The Chemistry is Chemistrying

The sun peeked through the long, white curtains, casting shadows across the prestigious New Heights Academy. The greatness of the school was only rivaled by the elite students who roamed its hallways.

As the clock struck the golden hour, three figures emerged from the bottom of the staircase that led to the main entrance. A luminous white light embraced them, highlighting their handsome looks. 

At the side, there was Eli, a mysterious figure with a guitar case slung casually over his shoulder. His raven-black hair fell over his equally dark eyes, and from one look, you could tell that he smelled like the night sea. 

On the other side, with an intellectual sophistication, was Maxwell. A book was tucked under his arm, the foreign letters on the leather cover gleaming in the fading sunlight.