As the weeks passed, I'd like to say that me and him - Scott - talked, but we didn't. Until... that fateful day when the science teacher decided we should be lab partners. I can remember when he told us. I thought my heart was going to fly out of my mouth and hit him square on in between the eyes.
"So how do you plan we go about this? Slice carefully, or just hack our way in?"
We both stood and gazed down at the cows heart on the table before us. An array of shiny, sharp utensils gleamed in two small rows beside it and we both held two small scalpels in our hands. A small puddle of blood was slowly growing on the plate beneath the organ and I could feel myself getting greener.
"Well, if we hack, then it'll get very messy and they'll be hell to pay if you get blood on me. But, I like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre approach, so let's do it."
We grinned at each other and began hacking into the heart with our scalpels, soon our hands getting covered in blood. I didn't care though, because as soon as we were chosen to pair up, we got along instantly.
The first thing he said was;
"Prepare to see the gore."
And in an obscure way, it bonded us together, after I had recovered from my fits of laughter that is.
I dodged a small drop of blood and watched as it created a blob on the floor. That was close. The good thing about schools over here is that there are no uniforms... but at times like these, I wish I didn't have to dodge blood bullets in some of my best clothes.
I reached for another small cutting utensil - I haven't a clue what it's called - and my hand collided with Scott's. We stopped, dead. Deader than the cow whose heart was in front of us. He tickled his fingertips along my palm lightly then looked at me straight in the eyes.
"Hm... "
He said quietly, then smiled, lifting his hand and poking my nose just a little, then laughing. When he laughed, his eyes lit up and he smiled wide. I frowned and blinked confusedly, touching my nose and looking at my fingers.
"Ahhhh! You sicko!"
He had only gone and put blood on my nose. Great. He grinned and wiped it off with his sleeve as we turned back to the heart and began to hack again.
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