Chemistry; Henry/Amber, PG
Chemistry
Henry/Amber
PG
Fluff? xD
1195 words
Amber considers herself as a prisoner since early in the morning. She is currently sitting at the corner of her classroom silently; with her eyes glances outside the window every once in a while, trying to escape herself out of the boredom. Basically she still has another thick book waiting in line to be tamed. But instead of doing what she needs to do, she takes up a pencil and places it between her nose and lips, making an assumption that the action would do her poor soul a bit favor for the next hours.
Chemistry, of all the subjects, has never been her favorite. It’s too bad that her previous score couldn’t able to save her from the detention due to her sleeping habit during the classes. So there she is, sacrificing her weekend by learning about the formulas for about five hours.
“You’re late,” a low voice coming from the front startles her. She lifts her eyes, moving her sight from the awkward pencil to the teacher in front of her. The words are definitely not for me, she thinks.
“Sorry, Sir! Basketball practice.”
Amber blinks her eyes, her jaw’s automatically dropped, and the poor pencil falls down. She can’t believe what she is seeing at the moment. What is he doing here? Don’t tell me he is..
“Well then, it’s about time after all,” the teacher collects his stuff before getting up from his chair. “Remember Henry, I want her to be good.”
The boy flashes out a smile and later thrusting his hand towards the teacher, “You’ll get the new her in two weeks, Sir. Trust me!”
Mr. Park manages to give Amber a final glance before nodding his head to Henry and leaving the two of them alone.
“I can’t believe this!” Amber shouts out immediately the moment the door closes.
Henry rolls his eyes, letting out a smug grin, “What? You don’t think I can do chemistry?”
“You can’t even spell the word carbon properly.”
He laughs at it bitterly while putting the basketball down, “First thing’s first, what do you get for-- what? Amber! How can you be so stu.. I mean, how can you be so bad at this?”
“Shut up!” Amber grabs her score back and manages to strike him in the head.
Henry sighs over her reaction and rubs his head slowly, “I can be a good teacher, you know.”
She shrugs lazily, “I’m allergic to it, Henry. It can’t be helped.”
He shakes his head in disbelief and starts to pull a chair closer, practically ignoring the sudden groan coming from Amber, “Come on, I don’t have enough time to do this with you. Let’s get you smarter right awayyy!”
Amber feels like throwing up.
The end of two weeks is already near, but Amber doesn’t think Henry is doing her a favor.
In fact, she finds him rather disturbing.
All these times, she thinks. There was never even a time she looks at him in a romantic way for she has been very used to the slaps and mocks and yells at each other that she forgets to notice small things.
Till now.
She realizes that Henry has got a nice scent, despite what others say how he rarely takes a bath or else. He has this habit of standing behind her during their formula time together, and whenever she starts to mix the solution, he would be moving so close that she could sense his breath brushes her neck softly in the way it sends shivers along her spine.
Henry, she notices for the short 10 days, could surprisingly be a sweet person at such times. There’s this thing going on whenever he lets out light chuckles after noticing the small miscalculation she made over a simple formula. He would smile that eye-smile of his and later poke her in the head softly. And though Amber believes that she is such a slow learner, Henry would never get tired explaining things over and over again.
They were not so useful though, because she realizes that she never really listens to it seriously, for she is dazzled at his serious-yet-so-adorable face when teaching her.
Oh God.. Why is he doing this to me?
Amber is frustrated. There’s no way she can maintain a good mark for her next exam.
“Hey!” A familiar voice brings her into another jolt at the time. Amber has just squeezed another tube she’s using for the last hours.
“Hey teacher,” she replies without looking back, silently cursing her hand for suddenly trembling.
Henry puts his bag down, intending to help her mixing the formula. He walks closer and ends up standing behind her again. Here we go again.
“Have you checked the percentages?”
Amber nods.
“And the solution masses?”
She nods again, “They’re fine.”
