Bionic Baby Steps (Chase Davenport)

Spike

I walked into the cafeteria, scoping the place out for my brother. The others follow in as I find the coast is clear, standing next to Leo and smiling at him.

"L, go ahead and give them the low down." I nudged him proudly as he prepared to give them the tips, tricks, and social rules on surviving this dump.

"Okay guys, that's Principle Perry." He says looking over at the short, older women. "She has the temperament of a junkyard dog, stuffed into a really bad pant suite."

"HEY! YOU!" We all jump as we hear her yell.

"NO TONGUE RINGS IN SCHOOL! Don't try to hide it. I WILL TAKE A METAL DETECTOR TO YOUR FACE!" She shouted across the hall to some girl.

I turn to the three with a big fake smile, "Delightful women, huh?" The sarcasm dripping in my tone.

Bree gasps as she spots a guy walking in our direction. Yeah, he was kinda cute. Not as cute as Chase, mind you. Wait, what? I have got to stop thinking like that.

"This is it," she turns to us excited. "My chance for romance, on tv, the new girl drops her books, and the cute guy with the soulful eyes always picks them up..."

"Bree," I chuckle at her fantasy. "That only ever happens in the-". She drops her books as a teacher walks past, the boy changes directions as the teacher slips on her binder and lands on his back. Papers flying everywhere.

"Movies..." I finish, doing my best to hold back the laugh on the tip of my tongue.

"Oops," she says as the teacher gets back up and looks her like a crazy person. "Sorry, I'm new."

"Moving on," I say as Bree gathers her books and puts them in her bag.

"Okay," Leo continues with his rule book. "Your social life is determined by where you sit. We can't sit at the cool table." He says waving his hand in the direction of the cheerleaders.

"But we can sit, cool table adjacent." He waves at the other tables.

"F.Y.I, Adam just sat down at the cool table." Bree pointed out.

"WHAT?!" Leo yelled as we watched Adam use two oranges for eyes. "He can't sit there. That's where the football players sit with the cheerleaders, and they pride themselves on finding very clever places to stuff your pudding cups." Leo informs them.

I roll my eyes thinking of it as Chase has a look of slight fear and Bree looks disgusted.

"Those girls are actually talking to him," Chase points out, as he stares at the table of girls and now Adam. "And they can't talk about shapes and colors forever. See ya!" I watched as Chase left to join them, a huge smile on his face. I felt my heart drop slightly and my lips turn into a slight frown. Leo looked at me pitifully for a second before his eyes widened.

"No!" He exclaimed. "The football players are gonna turn them into the 5th food group!"

My eyes widened as I looked at him, his expression matching mine as the realization hit us."My brothers on the football team...." My voice came out hoarse and barely above a whisper.

"Its a rescue mission." He said.
"Move in, move in." I finished, stepping closer to the table. I watched as Chase was flashing a smile at the head cheerleader. My heart aching even more.

"Hi," Leo waved at her. He kept her attention as I stepped next to Chase on the other side.

"You need to move, now," I told him. Grabbing his shirt lightly, I tried to tug him away. He shrugged me off.

"Why?" He asked, concerned.

"Trust me, please. I'm trying to help you." I begged him, whispering. My eyes pleading with his. Just then we hear the doors burst open, the football players falling in. Their leader spots Leo, walks over and sniffs him like a bloodhound.

"Sorry," Leo mumbles and scampers out of the way.

He slams his hand on the table, the other resting on the back of Chase's chair. He turns his head towards him, "Hey, that's my seat. Get lost before I use you like a napkin." He threatens, turning to his buddies who laugh at his pathetic joke. Seriously? He can do better than that.

"Back off Trent," I warn him. My eyes never leaving him. My lips were pressed into a thin line. He turns to look at me, an evil smile gracing his lips. "Oh hey, Lil sis. Its been a while. Still hanging around a bunch of losers?"

"Still a sad delinquent, who won't grow up and graduate?" I ask sarcastically, my voice sickly sweet and a smile on my face. His nostrils flare, and his eyes narrow at me.

"Chase, we should probably go," Bree interrupts our staring match. "He's not very absorbent."

Trent smirks, grabbing a cup from the table and pouring it all over. "Oh look, a spill!"The cheerleaders jump back as Trent drags Chase out of his seat by the scruff of his collar.

"Trent! Put him down!" I yelled at him.

"Shut up, Serena!" He turns back to Chase. "Think I'm gonna wipe it up with your face." He smiles at him.

Next thing I know, Chase moves through Trent's arm and pins him to the table. I jump back, my hand flying over my mouth as Bree drags me over to where Leo is. Out of range. "Think again, bubble neck!" Chase growls at Trent. His voice has dropped three tones deeper. " I'm gonna rip out your knee caps and use them as hookey picks."

Adam tumbles over chairs as he reaches us. Straighten his shirt he says in a calm voice, "Okay, I don't mean to alarm anyone. But I think Spikes back!"

Hell. That's Spike!

I run over to the scene of commotion, "That's enough!" I demand as I pry Chase- I mean Spike off of my brother. I try pushing him back but he won't budge. I'm just stood there, with my hands on his chest between them.

"You, have no idea who you're messing with." Trent threatens. I look at him hopelessly, he just glances at me furiously. "Okay?"
"PUDDING CUUUPPPS!" he shouts, as two nerds hand him them terrified.

"Oh, I'll take those," Spike exclaims. He gently moves me behind him, as he grabs the cups from Trent's hands in protest. He pops the pudding, spraying it all across the whole defensive line.

Trent wipes his face and stares at Spike, his face turning red for anger. "YOU'RE DEAD!" Spike roars in their faces, causing them all to jump back and scramble for the door. Leaving Trent alone. "You, okay. Okay. You're lucky, that we have to go to the reading center right now!" He says leaving.

"It's called a library, nimrod," I shout after him.

Every starts applauding Spike, as he nods his head clearly enjoying the attention. He walks back over to the table, pulling out the chair he previously sat in.

"Take a seat compadres, this is our table now." Throwing his feet up onto the table. As everyone moves to sit down, I find no chairs left. As I turn to grab a chair from the table behind us, I hear feet drop to the floor and feel a pair of hands on my waist. Spike pulls me back and sits me on his lap facing the table of people. I look at him, as he sends a wink at me. I try to get up but his arms wrap around my waist, securing me in my position. It didn't hurt, not one bit. Everything about his movements with me was gentle, like Chase. But this was a complete contradiction of Spike's personality. So what about me was making him be so gentle?

I look over at Bree and ask, "How long does this usually last?" I said patting Spikes' chest, which he smirked at, making me drop my hand instantly instead of letting it rest there. "It can take a while," She smiled at me uncomfortably, understanding my dilemma.

"Is their a way to switch it off?" I ask hopefully. I didn't want Chase to stay like this. I wanted him to experience his first day as Chase, not Spike. "Nope," both her and Adam said.

I groaned, leaning back in defeat. Forgetting which state he was in right now, Spike wrapped his arms around me more and whispered in my ear. "Save those for the bedroom sweetheart." I tried to move forward, the disgust clear on my face, but Spike wouldn't budge. He laughed, getting off at my uncomfortable situation. Yes, I like Chase. I've accepted that. But this isn't Chase. He's the total opposite. It's like if he had an evil twin. They may share the same face, but he isn't Chase.