Chemistry Test You Haven't Studied For(Complete)

[Gia Stevens]

Gia blinked at the question on the paper, surprised. “…Yes?” she offered, considering it. In truth, she wasn’t sure, but considering that it clearly wasn’t a good thing when he tried to talk, or he didn’t feel it a good thing, it was probably remotely around the same lines. “It’s… not a good feeling.”

He took it from her, weighing it, and then poured it. ’No,’ she wanted to tell him, biting her lip as she watched it swirl away down the drain. ’Let me kill the Orange and Black, let me do it…’ But she never said it, and it swirled away, gone. Gone. As Louis apparently took over the duty of washing their equipment, Gia took the items that didn’t need to be cleaned, the stand, the burner, that sort of thing, returning them to where they belonged, before she quick darted a paper towel in amongst the water he was using to clean them, and wiped down the table, carefully avoiding their papers. Yes, she was pretty sure that they hadn’t made a mess, but it was standard procedure.

Throwing it away, and returning to where Louis offered her his paper, she flashed him a smile. “Thanks,” she told him, before beginning the process of filling out her paper (well, continuing it, as she had already done some of it). All the factual stuff was pretty simple to get down, but for the most part, her observations were her own, with added input from the other’s paper on things that she hadn’t noticed, and it was done.

Carefully printing her name at the top of her paper, as it wasn’t familiar enough yet to her to have a signature, she grinned, pleased, her good humor coming back. “Sweet, we’re all done!” she cheered, delighted. Paper filled out, all their stuff cleaned up… All they’d have to do was turn in their stuff, and maybe they could even leave early! That’d be great!

[Mime]

Louis took her paper and his and brought them to the teacher and turned it in. "So, where are you from? Since you don't know much of the city I am guessing that you are from someplace else like I am. Or are you just worthless without a GPS app on your phone?" he wrote hoping that the sarcastic humor would translate through the page otherwise it would feel kind of mean he gathered. He smiled as to try and sell it as was intended. The whole communication barrier really upset him as he tried to tell her the meaning aloud, "J-J-Joke."

He really wished he could be speaking telepathically right now which is when he felt most comfortable but sending messages into someone's mind just out of the blue could seriously scare the person on the other end. It makes them think they are crazy more often than not.He looked at the clock eagerly wanting the hands on its face to go faster because now there was a long silence. Normally he liked long silences, but this was different, they had actually been talking before so silence was not the norm. If they never talked then he would probably have never talked and would have been more at peace. People talked to much.

"So have you made any good friends here?" he asked digging desperately to find something to bring up. He was just wondered if there was anyone else who was somewhat cool in this city. He decided that although it may bring attention he was curious enough to risk it, he wanted to ask somewhat about this and she seemed to be as good as any to ask. "So, what do you think of this whole superhero trend?"

[Gia Stevens]

His question was meant with good intentions, probably by a transfer student hoping for some common ground, and the joke was cute, but… Considering who he was talking to, it kind of fell flat, as she really couldn’t give such a simple answer as he probably wanted. The corner of her mouth twitched upward at the joke, but Gia sighed. It was inevitable, really, that she would have to explain, but she had kind of hoped that he would hear it (albeit a distorted version, but at least she wouldn’t have to speak of it) through the school grapevine.

But when did luck ever go her way?

“I’m amnesiac,” the freshman stated bluntly, turning her eyes away and fixating them on one of the bricks on the wall, anything to not look at him. “Surprised you haven’t heard it by now, honestly. Nothing stays a secret in this school.” Or, really, in this city. Jump was just… open. Ironic, considering the supervillains and superheroes that populated the place, but it was true, nonetheless.

Glancing over at the sound of writing, as he wrote more, she smiled slightly as he attempted to make conversation. “Yeah, two girls, but they’re both freshman, too, and not in this class.” Of course. Guh. “You?”

The next question, however, made her lift an eyebrow, surprised. “Um, I like it? I guess? I mean, we got the villains, so we have to have the heroes…” She frowned, slightly irritably, as the image of Beast Boy came to mind. “Even if some of them are annoying…”

And their stories frightened her. Which really wasn’t something that she could say out loud without having to explain it all.

[Mime]

Louis nodded his head in acknowledgement. He had heard the rumor of course that she didn't really remember what brought her here but felt like asking anyways. Not to be rude or anything, just to confirm what he was told. She had seemed awfully quick to pull out the amnesiac card though. Not that Louis thought she was lying or anything. After all, he had no idea why she would have a reason to. However she just threw the statement out without even pausing to try to recall anything. He did not exactly want to pry further but he wondered if she remembered anything at all, even if it was some trivial thing.

"I have learned to find the answers for myself rather than listen to the crowds. It is just that a group of people playing a game of 'he said, she said' is not exactly of the same quality as the Daily Planet is it? I thought I'd find out myself. " he replied in another note.

