The Science Project

Asher is a typical high school student- aside from being two years ahead in science. Although he may lack the skills to write a five page paper on some dead author guy, Asher is one of the leading science wiz-kids in all of high school- and he has quite the reputation because of it. However, Asher's motivation for staying ahead in his classes extends far beyond simply enjoying science.

And that motivation has a name.

Mathew Owens.

Mathew is the typical bad boy, and although he is constantly teasing Asher and his friends, he can't hep being head over heals or Mathew's brilliant smile. And now that Asher finally has the chance to get close to Mathew by rigging the "randomized" groups for the annual science fair project, he makes it his mission to find a way to get closer to Mathew and confess his feelings once and for all.


6. Chapter Five: Snowdrop's Big Adventure


And I waited.

I waited and waited and waited. An hour passed before I realized that Matthew really wasn’t coming. I had been ditched, yet again. I don’t even know why I was surprised. Perhaps the part of me that romanticized Matthew wished he was a better person, but in the end, maybe the rumors were true.

But I had a secret weapon- his mom. I was going to make sure Matthew was there, helping me on our project, no matter what. I huffed as I shot up from the couch, throwing my door open angrily. Thankfully, I knew where his apartment was, so I could stop up there and pound on it- all while pouting like a child.

Pouting could be a powerful weapon, especially when you had the face of a small kitten.

Although it caused issues when people pulled me over when they thought I was like 13 or something. Yes, I was in fact old enough to drive a car. It was one of the only reasons I was able to get away from my stupid aunt and uncle and live in my own apartment. Yeah, that was a whole thing. And it wasn’t a thing that I typically liked to think about.

So anyway, there I was, pounding on Matthew’s door. I heard some cursing and shuffling inside as someone came to the door- and to my surprise, it was actually Matthew who opened. His hair was disheveled and pinned back- different from the typical spiked style he normally sported. He was wearing a simple tank and sweats- both of which were covered in grease and soot. I was so shocked, I couldn’t even get any words out. I was so used to seeing him in his bad boy leather jack I’m-too-good-for-the-world get up that I had almost started to think that was the only look he had!

“Asher! Fuck, sorry, I lost track of time! I swear, I fully intended to be there…” He began. He looked almost distressed.

“Um… It is ok I guess. But we need to start on our project soon. Like we talked about. I’m not doing it by myself. I was serious about that, you know.” I said, crossing my hands over my chest and huffing a little bit. There was no way I was going to be fooled by his cute scruffy hair or… His shirt that was a little bit too see through and a little bit too tight… Fuck. Did he have muscles? Muscles were my one weakness.

Matthew scratched the back of his neck, glancing back at something behind him- which I couldn’t see, because Matthew was only keeping the door open enough for me to see him and nothing else. I tore my eyes away from Matthew’s chest in an attempt to not draw attention to the fact that I was staring at his chest. “Since I’m here already, we can just-”

“No!” Matthew cut off, then bit his lip. I jumped in surprise at the sharpness in his tone. I couldn’t tell if he was angered by the suggestion, or scared, but neither option really made all that much sense. What was so bad about his place? “I-I mean, uh… My mom is kinda… Working. Yeah, she’s working. From home. On the computer. And she doesn’t want to be disturbed, so… it’s best if we go to your place. Yeah.”

I blinked a few times, trying to make sense of Matthew’s short, sporadic sentences. Well, if his mom was really working, it probably would be best if they found somewhere else to work. And he didn’t have to worry about parents, which was why he offered his place in the first place. He shrugged. “Alright, whatever. If that’s what you want, I don’t really care. As long as we at least figure out what we are going to do.”

Matthew nodded quickly. “Just let me get changed!”

“Alright, I’ll wait by the—” Before I could finish, the door was slammed in my face, and I was left there staring at the painted white wood of the door. I blinked a few times, wondering if I had seriously just gotten the door slammed in my face. Matthew could be so strange… In a way, it was kind of cute. Apparently I had a thing for weird guys.


