Dustin blink as she flipped spectrums on him. She hadnâ€™t? Her phrasing had sounded that way to him. No reason to flip out and tell him off. His eyes fogged over as he started only partily listening. She was yelling at him in a quiet voice. Why had he bothered to think she could be different? It was obvious she wasnâ€™t. He gritted his teeth for a second. His body was tense like he expected her to hit him next. SHe didnâ€™t have to rip off his head for something as small as misunderstanding what she said. He didnâ€™t look at her. â€œI misunderstood. The way it was phrased I merely took it as being directed at me because you were talking to me.â€ He said with a quiet voice. â€œJust because I misunderstood what you meant doesnâ€™t mean you needed to rip off my head.â€<br/><br/>He looked at her. â€œSee...I was wrong. You arenâ€™t different. You are just like everyone else. I make a mistake and you talk to me like that. Talk to me like Iâ€™m stupid.â€ He shook his head. â€œAs for the comment about the student ratio to be honest I hadnâ€™t noticed that. I hadnâ€™t taken any notice of the other students. I only noticed you because you spoke directly to me. So Iâ€™m sorry Iâ€™m a new student who isnâ€™t as observant as miss popularity. Still was no reason to talk to me like I was stupid.â€ His tone hurt instead of angry. He looked at the ground. â€œYou arenâ€™t different. I thought for once I could just enjoy a small conversation while doing work but I guess I was wrong. There is no such thing as a nonjudgmental person. Someone...different.â€ He looked at her. â€œYou are very rude. I misunderstood. Is that any reason for you to suddenly be curt with me? To treat me like Iâ€™m a monster???â€ He said in a pained and slightly upset voice. "I'm sorry..."<br/><br/>He looked at the book. Writing quickly. He began unbuttoning the lab coat. His fingers shaking. â€œJust donâ€™t hit me. I made a mistake. Iâ€™m sorry.â€ His hands shaking as images flashed before his eyes. His body tense and he didnâ€™t even look at the book. â€œSorry...youâ€™ll have it all to yourself tomorrow. Its obvious you donâ€™t approve of working with me. So you wonâ€™t have to. I wonâ€™t force my horrible presence on you any further.â€ He was talking like he was used to being berated. He didnâ€™t mean to misunderstand. He looked at her. â€œIâ€™ll look into somehow getting those books and whatever the hell dissecting tools are. Then you wonâ€™t have to share with me. You donâ€™t have to share with me now. You don't have to deal with my presence any further today either...â€ He wrote down in the lab book what he was supposed to write. His handwriting beautiful calligraphy. He took off the labcoat. Slipping out of it. â€œI should have learned my lesson about giving others the benefit of the doubt.â€<br/><br/>He moved away from the table but stopped for a second. â€œI just wanted to say if weâ€™re supposed to be lab partners then working on your own isnâ€™t the way you are supposed to do it. Weâ€™re supposed to converse and discuss the lab and the science. Iâ€™m not stupid or crazy...Iâ€™m meaningless. I know this. I thought youâ€™d be different. You talked to me for just a moment like I was human. That I was a person too so I was thinking that you were... Just never mind what I was thinking I was wrong.â€ His tone quite obviously hurt to anyone who noticed anything or everything. â€œSo Iâ€™m sorry...Iâ€™m sorry I pissed you off because I misunderstood.â€ With that he took the labcoat to the closet. Shoving it back in there. The teacher called after him to return to his desk area but he just walked out. He was hurting inside. He wasnâ€™t crazy. He was a tormented soul. A dying individual whose angel refused him death. He just kept walking.