Henry watches silently from the back the moment after and Amber lets out small sigh. It is moment like this that makes her totally uncomfortable.
“By the way,” Henry breaks the silence slowly, his hand correcting her way of gripping the tube. “You smell good.”
Amber loses it. She jerks away the moment he says those words, causing the acid solution spilled on her hand a bit. What on earth did he--
Henry moves closer to check on her hands immediately. Their hands touched, “That was dangerous! Are you alri--”
“Damn it, Henry! Would you stop?” Amber pulls her hand back, her cheeks flushed.
Henry blinks his eyes blankly. It takes him moment before finally exploding into unstoppable laughter. “You’re blushing! Amber! Hahahahah I don’t know you can be so cute!”
Amber ignores the glorious laughter. She can feel the heat is heading back straightly to her face, so she clears her folders up hastily, wanting to disappear as fast as the wind blows. Unfortunately, Henry is way faster, and she gets caught between his hands.
“Where are you going? The class doesn’t even start yet,” his voice is low, teasing.
“Henry, stop it. Let me go,” she starts slapping herself mentally for shivering upon hearing his voice coming at such a close distant.
“What if I won’t?”
“You’re the wors--" Amber doesn’t manage to finish her line for she is later silenced by his lips.
Henry starts it awkwardly, which she surprisingly finds it quite enchanting. She doesn’t know that ten seconds could felt like eternity.
“I don’t know that you have a crush on me,” Henry places his head in front of Amber’s, their foreheads touched.
“Shut up,” Amber punches his chest lightly after synchronizing her messy heart successfully. “So now what?” She rises her head so that her eyes can reach his. “Can I get an A for kissing you?”
Henry lets out a big laugh, “Nope. But let’s find you another teacher.”
Amber has her exam done safely the next four days thanks to Krystal. She celebrates it by sticking her B+ score on Henry’s locker, with an additional paper in it.
You might be not the best teacher for me, but still.. you can try to be the perfect boyfriend. Fighting! :D
Henry takes it down the day after. He can’t stop smiling from ear to ear.
Henry/Amber
PG
Fluff? xD
1195 words
Amber considers herself as a prisoner since early in the morning. She is currently sitting at the corner of her classroom silently; with her eyes glances outside the window every once in a while, trying to escape herself out of the boredom. Basically she still has another thick book waiting in line to be tamed. But instead of doing what she needs to do, she takes up a pencil and places it between her nose and lips, making an assumption that the action would do her poor soul a bit favor for the next hours.
Chemistry, of all the subjects, has never been her favorite. It’s too bad that her previous score couldn’t able to save her from the detention due to her sleeping habit during the classes. So there she is, sacrificing her weekend by learning about the formulas for about five hours.
“You’re late,” a low voice coming from the front startles her. She lifts her eyes, moving her sight from the awkward pencil to the teacher in front of her. The words are definitely not for me, she thinks.
“Sorry, Sir! Basketball practice.”
Amber blinks her eyes, her jaw’s automatically dropped, and the poor pencil falls down. She can’t believe what she is seeing at the moment. What is he doing here? Don’t tell me he is..
“Well then, it’s about time after all,” the teacher collects his stuff before getting up from his chair. “Remember Henry, I want her to be good.”
The boy flashes out a smile and later thrusting his hand towards the teacher, “You’ll get the new her in two weeks, Sir. Trust me!”
Mr. Park manages to give Amber a final glance before nodding his head to Henry and leaving the two of them alone.
“I can’t believe this!” Amber shouts out immediately the moment the door closes.
Henry rolls his eyes, letting out a smug grin, “What? You don’t think I can do chemistry?”
“You can’t even spell the word carbon properly.”
He laughs at it bitterly while putting the basketball down, “First thing’s first, what do you get for-- what? Amber! How can you be so stu.. I mean, how can you be so bad at this?”
“Shut up!” Amber grabs her score back and manages to strike him in the head.
Henry sighs over her reaction and rubs his head slowly, “I can be a good teacher, you know.”
