The Chemistry 2 lesson was about certain chemical interactions; nothing new, just as my last Chemistry teacher had talked about a few days ago. He handed out worksheets, and most people decided they'd take care of them at home. I got to listen to all of them.
"So, how is Lucy doing? I haven't seen her at school today." one of them, Caitlin, asked.
"...I heard she got pregnant." he responded to them.
"What?! Who with?" she asked him.
"How the hell should I know?!" he tersely answered in return.
"Huh. Sorry, Jacob. I'm not even really that sure anymore, considering how you're not really one of her closest friends."
I decided I should walk by and talk to them.
I overheard Aaron talking with Helen.
"I missed you yesterday. Are you alright?" she asked him.
"Yeah... my doctor told me I probably just have post-traumatic stress disorder."
"I don't know; what do you think?" he answered her.
The period ended.
Everyone just immediately left, leaving Jacob and I to talk alone. The teacher just walked outside and headed to the administration building; he had to pick up something.