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  ”no,” i said, flushing. ”i'll go ahead.”
  i was showing off, just a little. i'd already dohis lab, and i knew
  what i was looking for. it should be easy. i s slide into
  plader the microsd adjusted it quickly to the 40x objective.
  i studied the slide briefly.
  my assessment was t. ”prophase.”
  ”do you mind if i look?” he asked as i begahe slide. his
  hand e, to stop me, as he asked. his fingers were ice-cold,
  like he'd been holding them in a snowdrift before class. but that wasn't
  why i jerked my hand away so qui he touched me, it stung my
  hand as if arit had passed through us.
  ”i'm sorry,” he muttered, pulling his hand back immediately. however, he
  ued to reaicroscope. i watched him, still staggered, as
  he examihe slide for aer time than i had.
  ”prophase,” he agreed, writihe first spa our
  worksheet. he swiftly switched out the first slide for the sed
  the cursorily.
  ”anaphase,” he murmured, writing it dooke.
  i kept my voidifferent. ”may i?”
  he smirked ahe mie.
  i lh the eyepiece eagerly, only to be disappointed. dang it,
  he was right.
  ”slide three?” i held out my hand without looking at him.
  he hao me; it seemed like he was beio touch my
  skin again.
  i took the most fleeting look i anage.
  ”interphase.” i passed him the microscope before he could ask for it. he
  took a swift peek, ae it down. i would have written it while
  he looked, but his clear, elegant stimidated me. i didn't want to
  spoil the page with my clumsy scrawl.
  we were finished before anyone else was close. i ike and his
  partner paring two slides again and again, and anroup had their
  book opeable.
  which left me with nothing to do but try to not look at him…
  unsuccessfully. i gland he was stari same
  inexplicable look of frustration in his eyes. suddehat
  subtle differen his face.
  ”did you get tacts?” i blurted out unthinkingly.
  he seemed puzzled by my uion. ”no.”
  ”oh,” i mumbled. ”i thought there was somethi your
  eyes.”
  he shrugged, and looked away.
  in fact, i was sure there was somethi. i vividly remembered
  the flat black color of his eyes the last time he'd glared at me — the
  colainst the bad of his pale skin and his auburn
  hair. today, his eyes letely different cole ocher,
  darker thach, but with the same golden tone. i didn't
  uand how that could be, unless he was lying for some reason about
  the taaybe forks was making me the literal sense of
  the word.
  i looked down. his hands were to hard fists again.
  mr. baable then, to see eren't w. he
  looked over our shlaed lab, aared
  more io cheswers.
  ”so, edward, didn't you think isabella should get a ce with the
  mir. banner asked.
  ”bella,” edward correatically. ”actually, she idehree
  of the five.”
  mr. ba me now; his expressioical.
  ”have you dohis lab before?” he asked.
  i smiled sheepishly. ”not with onion root.”
  ”whitefish blastula?”
  ”yeah.”
  mr. banner nodded. ”were you in an adva program in phoenix?”
  ”yes.”
  ”well,” he said after a mome's good you two are lab
  partners.” he mumbled something else as he walked away. after he left, i
  began doodling on my notebook again.
  ”it's too bad about the snow, isn't it?” edward asked. i had the feeling
  that he was f himself to make small talk with me. para
  ain. it was like he had heard my versatio
  lund was trying to