of I don't care." Dr. Balane says and starts to move onto instructions. Eloise shot Tristan, who had a smirk displayed against his face, a death glare. Tristan walked over to their seats and Eloise rolled her eyes at him as he stared back at her to come and sit. Eloise walked over to him and sat on the chair next to him and took out her notebook which already had a pencil in it. Eloise started copying down the instructions, word by word, to ensure no mistake would be made when she did the experiment. Tristan pushed Eloise's hair off of her shoulder to see exactly what to do after practically day dreaming for 20 minutes.

"I like the smell of your perfume, is it lavender?" Tristan asked, getting the beakers for the experiment then hovering over her, a hand on the table, enclosing her. Eloise felt her cheeks flush and she pulled the beakers closer, "Yes actually."

Tristan then pulled his chair closer to hers and Eloise looked slightly to her side to see him just staring at her side profile.

"I have a camera if you'd like to capture my essence on film since it appears, you can't look away." Eloise spat out sarcastically. Tristan chuckled then pulled her notebook closer, "I just find this experiment extremely interesting."

Eloise nodded her head and continued to grab different chemicals, mixing them in. After 10 minutes or so, Tristan moved closer and whispered, "Are we done yet?"

Eloise, not looking away from the chemicals, replied, "I thought this was interesting."

Tristan narrowed his eyes at her and pulled a chemical aside, mixing it into something else Eloise put to the side. Within a matter of seconds, the flask started to overflow with foam, Tristan getting up before the foam could get him, but Eloise, who realized too late, had foam on her blazer.

Eloise stood up quick before foam could fall anywhere else on her and eventually the reaction stopped.

"Are you shitting me?" Eloise said, taking off the blazer and looking at the now bleached looking part.

The students in the class turned to look at Eloise and Tristan. "Turn the fuck around and worry about your own fucking experiments." Eloise spat out, loudly at the students all looking at her. "Ms. Irvine, language!" the teacher scolded.

Eloise stood there, frozen, finally letting what she said seep through. It was quite obvious to Tristan that she slowly sat down in shame. Tristan looked at the teacher, death glaring at him, making the teacher slightly flinch as he walked by their table. With Eloise's blazer off, her body shape was completely visible.

Her posture was slightly slouched due to her head resting on her hands out of frustration, and her figure, a perfect hourglass, which had most of the people in class looking at her, their jaws almost to the floor. Tristan took his blazer off and covered her with it. Eloise, shocked at the fabric that touched her skin, looked up from the table to see Tristan looking at her notebook and adding the rest of the chemicals to the experiment. Eloise slightly smiled at him and turned her chair towards him.

"Do you mind passing me the bunson burner?" Tristan asked, pointing to the plugged burner next to Eloise. Tristan then looked from the burner to Eloise, her smile making him smile. Eloise unplugged the burner and handed it to him. Tristan turned the burner on and Eloise started reading off the instructions.

Tristan never truly realized how precise Eloise was when she talked. When she talked, she articulated the words the right way and made anyone smile, it was the elegant way she spoke that made everyone want her to talk more.