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 lazily munching on popcorn in the lab—because honestly, why not—while Leo went on about what had happened at school during the basketball tournament. He paced a little as he talked, clearlystill annoyed. "And no matter what I do, Trent always makes me look like a fool in front of Janelle." I snorted, barely holding back a laugh as I tossed another piece of popcorn into my mouth. "Well... he does get a little help from you in that area."
Leo shot me an offended, before letting out a sarcastic laugh of his own, turning serious again. He stopped pacing, stopping next to Chase who typed on the console for upcoming report. "How awesome would it be if I could actually beat him in that basketball tournament?" he said, a spark of determination slipping into his voice. "That would impress her."
Chase suddenly froze mid-motion, like someone had hit pause on him, and slowly turned toward us with that look. You know the one—eyes slightly narrowed, lips pressed together, like a light bulb just flicked on inside his brain.
Or, as I like to call it: his dorky look.
"Wait a second..."
Leopointed at him knowingly, sharing a grin with him. "Uh-oh, you just turned on that Chase I'm-smarter-than-you-and-I-have-a-big-idea light-bulb face!" He nodded confirming his statement, whilst I nodded for a different reason, doubling down. "Seriously, it's not your best look."
Chase completely ignored me—typical—and pushed himself up from his seat. Without another word, he walked over to the lab bench where a pair of seriously awesome high-top sneakers sat. Hepicked themup, turning them slightly to our view, like he was presenting a masterpiece. "Davenport has been working on an anti-gravity high-top sneaker for astronaut training. Maybe the sneakers will up your game with a few gravity-defying slam dunks."
"Woah! Those could be my awesome sneakers." I reached out, already claiming them in my head, but Chase smacked my hand away without even looking. "Like I said, these are for astronaut training—and not, in your case, for making anyone else jealous." he went on, holding the shoe just out of reach, silently cursing at him for knowing me too well.
I gasped, offended. "I was not!" I shot back, already gearing up to defend myself. "Besides, Mr. Davenport didn't even mention them to me—" I paused mid-sentence, giving up. Yeah. He definitely knew exactly why I'd want those shoes.
I let out a small, defeated pfft. "Ugh, I hate it when you're right." With that, I flopped into the nearest chair, slouching dramatically like a grumpy little kid who'd just lost an argument. My arms crossed over my chest as I sank lower, staring off in mild betrayal while Chase, of course, just stood there with that smug look plastered across his face—like he'd just added yet another win to his personal scoreboard.
Anyway, Leo stepped closer, eyeing the sneakers. "Chase, not to state the obvious, but there's no way my compact kickers are fitting into those shoe canoes."
