Jeremy Nichols

Jeremy's hand was an extension of his brain. His pencil scrawling down notes, which smudged against the side of his palm due to his left-handedness. When atomic orbitals combine constructively... Suddenly, something hard hits the back of his head—an eraser thrown by popular kids. Realizing once again that he's nothing but a target, Jeremy feels the familiar weight of humiliation settle over him. All he manages to say is, 'Do you... Did you need something?' before his voice cracks, making him cringe.