"are we seriously about to do this love triangle thing right now?"
a story in which the balderas' twins with a huge secret both find themselves falling for the new girl, who happens to have the exact same secret
lowercase intended
bree davenport x...
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episode 22 ~ my little brother ~
"morning, oxygen hogs! time for another surprise locker inspection! why, you ask? the superintendent says that if i'm gonna accuse you little criminals of doing stuff, i need evidence. lindsey, you're up!"
"hi bree," val mumbled, walking up next to her and leo, smacking the latter's head. "are you free tonight?"
"yeah, why?"
"i wanna take you somewhere."
"get a room," leo groaned.
"stuffed animal? what is this, your prom date? makeup? you've already lost that battle, sweetheart," principal perry continued to throw things out of the locker.
"you know what? i am so tired of principal perry and her power trips. h-how does she keep getting away with this stuff?"
"just accept it. it's a lot easier once you let go of the hope."
"ooh, pretzel logs! jackpot! you're next, glow stick," perry shouted, pointing at bree and running over, but the bionic girl beat her to the locker.
"i don't think so."
after some back and forth, perry managed to move bree out of the way, causing her to laugh,
"stiff arm. legal play."
"okay, principal perry, this is not fair. you walk around here like a dictator and treat the student body like prisoners," bree complained,
"awh, you noticed. it's so good to be appreciated."
"no. this is no way to run a school, and i think that i speak for everyone when i say we're not gonna take it anymore."
the students gasped and turned their backs as the words left bree's mouth.
"sonic," val whispered, trying her best to pull her closer to the water fountain so she wasn't standing in the middle of the hallway,
"and by 'we' she means her. you and me, rock solid," leo told the women in a pantsuit.
"are you challenging my authority?"
"she's sweating through her pant suit. retreat, retreat!"
"listen, lipstick, i didn't command a ship in the merchant marines to take guff from you."
