Tutor (Lab Rats Fanfiction)

Chapter 5 Trent Leo and the Pizza Guy

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Avalon's P.O.V.

I was headed down the hallway, when a vaguely familiar voice stopped me.

"Hey, Avalon? Where you going?"

What was his name? Troy? Trey? Oh! Trent!

"Hey," I smiled at him.

"So, how about you, me, movie, Saturday night. What do you say?"

Wow! A date! Maybe this isn't such a bad day...

"YES!" I screeched. Then, I don't know how or why, I did this really weird giggle thing, which made him take a step back.

Shoot.

"I, uh, I mean, sure. Why not?" I said coolly. He smiled and walked down the hall to his next class.

-Time Skip-

FINALLY! The one part of the day where my dyslexia doesn't get in the way- lunch! Wait a minute...that rhymed! I think....stupid brain.

I walked into the lunch room to find it packed tight with students. They were everywhere! By the wall, in lines by the food, at the tables, on the tables...

I joined the seemingly never ending line for food, and stood behind a random student.

I saw a sign by the food, but I couldn't read it. And I know what you're thinking. 'If it's by the food, just look at the food,' but if you've ever seen cafeteria food, you'll understand my dilemma. It looks like someone just put a live chicken through a blender, feathers and all!

"Umm, excuse me," I asked the guy in front of me. He turned to look at me. "Can you read me that sign there?"

He looked at me like I asked him how to spell the letter 5! And knowing myself, I probably would've made that mistake before. His eyebrows were scrunched together and his mouth was slightly agape as if to say 'really'.

"Can't you read?" he scoffed with a small smirk. "Or maybe tell Mr. From Mrs.?"

Oh god.

"Y-you saw that?" I stuttered. He nodded, and turned back to the sign.

"That's salad, and over there is pizza," he said, pointing to the supposed food.

Pizza? It looks like someone poured red paint on a piece of cardboard and slapped it with pepperoni. Is this food even legal?

"Thanks," I muttered.

"How are you not able to read a simple sign?" he asked in a disbelieving tone.

"Uh, I accidentally forgot my glasses at home," I lied. He just gave me a slight nod before grabbing a slice of the supposed pizza. I grabbed a bowl of salad and moved on to the register.

As I paid for my lunch, I watched the boy stride out of the cafeteria with his deranged pizza. Mr. Brian greeted him at the doorway and led him down the hall.

Ha, he got some type of lunch detention. He probably talked like I did in class. Oh well. Sucks to be him.

I paid for my lunch and scanned the room for Bree. I could tell the tables were separated by social ranking.

At one table, there were cheerleaders and football jocks. Among them, I saw Trent licking a pudding cup with his feet on the table. He noticed me and gave me a half-of-the-mouth smile, which I returned shyly.

At another table, there were some kids with big, thick-lensed glasses and textbooks munching on pretzel rods.

Must be none other than the geeks.

One of them saw me looking at them, and started to laugh. Not long after, the other nerds caught on and silently laughed at me.

Wow. Laughed at by the geeks. That stings.

I tried to ignore there giggling and focused on finding Bree and Adam. My eyes landed on a table in the far corner of the room. There sat Adam, Bree and a dark skinned boy, who couldn't be any older than fourteen. I speed walked over to them, and stood behind Bree's chair.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked. She turned around, and her whole face lit up.

Wow, the only person who's ever been that happy to see me was my old best friend, Julia.

I wish she was here now.

"Avalon! How do you like it here so far? Did you make it to Mrs. Bowers' room on time?" she interrogated.

"Umm, actually, I ran into a bit of trouble with the directions, but it was okay in the end. So far, it's been okay. Mr. Brian is kinda mean though," I replied.

"Ooh, yeah, I forgot to warn you about him. As long as you don't talk during class, you should be fine."

Thanks for the advice, Bree.

"Too late," I muttered and took the seat next to her.

"I thought you said you had three brothers," I pointed out, confused.

"Yeah. I don't know where Chase is. He's probably begging his teacher for another extra credit assignment. Again," she replied in a bored tone.

"Alright," I mumbled and glanced regrettably at the 'salad' that sat before me.

As I started to pick at it, I noticed out of the corner of my eye the dark skinned boy looking at me. And by looking, I mean staring.

"Umm, can I help you with something?" I asked, but he remained frozen. Adam noticed this, and playfully elbowed him in the ribs. It looked like an effortless nudge, but the poor boy flew completely out of his chair!

"Adam!" Bree hissed in his direction. After a second, she turned back to me. "Uh, Leo here is very frail." she covered quickly. I nodded, and Leo popped up from the ground.

"I'm okay!*" he stated. To me he said, "Hello, there. My names Leo 'Danger' Dooley, but you can call me anytime."

"Uh, okay?" I mumbled, but it came out as more of a question.

"Sorry, Avalon. Ignore Leo. He's completely harmless."

I nodded while Leo gaped at her. He was about to make an argument when we heard another voice.

"Uh, guys? Why's she here?"

I turned in my seat to face the new voice and my mouth hung open.

"Oh, sorry," Bree started. "Avalon, this is my brother, Chase. Chase, Avalon."

"Y-you're Chase?" I stuttered.

"Yes. You're Avalon Blake? The girl I have to tutor for english and now math?" he quipped and I glared.

I'm surprised I didn't recognize his voice. After all, he did read me the lunch board.

AN: Chase is finally here!!! it's like, what, the fifth chapter, and he's just now making an appearance! Who's happy?!

If you guys didn't know already, my other story, Bionic Stolen, is sadly coming to an end.

But, before you all go on a Spike rampage, I should tell you there shall be... a SEQUEL!!! I'm starting to write it, and hopefully I will be able to post the first chapter after Thanksgiving.

I know, long wait, but I want to make sure everything is perfect for you guys. Each and every one of you have given me so much support and love, and I'm very grateful. You're the reason why I do this. Your comments and votes motivate me to type 'til my fingers are numb...Seriously though, last week, I couldn't hold a pencil because my fingers hurt so much...

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QOTD: Marcus: Evil or misunderstood?

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