Battle Of The Bands

Chapter 5

Chapter 5.

Bree's POV.

I wouldn't lie when I said I had worked everyone till midnight last night, but we HAD to win! However, everyone was now exhausted with the exception of Tasha and Mr. Davenport and I just know Chase is gonna rat on me. We all sort of stumbled out of the lab, with Adam closing his eyes and yawning, only for him to trip and cry out, making Chase and I wake up almost immediately and run over to him.

"Adam!"

"Are you ok?" Chase asked.

"I don't know. I fell on my hand." He told us as he tried to move it, grimacing instead.

Knowing immediately what to do, I screamed.

"MR. DAVENPORT!"

Then Eddie came on the screen.

"What are you brats complaining about? I need my beauty sleep."

"Eddie, go get Mr. Davenport down here, NOW." Chase ordered as we helped Adam into a chair just as Leo came down.

"Where is Mr. Davenport?"

"He left for work. What's going on?"

"Adam tripped and fell on his hand. We need some help down here."

"Ok, I'll go get mommy-I mean mom." Leo corrected, but before we made him explain, he was already gone.

"Adam, on a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is it?" Chase asked.

"Um, pancake?"

"What?"

"Chase, you just asked ADAM to use numbers."

"Sorry. How bad is it, Adam?"

He hissed sharply then answered. "It really hurts. Like that one time I accidentally put my hand in the wafflemaker, only it doesn't burn as much."

Then Leo came back down with Tasha, who immediately started looking at Adam's hand. After about ten minutes, Tasha helped Adam up.

"I'm taking Adam to the ER. Chase, you are in charge."

"Why is he in charge?"

"He's the most responsible." Tasha told us before she and Adam went in the elevator.

"What do we do while they are gone?" I asked.

"I don't know about you two, but I'm going back to bed." Leo told us as he went upstairs.

"We probably need to get some more sleep as well, Bree." Chase told me.

"I can't sleep! I'm worried about Adam! What if he can't perform tonight?"

"Bree, it's just a silly competition and the only reason I'm doing it is to save the school. You do realize a hand injury could leave Adam disabled, right? So just stop being selfish and focus on the important stuff."

"This is not selfish! I'm worried about him!"

"No. You are worried of lack of drums. You are just a selfish, little, brat." Chase told me angrily.

Almost immediately I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes and my heart break as Chase realized what he said.

"Bree? I am so sor-"

"Save it, Chase! Is that how you see me? A selfish brat? You'd be surprised if you would look up from your stupid homework once in awhile."

"Bree-"

"I don't wanna hear it." I told him as I ran out of the lab and to Mission Creek Central Park, to see Caitlin sitting by herself.

"Hey Caitlin." I smiled as I sat beside her.