Girls Like Enemies (Chapter 4)

After her new knowledge failed to win over her crush, Andrea sought more help from her friends. They told her if her brains didn't work, use her body and see what happens. So the next day, when chemistry class started, Andrea walked in, looking more beautiful than she usually does. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder, tight black dress that stopped above her knees. She also wore wooden sandal wedges with black straps and golden hoop earrings. Her hair was straight which made her seem more different because she always wore her glossy brown hair in curls. And she had on blurred black eyeshadow to create smoky eyes. Lastly, she had on nude lipstick and pink lip gloss. Basically, she looked like a hot celebrity. The boys who were already in class couldn't take their eyes off of Andrea. When the bell rang, the only guy who wasn't looking was Randall.
Mister Emerson, the chemistry teacher, entered the classroom and closed the door. When he walked behind his long desk, he glanced at Andrea, who sat in the front row of desks. His glance turned into a stare.
"Andrea, you're all dressed up," he noticed. "What's the occasion?"
"No occasion," smiled Andrea. "I just thought it was necessary to look nice today."
"Well, you look hot... Not that I'm staring. Because you know, you're a child and I'm a teacher."
"I'm eighteen years old, Mister Emerson."
"Oh, thank God... that it's Thursday. Do me a favor, Andrea, and not dress like this ever in my class again?"
"Sure, Mister Emerson."
"Thank you. Okay, class, I got a new assignment. It is all explained on the papers at your assigned counters. Be gone now!"
The students got up and assembled with their lab partners. Andrea sashayed up to her counter while Randall made his way over. Andrea leaned against the counter with a smile on her face and her eyes starving for her crush. But Randall's eyes were more cranky than starving.
"Aren't you gonna read the assignment?" he asked.
Andrea picked up the paper on the counter and handed it to Randall. "Why don't you read it for me?"
Randall snatched the paper from her hand. "I know you didn't lose your eyesight in one day."
"Just read it."
As Randall read from the paper, Andrea moved closer to him. "'Your assignment is to figure out what organic chemistry is all about'. They should've taught us this before we went the inorganic way. But this should be easy. We need goggles."
"Can you go fetch us some goggles, please?" Andrea asked seductively, leaning on the counter.
"Why don't you get your own?"
"Just get the freakin' goggles," she said through her teeth.
Randall sighed. "Fine." He left to retrieve two pairs of goggles from the cabinet. After coming back, he threw a pair at Andrea, which she caught.
"Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah." Randall set his eyes on the paper.
"You enjoyin' what you seein'?"
Randall looked up. "Can you not bug me? We have work to do."
"Of course. We have... work to do." Andrea bent over the counter and rested her elbows. "Is there any work you'd like me to do?" She stood up straight and stretched, showing how lithe her body is.
"Listen, I don't want any of the candy you're selling. Okay?"
Andrea paused. "Did you just call me a hooker?"
"Well, if the fat lady sings..."
"I'm not fat either."
"Look, Andrea, just put the substance in the beaker and mix the white balls in. Can you do that?"
"I most certainly can."
"Good."
"Good!"
Andrea was so angry. What could she do to get Randall's attention? Following his orders, Andrea looked for the substance to place in the empty, clean beaker. On the counter were three containers, labeled by numbers 1 through three, full of colored liquids. She picked up the container of green liquid named "#1"and popped off the lid. She poured the whole thing in the beaker, not caring how much she was supposed to put in. Randall's eyes were on the sheet of instructions and since Andrea irritated him a bit, he didn't care to look at her. Andrea looked for the white balls, which were in a Ziplock bag labeled, "Specimen #1". She opened the bag and, angrily, one by one, dropped all of the sparkly, little, white balls in the beaker. Eventually, Randall started to look at Andrea.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm putting the white balls in the beaker like you said," Andrea responded with her eyes on the beaker.
"Yeah, but I didn't say put them all in." He snatched the bag from Andrea's hands.
"You weren't specific about how many to put in."
"That's why you should read the instructions, stupid."
"Okay, that's the last time you gon' call me stupid."
The white balls dissolved in the green liquid and made it all fizzy. Then the liquid started bubbling like a shaken soda.
"Great, now the substance is fizzling," Randall noted.
"Well, it's not my fault," said Andrea, throwing her hands in the air.
"Yes, it is!"
"Okay, it is."
The liquid changed from gooey to a foaming consistency and began overflowing out of the beaker.
"We're gonna get in so much trouble," said Randall, picking up the paper.
"Let's just soak it all up with some napkins," Andrea recommended.
"If we use napkins, they'll burn, cake face."
"Cake face?"
"You got a bunch of makeup on your face."
"So what? I don't know how to put on makeup?"
"Well, I know your face isn't supposed to look like frosting."
"Sorry for looking nice. I think I look nice this way."
"Oh, please. You look like somebody dropped you off on the street."
"Hey, I know you insult me every day but that really hurts my feelings."
"Like you have feelings. If you did, you'd care about projects like this and not mess them up."
"I'm sorry, Ronald McDonald. Look, why don't you just use a cup?" Andrea picked up a glass cup from the side and placed it next to the flooding beaker.
"A cup is not going to work, genius." Randall reached over and attempted to grab the cup.
Him and Andrea began fighting over the cup and eventually, Randall got a hold of it. Andrea pushed him, making him touch the countertop, which was covering in green foam. Randall leaped up and held his wrist.
"Ah!" he screamed. "You burned my hand again!"
"Well, I'm sorry that you're so clumsy," Andrea shouted.
"God, Andrea! You ruin everything!"
Randall walked away with all eyes on him. Andrea just stood there, feeling bad, not just for him but for herself. Everything from her brains to her body didn't work and she was afraid that nothing would ever work.