The Boy and I flirt while solving Chemical Balancing Equations

In the two back rows 

There is neon pink goo 

Splattered from my desk and behind towards you 

Who knew H20 + O2 could be bring me closer to you 

I watch as your hands move, copying answers 

All the while you laugh as I tease you 

A rare moment 

It is mostly you making my cheeks splatter with color

As I watch the corner of your lip turn up into that smirk 

As I watch you run your left hand, the one with the birthmark, through your hair 

You make me feel as if I’m running a fever

A fever I don’t want to break ever 

I want to always feel flushed and hazy


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