Can You Hear My Heart Beating Like a Hammer?

Help, I'm alive.

How I can't wait for Wednesdays now!

The first chem lab, I stole glances at him. We made awkward eye contact through the lab box. Oh, he was beautiful. But such a uniquely attractive person would never be interested in me. . .

Enter Monday.
I go to the library to print off my essay, and guess who sits next to me? Maybe I did make an impression. . .?

Wednesday. 1:50pm. Room S138.

There he is. With light blue jeans and a black coffeehouse t-shirt. He's about 6'2"-6'3", blonde hair, bright blue eyes. Skinny. Nice forearms. And he looks like he could be a model, but not the abercrombie/cologne bottle type. The artsy, unique, avant-garde type. It's so hot.

His wheelchair-confined friend is at the station next to him. How nice. Dr. Hylden has them paired up because beautiful man must be an assistant, and his friend.

We start our lab with the purpose being to figure out the separate amounts of three compounds in a mysterious mixture. The compounds are NH4Cl, NaCl, and SiO2. Well, we have to sublime the NH4Cl out first and then measure it, finding out how much there was afterward.

About three-five minutes go by and everyone is watching me. Mine is the only one still smoking. Beautiful man points it out and smiles, watching me. He's fully entertained. I'm just sitting on my stool awkwardly because everyone is watching mine still smoking. Soon enough, it finishes.

I move onto the NaCl and I drop it, letting out a little squeal because of surprise. He smiles at me once again. As it's cooling, I read my book. He bends down and to the right and tries to figure out what I'm reading. I tell him awkwardly and am scared that I said something stupid.

The NaCl is done, but while I'm waiting for the SiO2 to finish I read the lab instructions. I notice something hilarious and I start smiling as I read it. I look up. Beautiful man is watching me laugh at the book, so I say:

"You know what, this book isn't very nice. It says, 'if you have gotten less than 99%, you have been sloppy.'"

Then he says, "Oh wow, it's basically saying that if you got below near-perfect, you're an idiot!"

So we joked about that for some time.

A time passes and he compliments me on my backpack. I say thanks, enthusiastically. So I grab onto my balls and say that I didn't get his name. His name is Jarrett. His friend is looking at me so I politely ask what his name is too, and his name is Isaac.

I leave and they sit down at a table behind me. Instead of going home, I stand around in the lobby awkwardly. I ask to sit down with them and they say it's okay. We discuss the chem homework and talk about classes. At one point, Jarrett and I are on one side about a problem while Isaac is on the other. Isaac is incredibly smart -- he's in Calculus III, Physics, and Chemistry. Jarrett is in the same math I am, and he talks about his ridiculous teacher. We joke about how she could be an impostor, and that he should change math classes.

He asks if I snowboard or skateboard, and I said that I've tried both. I told him the story about how my cousins Jarred and Connor took me to the top of a black diamond and told me to "figure it out." He understood and laughed as I told him how I basically just sledded down the rest of the hill.

We say goodbye and we walk outside. He says, "see you next Thursday."

Our labs are on Wednesdays, not Thursdays. Haha.

As I drive off, I turn my head to check for traffic. I see Jarrett and Isaac from a distance, watching me drive away.

I check out the place on Jarrett's shirt, the coffee house pub. It's called Bucer's, and guess where it's located? Moscow, ID. Could he potentially being going to UI next year, where his sister is?

Is this too good to be true?

I guess we'll find out soon enough...