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Capítulo V- Encerados
Growing up, Patience hated being forced to eat things. If she was forced to do so, her appetite would disappear and nausea would easily replace it. But it was a rare thing because she usually liked to try everything not only because she liked to cook or bake. However, the protein recovery bars, she didn't bother to pick up after the first bite she took during her first week in the academy. Honestly, Mr. Davenport could've consulted her on that so they wouldn't eat gut-twisting protein bars.
With a small basket in his hands, Chase approached the students in the cafeteria. The shiny protein bars in it poked out. "Here you go, guys. Protein recovery bars."
Bob groaned, "Ugh! Again?"
"Yes, again." He sternly said, emphasizing a few words, "Would you like to complain more about the free food, Bob?"
Patience lightly squeezed his arm to calm him down, "Don't be so rude, Chase. He can have an opinion like everyone else can."
He handed her the atrocious-tasting protein bar. "Mr. Davenport made them to maximize our workouts. They have everything the body needs."
"Yeah, to make you puke. I'm gonna hold out until the 3:00 peanuts," Spin tossed the bar back in the basket.
"How come Patience throws them away and we can't?" Bob pointed to the protein bar in Patience's hands.
She picked up her head, "What?" Once she processed what he said, she stuttered, "What- No, I don't. Where'd you hear that, Bob?"
"Oh, I didn't hear you. I saw you. Just yesterday."
Patience nervously laughed. Xue snorted, "Didn't I tell you to act like you were saving them for later?"
"Well, I do, but there has been a couple of times where I just throw them away if I'm near a trash can," she reasoned.
Chase switched the basket to the side of his hip, holding it in place with his arm. He said, "I cannot believe you throw the protein bars away."
"I'm sorry," she stood in front of him, grabbing his free arm, "I'm sorry. They're just not the most pleasant thing to eat. I mean, have you tried these?"
Sat on the table, Bree crossed her arms. She placed one leg on top of the other, saying "Please, he was raised eating protein pellets. What did you expect?"
"Besides, I'm the family food critic." Adam unwrapped the atrocious-tasting snack, explaining, "Luckily for me, I'm bionic, so I don't have a gag reflex." He made the bar into a ball to shove into his mouth.
Bree gave him a look as she supported herself on the lunch table. "We're all bionic, and yes, you do."
With a mouth full, he replied, "No, I don't." The teenagers grimaced at Adam as the protein bar hit his tongue. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his mouth opened up, spitting it out. "Ooh! Yes, I do."
