"Well, ok then," Summer said with a smile.  Lancelot was very gentlemanly, she had noticed - even without pouring salt and sand together - and his accent was sort of cute.  Last year, she and her ex-friends had joked around, all deciding that they'd speak in an English accent for a whole entire day.  They were all pretty good that day if she did say so herself.  It was as if they really were from England.
Taking the salt, she put that in the beaker first and then poured in the sand.  Taking the little dropper tool that Mr. Ulyse wanted the class to use as mixing utensils, she mixed it together to the point where Summer couldn't tell the salt from the sand and it would be nearly impossible to separate.
Which was the point.
"Now we have to add water here.. I think.." Summer said, looking at her notes and then at the board and back at her notes.  "Yes, add water.  I'll go get that and you can weigh the sand and salt mixture with the tri-beam-balance."
As she took a beaker and filled it up with water, she had to admit that she sounded like a science-y nerd know-it-all. Hopefully she didn't come off that way to Lancelot.

(Res must've been having an evil fail. >CCC
Plus it just eated my post... I has to retype nowww xc )

Summer came back with the water-filled beaker and plopped it down on the table.  Seeing Lancelot struggle a bit with the balance, she smiled.
"Here... Let me show you..." she offered a bit shyly.  "You've already put the beaker on the plate, and now we use the weights to get the right weight.  Once you've got it, the pointer should align with the zero on the opposite side."
As Summer reached over to demonstrate a bit, her hand brushed Lance's.  Her heart involuntarily did a little flutter.

-fail.-

"Uh... I just pay attention," Summer said quickly.  Looking up at the clock, her eyes went wide.  About a minute until class was over.  Apparantly, Mr. Ulyse noticed it, too.
"Alright, one-minute warning.  Put the clear-wrap over your sand, water, and salt mixtures and as soon as the bell rings you may leave."
Scrambling around, she mixed the water in with the other mixture and slid it over to Lancelot.  "Can you please put the clear-wrap over that?  I'll write a label so we'll know it's ours."  Taking out a pad of yellow sticky-notes, she wrote down 'Period 1 Science ~'.  The squiggle was for recognition.  She began to peel off the sticky-note.

-such failures-

The bell's ring cut off what I was about to say as I opened my mouth.
"Nah, I got it.  You can go ahead to your next class."
Wait.  Maybe he won't know where it is.  What if Lance gets lost?  He is new.  However he found the Science class.
"If you ever need any help around here you can ask me," Summer offered, a small grin making its way on her face.  She couldn't help but smile sometimes.
As she said all this, she had put everything back in its former spot on the table and put the beaker in the corner, where every other class would put their individual beakers, too.  Everything else was pretty clean so she didn't need to get paper towels and clean stuff up.

Gathering her things, she quickly left the classroom after Lance.  She couldn't be late.  Especially not to Social Studies.  Mrs. Kingsley would pummel her - she was strict and enforced all rules.  Especially the rule of respect.
Summer exchanged supplies at her locker and shut it, going on towards Mrs. Kingsley's classroom.  Her thoughts drifted to what things would be like, and... if Lance would be there.