She-Freak - Chase Davenport

thirty-nine.

Universe 124

Sunday, 8th January 2017

Four days later, in the other universe, Bree was sitting on the couch, writing emails on her computer.

Maxwell was sleeping next to her while Chase was looking over her shoulder.

- "Chase, why are you lurking?" The hybrid asked, irritated. "Do you not have anything better to do?"

- "Would I be reading your private emails if I had anything better to do?" The genius boy frowned, annoyed, before sitting next to her. "By the way, typo, third line down."

The Davenport girl closed her laptop.

- "Hey Bree, want to get a frozen yogurt?" Skylar walked out of the Hyper-Lift.

- "Absolutely!" The green hazel-eyed boy jumped off the couch.

- "She was talking to me." Bree frowned as she got up.

- "Why can't I go, too?" Chase frowned.

- "Because you'll make us get sugar-free." The hybrid said. "Why are you being so needy?"

- "Ever since I stopped being mission leader, I've been so bored. And since you and Douglas locked me out of Mission Command for today and Mads is not here. I don't know what to do." The genius boy explained. "It's amazing how much time you have on your hands when you're not telling everyone else what to do."

- "You're gonna find her and spend your entire days with her, just like before." The Davenport girl patted his back.

- "Maybe you need a hobby in the meanwhile." The Calderan suggested. "What do you enjoy doing?"

- "Telling everyone else what to do." The green hazel-eyed boy shrugged with a side smile.

- "Later, Chase." The Storm girl patted his back and walked out with her girlfriend.

The childhood best friends walked down the stairs with their tablets.

- "Hey, guys, what are you up to?" Chase asked.

- "Watching football." Kaz turned on the TV. "Our fantasy teams are going head-to-head today.
Epic!" He extended his hand.

- "Epic!" Oliver high-fived him.

- "I like epic!" The genius boy raised his hand.

The childhood best friend looked at each other, awkwardly.

- "Oh, uh..." The Evers boy sat next to the cat and petted him.

- "Yeah, no offense, Chase." The Karev boy sat down. "But, uh, this is kinda like our tradition. Between us. Him and me."

- "Gotcha." The green hazel-eyed boy nodded. "So how do we play?" He sat next to Maxwell and the blue-eyed boy.

- "Fantasy football isn't really played. The players' stats are given a point value..." He started.

- "Hey, this looks like math." Chase said.

- "What? Where? Get it off!" The brown-eyed boy touched the screen of his tablet.

- "If I'm right, and I always am." The genius boy smirked. "You take the statistics and probabilities of the players based on previous numbers and extrapolate the outcomes."

- "No, you don't." Kaz scoffed. "You see how well they played before, then pick them based off of that."

- "Alright, but according to my formula, you should've started this guy." The green hazel-eyed boy touched his friend's screen. "'Cause he's gonna score right about..." He pointed at the screen and the crows started to cheer. Maxwell jumped out of the couch and walked away. "Now." He smirked.