He paused when he was asked if he had any friends here. A difficult question in his opinion. Sure he had people he would occasionally hang out with at school but he wasn't exactly sure if that was quite the same as having actual friends. Close enough he supposed. Yeah he didn't hang out with them often or even met up with them after school but that was what Louis felt was the best situation for him and possibly for the safety of others. He finally nodded his head to answer that he had friends. Well he had people at least.

"Annoying? How so? I mean I do sort of think that they are all over the place selling barbecue sauce and gum on television when they should be out saving the world. And some seem to be doing hero work simply for recognition instead of actually doing it to inspire justice." he scribbled.

[Gia Stevens]

Oh. Well that sort of made sense. “Oh…” she replied, bringing her eyes up from the note. “Well, it’s always good to listen to the gossip here,” Gia told him, offering up a bit of friendly advice, as she had more experience with this school and city, if only a minimal amount more. “At the least, they have a grain of truth to them. A lot of the time, they’re right.” At least with this group of teens, that is. The ones following them, and the ones before them might not have been as good as gathering the right information, but this section of the high school was pretty good at it.

Heck, they might even rival a spy network with how vast their knowledge was.

Smiling minutely as he nodded at the question, glad that the other, who seemed like he would be the loner type, had gained some friends, Gia glanced at the additional note curiously, expecting the question, but the rest of it made her snort. “Yeah, guess that’s kind of annoying.”

She rolled her eyes lightly. “Doesn’t really matter. Ran into one of the Teen Titans a bit ago, and he bugged me, that’s all. Nothing major.” And she really didn’t want to get in-depth, nope.

[Mime]

Louis nodded his head to what she said about the listening to the rumors at school. He was still not entirely sold on the concept. But he supposed it wouldn't hurt to listen, you never know, they may actually get things right sometimes. They did for the most when they talked about Gia. She was not the real center of attention or anything but they were right about the amnesia and apparently right about her having a run in with a titan. The date with the green one was still unanswered. But Louis did not ask, it was not his place

Since she had no memory of her past to speak of Louis wondered what her living arrangements were. Did she live with someone like a foster parent or something? Was it actually possible to be an emancipated adult at the age of fourteen? Louis wondered if she had family that she stayed with. Even though she may not remember who they were to her they may have still been responsible for her. He started to write again, "So do you live with someone? I am an emancipated adult how about you?"

He tugged at his uniform for a moment. He always found it uncomfortable. He was already a little pale and the white shirt washed it out even more. He did not look sick or anything but he still had this skin that still managed to remind of of those white marble sculpture but with a slight peach color to him. He also was not particularly used to wearing a tie and and always seemed to end up tying it to tight. He probably could have went to a public school instead of a private one but this place was closer to his house.

He was able to pay for his apartment and this school by using taking the money that his old commune stole from unsuspecting Parisians. He also would occasionally take the odd job to pay for the very rare luxuries he allowed himself to have. He kind of wanted to cut expenses and transfer into a public high school just to get out of the dress shirt and tie. "Uniforms are the worst huh?" he scrawled on the paper.

[Gia Stevens]

For a moment, she blinked, surprised, at the question presented to her, before she snorted. “Me, an adult?” she asked, finding it amusing. “No way. I’m living with a foster couple until they can track down info about who exactly I am.” And the Stevenses were nice, of course, though she really hoped that she had a family somewhere, that was looking for her. After all, Beast Boy couldn’t be right about her, no way.

She was just an ordinary girl, not a hero.

The fact that Louis was an adult, though, made her curious, especially because he was just a junior, but even though it was on the tip of her tongue, she didn’t ask. That’d be prying into someone else’s business, and while she was… okay with people asking about hers, as long as they stayed on the fringes of her non-existent life, she wouldn’t do that to someone else. They actually had lives.

The question made Gia grin, though, nodding in agreement. “Totally!” she vehemently agreed, grimacing in distaste as she glanced down at the clothes she was wearing. “I swear, I’m a dirt magnet, and this is horrible to wear. Plus skirts are not the best for messing around outside.” Which was one of her favorite activities, of course. Indoors was fine and all, but outdoors was… free.

Glancing at the clock, the girl blinked, surprised, at how much time had passed. Then again, wasn’t the saying “Time flies if you’re having fun”? Gia hadn’t really been having fun, especially with the Black and Orange in the experiment, but Louis was okay to talk to, especially considering he wasn’t rude about her history, rather, lack thereof, and seemed to be a little… issue-oriented himself.

“We should probably pack up our stuff,” she commented, more voicing her thought aloud than anything else. Wasn’t like they had too much time left.

