Glory's first concern was, unsurprisingly, ballet rehearsal. She figured that she would have just enough time between the end of school and the beginning of rehearsal to finish the dissection. It wouldn't be that difficult, would it? Glory had really enjoyed the flower "dissection" they'd started with - one look at the flower and she could easily see how it all fit together, like a pretty, petaled puzzle. She just hoped her lab partner would be nice. She didn't mind explaining things or even doing most of the sketching or cutting; she just hoped that she wouldn't get stuck with a bully as her make up partner.
After speaking to her teacher she approached the station that he'd waved to and stopped dead. Gio. Oh. She quickly fought down the wave of panic that rose in her stomach as she walked over to him. He was just a guy, right? And at least he wasn't mean. No, Gio wasn't mean at all. That was one of the things she liked about him. It took her a few seconds to get her voice to work, and she distracted from her flusteredness by looking in her backpack for a pencil and the necessary packet that they were supposed to be writing in.
"Hi Gio," she said softly when she'd finally found her voice. She offered him a sheepish smile. Weren't cheerleaders supposed to be more confident than this? "Looks like I'm your lab partner." She almost said "if you don't mind," but she managed to bite it back. What was wrong with her?