Not What It Seems (Chase Davenport/Lab Rats Story)

Trent Gets Schooled

“Greeting, puke puddles!” Perry greeted, walking into the cafeteria. I immediately stopped eating, dropping my fork on my tray. That ruined my appetite. “Tomorrow is yearbook photo day and, while I’m not sure why anyone would want a record of this awkward phase of your lives-“ She looked at one of the students. “Uhhh-I’ll be your photographer. Oh, and don’t blink, ‘cause homie don’t do retakes! Ha ha!” She laughed and walked out.

“Well, that settles that.” Bree said. “I am so getting my hair done right after school.”

“Oh! Can you bring me back some clippings off the floor?” Adam asked. “I need ‘em to finish building my Taj Mahair.” He then pulled out a display model of the Taj Mahal made out of hair.

“Adam, that’s disgusting.” I told him, my stomach starting to churn. I wanted to puke.

“Where did all of that hair come from?” Bree demanded.

“Pets, shower drains, brushes-If you want it, you can get it.” Adam said.

“I’m about to puke, Adam.” I said.

“Well, that is disgusting.” Bree told him.

“Yeah. Well, if you think that’s gross, wait until you see Buckinghair Palace.” He grinned.

“Why are you so concerned about a stupid yearbook photo?” Leo asked just as Chase walked up to us, an orange in his hand. He stopped right behind me and wrapped his arms around my neck from behind. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

“I am still trying to live down last year’s picture when I wasn’t ready for the flash and my eyes glitched.” She held up the old yearbook and we all looked at her picture. It was honestly creepy. She looked like a zombie.

“Bree, your zombie picture was the least of the problems with the yearbook.” Chase said. “Perry photo-bombed every group picture.” We then looked at every picture that Perry photo-bombed. She looked creepy in every single one. But when we got to the swim team photo, Leo grabbed the book and shut it.

“None of us need to see that again.” He said. We all nodded in agreement.

The bell rang, and we all stood up so we could leave the cafeteria, Chase sliding his hand into mine. As soon as we entered the hall, we spotted the football team.

“Move thirty-two! Hut! Hut!” One of the players hiked the football to Trent who threw the ball to another player that was near us. He caught the ball, stumbling into us. If it weren’t for Chase, I would’ve fallen right on my face.

“Trent, what are you doing?” Chase asked.

“Using football practice as an excuse to knock over innocent bystanders.” Trent said.

“But it’s not even football season.” Leo pointed out.

“True, but it’s always tackling season.” He said. “Heads up!” He threw the football at Leo. All the football players ran towards Leo and tackled him to the ground.

“Let me help you up.” Trent said, sticking a hand out for Leo to take.

“Yea, right. I’m not falling for that.” Leo said.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m only being nice ‘cause I need something.” Leo looked at him skeptically before grabbing Trent’s hand. He pulled him up a bit too forcefully and Leo stumbled a bit before gaining his balance.

“You guys…Are gonna help me pass my history test.” Trent said, fixing Chase’s collar.

“You don’t even take history.” Chase told him. “The only class you have left is physics.”