[Mime]

Louis had figured as much. Most kids lived with someone. Well most kids had someone at all, but not Louis. He was curious as to why no one was able to locate her parents or anything. He was sure that if they had some finger or foot prints from when she was a baby as well as a sample of her blood then she could be identified fairly easily because some of these records would be found in a copy of a birth certificate. Also why weren't her parents looking for her? Surely she had to be recognized by someone somewhere! But then again he thought that maybe he was simplifying the truth of the abilities of such data, maybe more information was required. After all, Louis was not a detective or scientist, all his knowledge of that stuff came from television shows such as CSI.

"Skirts are terrible for messing around anywhere. Unless well someone is the type to well,...mess around. I just don 't see the point in it at all. They get in the way, they cover less, and leaves girls more vulnerable. I just don't see the point in dressing for a white collar job if we aren't even at a job!"he added in another note. He did not understand the significance of wearing a tie, they got in the way when someone looked downward, they are tight around the neck or are supposed to be, and it serves no practical use for covering the body.They made less sense than skirts at least.

Louis yawned as he looked at the clock. He then heard Gia also imply an eagerness to leave. It was true, the bell would ring soon. He nodded his head and started to put his stuff away. "Dirt magnet? What do you do outside exactly?" he asked in a note pad he finally remembered having in his pocket. He wondered if she liked camping or something or hung out in the park or beach for fun. There was not many other places with a lot of dirt around here. Everything was grey pavement and buildings excluding of course those previously mentioned. Louis had never really camp in the wilderness before, only the sewers and to him that was not camping, that was just what everyone did in the group. He had not been to the beach either, however he had been to park occasionally in the dead of night.

[Gia Stevens]

She couldn’t help it. Upon reading the paragraph that he had written vehemently about skirts, Gia let out a chuckle, smile spreading across her face. “You’ve certainly got strong opinions on skirts for a boy,” she said, resisting the urge to chuckle again. Honestly, it was really funny, because if a boy had an opinion on a skirt, she would think that he would like them. Then again, that was a tad stereotypical, but she would have never dreamed that they’d be so opposed to one. Funny~.

“They’re always considered more proper, I guess, and we’re supposed to look nice.” She made a face, hating the fact. She preferred her jeans, thank you very much, and those awesome combat boots that Mr. Stevens had dug up from his basement for her. Much better than flats and skirts. Gia paused for a moment, before adding in another comment. “I’d honestly much rather wear the boy’s uniform, though. Then I could wear pants.” She didn’t feel that weird about admitting it, honestly, because Katie felt the same way, maybe even more, considering that she had actually dared to wear her older brother’s to school at one point. Brittney really didn’t care, or if she did, she never mentioned it.

Tucking her notebook and pencils away in her bag, she blinked in surprise at the question presented to her. “Um, I want to be a geologist, so I do a lot of messing around with rocks. But I just sort of hang out outside, and I’ll be dirtier than anyone there. I just attract dirt.” Really weird, honestly, but it wasn’t like she minded… It was just that, with her uniform shirt, it really didn’t help. It was why she tended to wear black when she had the choice.

Hoisting her bag over her shoulder, she quirked an eyebrow at the older boy. “You certainly ask a lot of questions,” Gia told the apparently ever-curious junior. Huh.

[Mime]

He shrugged when she mentioned how serious he was on a typically trivial subject. Some people didn't find his particular brand of humor all to funny. He was the type to not really think of a joke and present it in a outgoing way. If he was going to joke which was rare, it tended to be sarcastic or dry. "I like to be practical." he scribbled out.

He did not understand why girls had to wear the skirts. After have been considered unisex for years. Also the school would save on money if they only had to make one type of uniform instead of two. "It's not that you could wear pants if you had the boys uniform, boys must wear pants." he scrawled down on the paper. It just seemed to be a way of separating the sexes further, the whole concept. He never understood why skirts were exclusive to girls unless you are Irish or Scottish. Not that he wanted a skirt of course. He was born in the sewers mostly around other guys and was never really taught fashion or it's etiquette.

"Oh I see. That explains it." he wrote quickly. Honestly, Louis was not sure what he wanted to do after graduating high school. He was of at least average intellect and he was undoubtedly dedicated in whatever he set out to do. But he decided that he would not go to college. It would get in the way of his mission. College would take to much time away from crime fighting. He'd probably just get a part time job and stay in his cramped apartment. It was easier that way.

Asking a lot of questions? He was surprised that he was. He tended to hardly say anything at all. Well that was normal of course and he still did this time but he meant communicating an any way. He normally did not talk to anyone really nor did he care to. Not that he hated people but he just found it hard to connect. "I would not get used to it. Just one of those days."

