Mean Girl. (golfcil fic mostly for @seltzer)

This science class is such a bore. It doesn't help that I have to do this stupid project with her. The “One and Only” Pencil. She's just a distraction, really. A quite annoying distraction at best. She inspected her baby pink nails as I mixed the olive oil and lye in a beaker. “Soo, like, what are you doing- sorry, what are we doing again?” She said, god I hate that tone of hers. I sigh, this is such basic information, if she paid any attention, she'd know. “We are making soap. We now need to let this sit for a moment, before adding our fragrance, and putting it in the mold.” She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, ok, whatever” She mutters and sighs. “Did you even choose a good scent?” I grab the small bottle containing the essential oil that we'll add. I open it and take a sniff. “We have Yoyle berry.” I pause. “I think it's a great scent personally.” “Ugh..it's fine, I guess.” She sighs, her amber eyes shining under the fluorescent school light. These lights are so unnecessarily bright, I can almost see the collagen fibers and melanin spots within her iris. It's fascinating. I look away, back to the olive oil and lye mixture, which is now ready to add the Yoyle Berry essential oil. I pick up the small bottle, smelling it, the slightly tart, floral scent entering my nose. I pour three drops into the beaker and stir. Pencil seems to be watching me intently. Once I finish stirring, I carefully pour the mixture into the large rectangular mould. Pencil watches me with an odd amount of intent in her expression. Slowly inhaling. “It smells like you.” She murmured. “...Pardon?” I turn to look at her, now holding the mold in my hands. “Oh. Nothing.” I just shrug and walk to the mini fridge at the back of the class. I guess I'll never know what she meant by that, if she didn't want to repeat her words.