She shrugs lazily, “I’m allergic to it, Henry. It can’t be helped.”
He shakes his head in disbelief and starts to pull a chair closer, practically ignoring the sudden groan coming from Amber, “Come on, I don’t have enough time to do this with you. Let’s get you smarter right awayyy!”
Amber feels like throwing up.
The end of two weeks is already near, but Amber doesn’t think Henry is doing her a favor.
In fact, she finds him rather disturbing.
All these times, she thinks. There was never even a time she looks at him in a romantic way for she has been very used to the slaps and mocks and yells at each other that she forgets to notice small things.
Till now.
She realizes that Henry has got a nice scent, despite what others say how he rarely takes a bath or else. He has this habit of standing behind her during their formula time together, and whenever she starts to mix the solution, he would be moving so close that she could sense his breath brushes her neck softly in the way it sends shivers along her spine.
Henry, she notices for the short 10 days, could surprisingly be a sweet person at such times. There’s this thing going on whenever he lets out light chuckles after noticing the small miscalculation she made over a simple formula. He would smile that eye-smile of his and later poke her in the head softly. And though Amber believes that she is such a slow learner, Henry would never get tired explaining things over and over again.
They were not so useful though, because she realizes that she never really listens to it seriously, for she is dazzled at his serious-yet-so-adorable face when teaching her.
Oh God.. Why is he doing this to me?
Amber is frustrated. There’s no way she can maintain a good mark for her next exam.
“Hey!” A familiar voice brings her into another jolt at the time. Amber has just squeezed another tube she’s using for the last hours.
“Hey teacher,” she replies without looking back, silently cursing her hand for suddenly trembling.
Henry puts his bag down, intending to help her mixing the formula. He walks closer and ends up standing behind her again. Here we go again.
“Have you checked the percentages?”
Amber nods.
“And the solution masses?”
She nods again, “They’re fine.”
Henry watches silently from the back the moment after and Amber lets out small sigh. It is moment like this that makes her totally uncomfortable.
“By the way,” Henry breaks the silence slowly, his hand correcting her way of gripping the tube. “You smell good.”
Amber loses it. She jerks away the moment he says those words, causing the acid solution spilled on her hand a bit. What on earth did he--
Henry moves closer to check on her hands immediately. Their hands touched, “That was dangerous! Are you alri--”
“Damn it, Henry! Would you stop?” Amber pulls her hand back, her cheeks flushed.
Henry blinks his eyes blankly. It takes him moment before finally exploding into unstoppable laughter. “You’re blushing! Amber! Hahahahah I don’t know you can be so cute!”
Amber ignores the glorious laughter. She can feel the heat is heading back straightly to her face, so she clears her folders up hastily, wanting to disappear as fast as the wind blows. Unfortunately, Henry is way faster, and she gets caught between his hands.
“Where are you going? The class doesn’t even start yet,” his voice is low, teasing.
“Henry, stop it. Let me go,” she starts slapping herself mentally for shivering upon hearing his voice coming at such a close distant.
“What if I won’t?”
“You’re the wors--" Amber doesn’t manage to finish her line for she is later silenced by his lips.
Henry starts it awkwardly, which she surprisingly finds it quite enchanting. She doesn’t know that ten seconds could felt like eternity.
“I don’t know that you have a crush on me,” Henry places his head in front of Amber’s, their foreheads touched.
“Shut up,” Amber punches his chest lightly after synchronizing her messy heart successfully. “So now what?” She rises her head so that her eyes can reach his. “Can I get an A for kissing you?”
Henry lets out a big laugh, “Nope. But let’s find you another teacher.”
Amber has her exam done safely the next four days thanks to Krystal. She celebrates it by sticking her B+ score on Henry’s locker, with an additional paper in it.
You might be not the best teacher for me, but still.. you can try to be the perfect boyfriend. Fighting! :D
Henry takes it down the day after. He can’t stop smiling from ear to ear.