I wasn’t quite sure how much more time had passed, but it seemed like waiting was all I had been doing that afternoon. Dinner time was slowly approaching, and I would be lying if I said that a part of me wasn’t pulsing with anger. I huffed again, glancing down at my watch. Ok, to be fair, it had only been about 15 minutes. Oh the other hand, who the fuck took 15 minutes to change when they knew someone was waiting for them outside.


I started tapping my foot impatiently, gazing around at the walls as if I was going to find something there that was more interesting. If he didn’t show up soon, I was going to be late for work. And bad things happened when I was late for work. Seriously, did Matthew care about anyone other than himself? I was really beginning to think that Amy had been right all along.

Suddenly, I heard crashing from the other side of the door. I raised my eyebrow, pushing myself up off of the wall I had started to lean against when my feet had gotten tired of standing and walked back to the door. I knocked lightly. “Matthew? Everything ok in there? I heard something fall!”

I waited for a few moments, but didn’t receive an answer. For some reason, panic began settling in, causing my heart to beat a little faster. “…Matthew?” I called again, but there was still no answer. I frowned, worried that something was seriously wrong, and reached out to the doorknob.

Thankfully, Matthew had left the door unlocked, because the door opened just a little bit. I started to call out again, when a little white ball of fluff squirmed out from between the door and the doorframe, scurrying off down the hall. I jumped in surprise, squeaking a little as I watched the ball of fur stop and sit down, licking its paw. Oh no.

It was one of Matthew’s cats.

I cursed loudly and closed the door, diving after the little white furball. However, the kitten was way too quick for me, and I ended up just falling flat on my face with a loud grunt. I huffed and brushed my hair out of my face, sending a death glare at the cat. “Really?” I hissed, as if the animal could understand me.

“Just… Come over here, little… kitty? I need to get you back inside.” I slowly moved forward, crawling on my hands and knees because I was too lazy to get up. The kitten stayed seated on the plus carpet, staring at me with it’s beady eyes and cocking it’s head to the side for a moment before it began licking it’s paw.

I grinned slightly as I got closer. Yes! Good cat! I reached out, just barely brushing against the kitten’s white fur before it darted off again. No! Bad cat! I groaned in frustration.

The kitten stopped running once it was on the other side of the room, sitting down again and going right back to what it was doing before. Wow. What an asshole. Cats were assholes. Why did people even like cats? I wiggled my but a little, leaning down a little to prepair for my own pounce. Maybe, if I could just take the cat by surprise, I could catch it, put it back, and Matthew would never find out.

Of course, that was the exact moment Matthew opened the door.

“Sorry for the wait, I was-- What the hell are you doing?” He stared at me- on the floor, on my knees, grumbling to myself in annoyance.

I turned bright red and jumped onto my feet, brushing off my clothes. “It was- that is- I mean-” I couldn’t even get a full sentence out. Thankfully, Matthew must have spotted the kitten behind me, because he frowned and moved over to the cat, scooping it up effortlessly.


“What are you doing out, Snowball? You know you’re not allowed outside the apartment.” He scolded the cat, and suddenly I didn’t feel as weird for talking to it while I was chasing after it. He opened his apartment door and dropped the little kitten inside.

“I-I’m sorry… You were taking so long I opened the door to see what you were doing and… Well, I guess you can figure out the rest…” I rubbed my arm awkwardly, feeling a little guilty. I didn’t even know why I felt guilty. I just… did.

Matthew shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “It’s ok. The cats get out all the time. We really need to get a gate or something…”

I visibly relaxed a little, taking a deep breath to calm my jittering skin. “Still… Sorry about that… I guess we should get going?”

Matthew nodded. “Lead the way, animal control.” Matthew’s lips curled up into a grin at his own pun, clearly holding back his own laughter. But it wasn’t long before the halls swelled with the sounds of our laughter.

A/N: I feel compelled to note that cats are adorable balls of love and happiness, Asher just doesn't like them because he's never owned one haha. Anyway, sorry it took me so long to get a new chapter. It's the end of the semester, so things are kind of crazy. Don't be afraid to leave me a little comment or like! The Science Project is almost to 2k reads, so I know you guys are out there! ;)

Thank you all my wonderful readers, you give me life


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