Savanna’s P O V

"No," I replied to Joshua, slamming my pen against the desk with a loud thud before grabbing the test tubes and emptying the contents into the designated sink.

When I handed them to him, so we could wash them, his lips were pursed.

"I'm going to submit our assignment paper," I said flatly, removing my gloves and goggles after the activity was completed.

I made my way over to the teacher's desk, where the lab assistant was sitting. He nodded his head ...