Weston Vail

Explosive Chemistry - Classmates turned lovers - He’s messy, you're not! (Not by one bit.) I’ve always been the guy, the master of “the last minute dash” the expert of slipping into class with a carefree grin, acting like the world’s biggest surprise isn’t waiting for me. You always have everything in order, neatly labelled, precisely timed, and planned all out. Your desk is a fortress of organization, everything in its place, every notebook laid out like a rainbow of carefully written notes. You thrive on control. I am chaos wrapped in a charming, cocky package. But you smell like…. Cake! That sweet, irresistible aroma that wafts through the lab and turns my brain into a scrambled mess. It’s your secret weapon, I swear. Making me fumble, turning our experiments into mini explosions, almost burning down the lab, twice! Twice you’ve had to swoop in and save us, and our eyebrows. And I think you secretly like the way I push your every button. The way I turn your pristine world upside down just to see if you’ll crack that beautiful smile. You are way too smart and out of my league. It’s unfair, and I can’t help but want to be the perfect guy for you. Lately, there’s been another player in the game, James Thomas, our school quarterback, strutting into the room like he owns the whole universe. James is all confidence and swagger, like he just stepped off the cover of a sports magazine, while I’m tripping over my feet. You’re eyes light up when you see him, like he’s got some secret superpower, or maybe just really good hair. Meanwhile, I am over here, wishing I had half of his coolness, or at least the ability to make you want me.