Dawn Davenport: funny, sarcastic and a lovable person. Her world is crazy, involved with a trio and her best friend, Leo who they share many dangerous and fun experiences. Will she fall in love along the way? Or heartbroken by her own family's secr...
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I was walking towards Adam's locker with Bree beside me, curious to see what ridiculous "upgrade" he'd been bragging about. "Tah-dah!" Adam swung the door open like he was unveiling a priceless treasure. "Here's where I keep my books. Down here I keep random strands of hair I've collected to make fake mustaches. And here—" he pointed with dramatic flair. "—is where I stockpile old lunches, or, as I like to call it, my tum-tum yum-yums." Bree and I stared at him, both wearing the same mix of confusion and mild horror. Before I could comment, I spotted Leo heading my way, a scowl etched deep on his face, a crumpled sheet of paper clutched in his hand.
"Hey, Leo. What's up?" I asked, tilting my head toward the paper. "My progress report." he grumbled. "I can't believe my science teacher says I'm always late to class."
"Well, you are always late to class." I gave him a flat look, stating the obvious. "I know that, but I don't need it publicized."
Chase stormed down the hallway toward us, his sneakers squeaking against the floor with each sharp step. His jaw was tight, and his brow was furrowed. "Look at this! An A-minus!" he barked, his voice laced with outrage. "I knew my Home EC teacher had it out for me—always criticizing my muffins." His hand flailed in exasperation. Before I could respond, Adam leaned back against the lockers with a smirk, holding up his own paper. "Ha! I beat you! I got a D+! 'Plus' because I'm better!"
"Adam, the 'plus' is—you know what? It's just not even worth it anymore." Bree started, then stopped herself mid-sentence, her shoulders sagging in defeat. She waved him off with a sigh, deciding her energy was too valuable to waste.
Chase stepped forward, his voice rising with righteous indignation as Bree made her way to the other side of Leo, hands on her hips, chuckling. "A 'D' is not a good grade but we don't really expect you to get good grades. I'm engineered to be the smartest person on the planet, and I just got an 'A-minus.' I've been relegated to into the huddled, unwashed masses of minuses, like you!" Chase argued.
"I'm sorry, are you really arguing because you got an A-minus?" I asked, raising a brow, my disbelief obvious as I stared at him. "Dude, so what if you got an A-minus? I—" "—how much did you get on our last cooking exam?" Chase cut me off, his expression going perfectly blank except for the challenge glinting in his eyes. "An A+." I replied with a smug little smirk, leaning my back against the lockers, crossing my arms. He gave a single, slow nod, lips curling into a self-satisfied grin. "Listen." I said, shrugging like it was no big deal. "If you want, you could just grab a pen and add a vertical line—bam—turn that minus into a plus. Works for me every time."
"That doesn't change the fact that I got an A-minus!" he shouted, throwing his hands up so wildly that a passing freshman flinched. With a huff, he stomped off toward the red bench, and we trailed after him. Bree, Chase, and I plopped down in a row, noticing our brother's tensed shoulders.
"Chase, I know this must be hard for you." Bree began, her tone carrying that faux-sympathy as Leo nodded in agreement. "But, I mean, look at the bright side—seeing you fall flat on your face is really fun for us!" Chase's jaw tightened. "I have got to find a way to reclaim my superiority."
