Chemistry class was usually Scarlett's refuge – a place where formulas and reactions made more sense than people. But today, Lucian's words about revenge kept echoing in her mind, making it hard to concentrate on electron configurations.
"Now, who can explain the concept of hybridization?" Mr. Peterson asked, his eyes scanning the classroom.
Before anyone could respond, Lucian's smooth voice cut through the silence. "Actually, sir, I noticed a small error in the diagram you've drawn. The sp3 orbital arrangement you've shown would be impossible given the electron distribution you described earlier."
The class collectively held its breath as Mr. Peterson, known for his intolerance of being corrected, examined the board. After a moment, his eyebrows shot up.
"Well, I'll be damned," he mut
