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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"Oh, I love history class! Someone is always leaving me a little piece of gum stuck under my desk." Adam talked about his day, as we stepped out of class, making our way down the stairs, towards the main hallway.
We shot him disgusted looks at his words. "Adam, please tell me you didn't." I said, recoiling as he smugly popped a bubble of gum, confirming that, yes, he totally did.We gave him disgusted looks. "He did. He totally did." Bree nodded behind me, while I continued to shoot him a sharp look. Chase, a step behind, just mumbled. "Mhmm."
"Oh. Guys, don't look now, but here comes that guy none of us like. Marcus." Leo "warned" us, his voice low but urgent, making him shift uncomfortably as Marcus approached. However, we ignored his warnings. "M-Dog!" we called out, greeting him with exaggerated enthusiasm as we pulled him into an affectionate hug. "Hey!" he replied, trying to keep it casual. "What's up?"
"Wait. Hold the phone. Hold the phone, hold the freaky-deaky phone." Leo shoved his way into the middle of us, eyes flashing with disbelief and disgust, and jabbed Adam's arm. Instantly, the three of us jostled each other, bumping and shoving without meaning to.
"'M-dog'?"
"Yeah. Bro's call each other by nicknames." Chase said casually, shrugging like it was the most normal thing in the world-- which it was. "Well, I'm your actual bro and you don't call me by a nickname." Leo shot back, crossing his arms,
"Actually, we do. We just choose not to do it in your presence. Mr. Tiny McLittlestein." Adam laughed, revealing the nickname, patting his shoulder. Then he playful tapped his head, pointing out his short height—hence the nickname.
"Hey, Marcus, what are you up to this weekend?" I asked, smiling, and he returned the smile as I walked up to him. "Ah, my dad's out of town so I'll be stuck home alone with my grandma." he replied as I nodded understandingly, however, suddenly, Leo's eyes went wide. He pointed a finger at Marcus, his voice slicing through the light moment. "Aha!You said your grandma was dead."
"The other grandma but thanks for reminding me." Marcus replied, about to cry. The trio silently scolded him whilst I elbowed him in the ribs. "I wish I could stay with you guys for the weekend." Leo got in front of his face, unfazed. "And I wish you weren't a spastic sociopath with abandonment issues." Marcus shot Leo his signature eyebrow raise, cool and unbothered. "Leo, give it a rest." I scolded, stepping forward and nudging him out of the way once again.
Leo glared at me as he stumbled behind, muttering. "Dawn, none of us are safe until the FBI responds to my request for a background check on this 'M-dawg.'" he replied, stretching the nickname in mocking manner, making me roll my eyes, while Chase smoothly took the lead in the conversation. "Look, Marcus, I'm sure you can stay with us. I'll just check with Mr. Davenport." Marcus raised his eyebrows at that, looking confused. "You call your dad 'Mr. Davenport'?"
Chase scoffed, noticing his mistake. "Uh, No. Pssh. No. But you do, and I wanted to make sure you knew who I was talking about."