[Gia Stevens]

The statement made her grin slightly, understanding. “Totally get that,” she replied, although she still didn’t understand it completely. After all, it wasn’t like it applied to him, and she didn’t obsess over the practicality, of, say, ties, or anything like that. Still, each to their own, and he was clearly more ‘practical’ than her. She just didn’t want to ruin anything nice like the dirt magnet she was, plus skirts were uncomfortable, and she always had to wear spandex underneath. Un-Fun.

However, what he said wrote next made her wrinkle her brow in confusion. “What would you wear- Oh, shorts. Yeah, that’d stink.” Jump City was never really cold, more situating itself in ‘mild’ weather almost year-round, which made it nice that their skirts weren’t super long or anything. But having to wear pants, always? Ugh, that would be so unbearably hot, and, for half a second, she sincerely appreciated her skirts. That went away quickly, because she didn’t think that she could appreciate them forever, but hey, she actually did for a quick bit there! Progress!

Simply nodding and giving a small smile at his response to her explanation, as she didn’t know what to say, she vaguely wondered if that had been a weird thing to say. No one usually stated what they wanted to be when they grew up to someone in their first conversation, cause that was weird, but it had fit in perfectly with the answer, and had made sense, with the question he asked… Wasn’t like she was just blurting it out of nowhere to every stranger she spoke to.

And was she over thinking this? Totally and completely.

“Oh, okay,” she replied, getting it. Like how some (most) days she had little patience for Beast Boy, but on a few days, she was like ’Sure, whatever’. Or how some days, for some reason, she had a panic attack whenever someone tried to force her in anything that had a roof. …Then again, that might not be the best comparison, as it was probably something that was a result of stuff that she didn’t remember, but was still in her subconscious.

Just then, as she was regarding whether or not to add that to her growing list of ‘issues’ relating to the forgotten past that she had written in a notebook that she took with her everywhere, the bell rang, and she grinned slightly as the teacher spoke up. “If you haven’t finished your experiment, come talk to me! Have a good day!”

“Sweet, class is over!” Gia cheered, delighted, but she hung back slightly, waiting for the stampede of people to pass by. She hated be caught up in crowds like that.

[Mime]

Gia was confused obviously and so was Louis now. What about wearing shorts? He never mentioned it or hinted at it. Maybe she did not get what he was saying. Sarcasm did not translate into print with the greatest of ease.Explaining the joke would not make it funny either. His pants comment was kind of a play off of what she had said previously. If she she had a boys uniform then she could wear pants. Not true, if you had to wear a boys uniform than you would have to wear pants! What else was there? No skirts for boys so pants was the only option and boys can't just wake up one day, decided not to wear pants with the rest of his uniform and then go to school. Maybe the shorts comment was the counter to it? Louis always considered shorts as pants that's why there called shorts. They were just short pants.

Now that his inner pants monologue subsided, he went back tot the moment. Today was really one of those rare days where he actually did bother to say anything to anyone. True it was lonely but simpler and a necessity. Less friends meant less ways for people to get hurt, good for him and them. Good? Not one hundred percent in that regard. Sure it was great for safety but not for the complete whole of Louis. He brushed aside the emptiness and bitterness and moved on to other thoughts.

"I would say that it was nice chatting with you but well, I guess I can't actually say that now can I?" he wrote out. He motioned to make it look like he was zipping his lips shut. As the bell rang, he waited for the rush to the door to subside. he let out a sigh of relief, another day of school down. He did not go to work today so that meant one thing, time to prepare for his real job. At least school was not a total waste today. If he had to have another lab partner some time in the future he hoped it was her. Although he may not have liked it, they still managed to connect on some level.

[Gia Stevens]

What the other wrote down made her snicker slightly. “Nice writing to me, then?” she offered up with a smile. “But yeah, nice talkin’ to ya.” With that, Gia paused as he strode off, and after a few people passed in between them, followed, walking out the door and heading down to her locker.

Considering that she loved Chemistry, and all science in general, it wasn’t surprising that it had been a good one, she mused, opening her locker door and slipping her science supplies out of her bag and into it. After all, it was usual that it was fun, except for when she had a test or a quiz, but it was the fact that she had enjoyed herself while with a person other than her friends.

Putting her stuff away, she didn’t notice Brittney sneaking up on her until she got slapped on the back. “You scared me!” Gia exclaimed, mock clutching her heart and looking bad wide-eyed at her friend, who merely grinned.

“Good to know. Did you have a fun class?” the girl inquired, opening her locker, which was just a few down from hers. All the freshmen’s were close by each other. Of course, they both knew the answer, but it was just normal to ask.

“Yeah, I did. My lab partner was pretty nice to talk to, too.”

Brittney raised an eyebrow at that, unsuspecting it. It really was rare that she got along with anyone aside from her and Katie, so it always surprised them when it happened. “Oh?”

So, putting her books away and snatching her stuff for lunch, Gia related her tale.