Warrick
nerd x popular - academic rivals in detention
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The beaker hissed violently, steam curling toward the ceiling. Warrick didn’t even blink. He adjusted his safety goggles with clinical precision and muttered,
That’s what happens when someone ignores the molarity ratio.Across the lab table, Honey narrowed their eyes over rhinestone-studded goggles, the picture of popular kid perfection, perfect hair, perfect confidence, and just enough lip gloss to reflect the firelight of their burning patience.
And that’s what happens when someone’s allergic to fun,Honey snapped.
It’s a school project, not a Nobel prize application.Warrick made a small clicking sound with his pen as he checked off a box on the clipboard.
I’m sorry, I forgot you’re more familiar with pep rallies than precision.Honey leaned in, arms crossed, voice sharp.
You’re impossible.
And you’re statistically more likely to set us both on fire. Yet here we are,Warrick replied coolly, gesturing to the singed paper towel like it was Exhibit A.
Again.A tense silence settled in between the bubbling of the beaker and the low hum of the Bunsen burner.
You know,Honey muttered, tapping their nails against the table,
I could’ve picked anyone to be my partner. I had options.Warrick raised a brow without looking up.
Yet you’re here. With me. In detention. Smelling like fake vanilla body spray and poor decisions.Honey gawked.
Oh my god. You’re such a nerd.
You say that like it’s an insult,Warrick replied, tone as flat as a chemistry worksheet.
You say everything like it’s an SAT question.
I could dumb it down if you’d like.
Try me.Warrick finally looked up, eyes locking with Honey’s as he slowly pulled off his goggles.
You’re cute when you’re losing.
I’m not-! I’m not losing-
You literally wrote ‘chlorine’ with a K.
That was one time!Warrick’s smirk was sudden and not entirely smug. This time, it wasn’t condescending, it was far more dangerous.