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Polymers of amino acids (monomers) are compounds with an amino group (NH ) on one end there is a carboxyl group (COOH) and on the other theres an R-group attached to a central carbon. Proteins diff— Isak couldn’t stand it anymore. He slammed his binder closed, not caring if he wrinkled up his study guides. He was so incredibly bored. Leaning back on his chair he loudly groaned, slapping his palms on his face, rubbing his eyes. It was a Friday night, and he was inside, studying for a test that isn’t until Wednesday. What the hell is wrong with him? He should be going out with friends. He sat up and picked up his phone and when it turned on, he was faced with an empty screen, making him sigh. Of course no one messaged him. Dropping his phone into his lap, he glanced at the time and sighed again, this time louder. It was only 18:00, and he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep for at least another two and a half hours. Slowly, he got up out of the chair, stretching his slightly cramped legs and then fell back onto his bed. He bounced slightly, and then stilled, staring up at the ceiling. He felt his phone buzz, and excitedly he opened it, but to his dismay, it was just a text from Eskild.
Going out tonight, won’t be be back until later!
Isak scoffed. Eskild was always babying him and it sometimes got on his nerves. He was 17, not 10, there was only a four year age difference between them. Although Eskild probably saw it as 40. He stared at his phone for a moment, before replying a quick okay and then switching to Jonas’s number. He hesitated before typing.
Are you doing anything tonight?
He waited for his friend to reply. The three dots appeared, then went away. Isak huffed. He was probably out with the other boys. Then his text came through.
Yeah, I’m meeting up with Magnus and Mahdi at the skate park. Was going to ask but figured you’d probably be studying. Want to come?
Sure. What time? I can be there in probably 10. Isak replied.
Anytime. See you there dude.
Isak threw his phone down onto his bed and got up. Finally, something to do. He stretched again, then shrugged off his hoodie, putting on a new one and then tying his sneakers up. He picked up his phone from his bed and exited the room, shutting off the lights behind him. It took him 10 minutes longer to get there than he intended to. He didn’t want to rush getting there, but surprisingly it wasn’t an extremely cold night; around 15 C. There was a small breeze, making it slightly cooler, which lead Isak to zip up his jacket, shivers running through him. By the time he made it to the skate park, it was around 18:30. He looked around, feeling slightly embarrassed as he was standing around, alone, surrounded by the smell of weed, tight knit skating groups and sound of wheels on concrete. He shoved his hands in his pocket and bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to focus on something to do. His eyes trailed over the people around him and stopped when his gaze landed on someone that, no joke, took his breath away. He was tall and had a slim figure, and yet, under the layers of clothing he wore, you could tell he was well sculpted. He was leaning against a rail, a black and white skateboard leaning against his leg (it had some person on it, but Isak couldn’t tell who it was) and he was laughing at something, his smile wide, eyes crinkling. Isak swallowed, mesmerized by this person. His blonde hair was swooped back, clearly held by more than a fair amount of gel, and a neon green bandana tied around his forehead. Isak was too far away to catch what color his eyes were, but he imagined, regardless of color, that they were sparkling. He didn’t take in account how long he was staring, but the strangers eyes flitted over to meet with Isak’s and he snapped out of his trance and looked down at his feet, cheeks burning.
“Such an idiot.” Isak mumbled under his breath to himself, praying that the guy wouldn’t make his way over and demand why he was staring at him. He looked up, quickly, and to his dismay, the guy said something to one of his friends, patted their shoulder and pushed himself off of the rail, slowly striding towards Isak. Fuck. Frantically, he looked around, and sighed with relief when a familiar voice called out his name. He turned around to see Jonas, maroon skateboard under his arm, walking towards him, with Mahdi and Magnus a few steps behind him. Isak didn’t look back at the stranger and sped walked, almost sprinting, to his friends. He turned around and walked in time to Jonas’s steps, who clapped a hand on his back, smiling at him.
“How are you?” He asked, coming to a stop and dropping his backpack on the ground. Isak replied with a smile. They were at their usual spot whenever the four of them decided to hang out here. Isak sat down on the bench next to Mahdi, who had pulled out a blunt. He leaned back, extending his legs and watched Jonas skateboard up and down the ramp, the board flipping underneath his feet every time he flew into the air. Mahdi bumped his shoulder and held the blunt in front of his face. Isak grinned and took it from his fingers, putting it in between his lips slowly and taking a long drag. Once he felt it in the back of his throat, he pulled it away and blew out. The smoke came out in a thick cloud, swirling above his head before the wind whisked it away. He did it once more, but held the smoke in his mouth and lungs. He reached over and handed it back to Mahdi, who passed it on to Magnus. He let his eyes trail over the other people in the area, and then made eye contact with the mysterious guy. His eyes widened in shock and almost swallowed the smoke still inside of him. He started to cough violently, and bent over pushing a fist to his mouth. The boys turned towards him, startled.
“Woah! Isak! You okay?” Magnus said, looking up, blunt between his fingers. Isak sat up after a moment and opened his mouth to speak.
“Yeah, thanks.” Isak grimaced, throat feeling raw. For a second, his eyes flitted back towards who he was staring at before, and there he was, standing in a relaxed position, a slight smile on his mouth. He was still looking at Isak, one eyebrow cocked upwards. Isak felt his face heating up and he turned away. Mahdi and Magnus both swiveled their heads over to look at Isak.
“Dude, your face is very red. Are you sure you're okay?” Mahdi asked and finished up the blunt, dropping to the ground and grinding it against the asphalt with his foot.
“I’m all good.” Isak repeated, rubbing the front of his throat, wincing slightly. Jonas came rolling up to them, stepping off his board and then paused to sniff the air.
“You guys hit one without me? Wow, I’m hurt.” He pressed a hand to his chest, mouth falling open. The three of them laughed, feeling the effects of the drugs starting to kick in. Isak scooted over, making room for Jonas, who heavily fell onto the bench, feet still on his skateboard. They stayed there, talking about school and girls while Isak zoned out, head pounding, body feeling light. After about 20 minutes, which felt like forever to Isak, they got up and headed to Jonas’s place, passing by the stranger and his group of friends. Isak pinched himself when they walked by, daring to not look up and stare at him as he would probably trip and fall on his face. For the duration of the night, they smoked some more and downed large amounts of beer all the while shoveling cold pizza down their throats, eventually passing out in Jonas’s room, air thick with smoke. Isak soon forgot about the beautiful stranger at the park, but when Monday came around, he was all Isak could think about.