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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Back in the bionic academy, I was halfway through explaining something to Bob, my eyes fixed on my phone, when a familiar voice cut through the noise. "Here you go, guys. Protein recovery bars." I didn't even have to look up to know it was my brother. I glanced over anyway, watching him move through the room, handing out the bars like it was some kind of sacred ritual. Again.
"Ugh! Again?" Bob groaned beside me, dragging out the words with exaggerated suffering. Honestly, he just said what everyone else was thinking. Chase didn't miss a beat. "Yes, again. Would you like to complain more about the free food, Bob?" His tone snapped like a rubber band, sharp and precise. That shut Bob up instantly—his mouth literally clicking closed.
He straightened slightly, slipping into full lecture mode. "Mr. Davenport made them to maximize our workouts." he continued, holding one of the bars up like evidence. "They have everything the body needs." I raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly. Around us, a few students reluctantly unwrapped theirs, the crinkle of packaging echoing through the lab. No one dared complain out loud anymore—but the looks said enough.
"Yeah, to make you puke. I'm gonna hold out until the 3 o'clock peanuts." Spin drifted over to us, already halfway into the conversation like he'd been listening the whole time. He took one look at the bar, made a face, and casually dropped it back into the box like it was hazardous material.
"Luckily for me, I'm bionic, so I don't have a gag reflex." Adam announced, way too confidently, as he shoved the entire bar into his mouth. Bree didn't even hesitate. "We're all bionic—and yes, you do." Adam shook his head, cheeks full. "No, I don—" He didn't even finish. His face twisted and his eyes widened until he gagged. "—don't—"
Everyone instinctively turned away as he spit the bar out with a loud pffft, coughing. "Ooh! Yes, I do." Adam wheezed, clutching his throat. I slowly turned back to Bob and Spin, trying to keep a straight face. "Don't worry, guys. Someday, I'll let you taste Adam and I's food combos." Chase visibly recoiled at that and Bree made a face like she regretted hearing it. Adam, meanwhile, just nodded proudly. However, before we could say anything else Leo walked in, carrying a small box in his hands. Spin's attention snapped to it instantly. His eyes lit up as Leo set it down on the table. "Ooh. What's that?"
"Oh, this?" Leo said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he sat down. "It's just a little care package my mom sent out for all of us." He turned the package over, squinting at the label like he hadn't already read it. "Oh—wait. Nope. It's just for me." Spin shook his head, already turning away and I stepped in and lightly punched his shoulder, silently telling him to drop the attitude. He shot me a look but didn't say anything, as a sudden squirt from a ketchup bottle was heard. "Oh, it's, uh..." Bob started, not even noticing the collective horror building around him. "It's easier for me to swallow if I pretend it's a hamburger." He added another line of ketchup for good measure. "Which is tough, because I don't even know what a hamburger is."
