"Squish squish." Bloom jabbed at the frog with her her finger.

Icy eyed the woman with a degree of loathing. "Will you stop that?" She snapped. She sighed, class to class she always seemed to get stuck with this weirdo.

"Hey Icy, my name is Frogster." Bloom declared, holding the frog like a doll. Sh rocked it back and forth. "And I want to be your date."

"Bloom Peters, put the frog down."

Bloom picked up one of it's tiny arms and slapped Icy with it. She burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh man this is awesome! I love lab days."

"I used to enjoy lab days." Icy frowned, thinking back to the glorious days when she use to pair up with Darcy or Stormy but those days ended when Darcy graduated and Stormy transferred. She was left twice as bitter knowing that Darcy was younger than she and managed to snatch up and early graduation.

"Icy I love you." Bloom remarked, speaking on behalf of the dead frog.

"Will you focus Bloom!?" Icy snapped. "Put the frog down."

Bloom made an attempt to smack Icy with the tiny frog arms again, but instead successfully managed drop the frog.

"Are you serious." Icy could feel her eye twitching in annoyance. "I said put it down not drop it. Good God, I can't believe you dropped the frog we're supposed to be trying to dissect, onto the dirty ass floor! What the fuck!"

"Whoops." Bloom offered her a lopsided smile.

Icy slapped her palm to her forehead, her nails combing through her hair. And that's where she left them. "I hate you she muttered through gritted teeth.

"Hey Icy, look at this."

Icy couldn't be certain which organ Bloom had punctured but she was sure it was the one the teacher specifically said to leave alone, for it was now squirting some clear fluid everywhere. Her lip curled in disgust, "you are truly disgusting."

"Icy and Bloom!" Snarled their biology teacher. "What did I tell you specifically not to do!?"

"I swear, it was all Peters." Icy grumbled, knowing that she'd be sitting in detention no matter what she said.