PLAY THE PART, chase davenport

007 better school environment.

chapter seven...
SMART AND SMARTER!

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𝖶𝖠𝖫𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖦𝖧 the main area with Adam and Bree, Max finds herself and Bree following the tall bionic as apparently he wanted to show both girls a little decoration he did with his locker. "So, check out what I've done with my locker!" he opens it to reveal stuff piled on top of one another with Christmas lights.

   They cringe at the mess encountered within his locker. "Is your locker having a Christmas party or something?" Max questions as Bree nodded while they shared a disgusted expression.

   "No, listen... Here's where I keep my books." he taps on the top shelve before moving to the next one underneath it. "Down here I keep random strands of hair I've collected to make fake mustaches." he reaches down and pulls out a hand-made mustache from every hair he claims to collect.

   Max felt herself holding in a gag. "Oh, man... that's extremely gross..." she placed her hand over her mouth.

   But it wasn't over yet as finally, "And here is where I stockpile old lunches, or, as I like to call it, my tum-tum, yum-yum." he happily gestures to the packed foods Tasha Davenport had made whenever they would leave for school.

   Not wanting to take anymore of her brother's locker, Bree turns and is soon to meet with Leo walking towards them with a slip of paper in his hands. "Hey, Leo. What's that?" she greets him.

   "My progress report. I can't believe my science teacher says I'm always late to class."

   "Well, you are always late to class." Adam recalls the boy's action, which causes Max to laugh at his blunt reminder.

   "I know that, but I don't need it publicized."

   Max moves over and wraps an arm around his shoulder. "Hey, I'm sometimes late, but look how mine turned out for this week." she rips her own progress report from out of her back pocket and hands it to him.

   Reading through the emo teen's grades, Leo noticed a note written at the bottom of it. "'P.S. Terrible job at watching over Leo Dooley...'" he reads out loud.

   "Yeah, I can't believe they're blaming me for your own fault from getting to class on time! And thanks to you — Mr. Goldberg lowered my C+ to a C-, and a C- isn't above average, dude!" she lectures as he chuckles nervously.

   Soon, Chase rushes towards his group in a panic, where the sounds of his shoes squeak loudly. "Look at this!" he shows the four his report card. "An A-! I knew my Home Ec teacher had it out for me... Always criticizing my muffins." he scowls angrily.

   "Ha-ha! I beat you! I got a D+! 'Plus', because I'm better!" Adam proudly told, and holds his paper up with a cheeky grin plastered across his face.

   Max scoffs and shook her head at the tall bionic's happy self where Bree decided to say something, "Adam, the 'plus' is—" but she is quickly cut off by the Romero covering her mouth from continuing.

   "No, no, let him try to learn from his mistakes..." she told the light-haired brunette who nods, figuring that there's no chance of getting through her brother's brain.