I’d always loved biology. It had been the science that had come most naturally to me. It was chemistry that was always a struggle. I hoped that this would be one of my easier classes, but as soon as I stepped inside the room, I knew that wouldn’t be the case. Angry green eyes locked with mine, and I nearly tripped over my own feet. Easton. But he was a junior. Shouldn’t he have been in an upper-level science? I guessed not if he wasn’t a science major.
