Tutor (Lab Rats Fanfiction)

Chapter 7 Sore Thumb of Conley Avenue

AN: Okay, I don't have much to say here except:

If you haven't already, you should check out @smilie254's story 'Not Another Word', especially those of you who have read/liked her previous book, 'More Than His Assistant'. The third chapter has an interesting bit of info about MTHA, and it may be of interest to you. Remember to VOTE for that chapter!!!

AND... I am posting this chapter one day EARLY because my teachers were kind enough to tell everyone in my class tomorrow's homework assignments, and I have a GIANT load of it. It will definitely take today's time as well as tomorrow's. Seriously, my life for the next forty-eight hours consists of school, homework, studying, eating and sleeping. I'm talking ZERO free time. Wish me luck!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats. I also do not own the streets mentioned in this chapter. Any similarities between real life and this story are coincidental and not intended. Thank you, and enjoy the chapter.

Avalon's P.O.V.

2:27......2:28......2:29

Yes! Only one minute left in my very first day at Mission Creek High. It's been a pretty horrible day. Sure, there were some good parts, like when I met Bree, or when Trent asked me out, but there were some major low points. For example: walking in Mr. Stevens' room, where my tutor was sitting, and leaving a bad impression on all of the honors students. Then there was the lunch dilemma (sign/nerd/Chase problems) and gym class. Guess what everyone except me seemed thrilled to play!

It was the most pointless and unfair 'athletic' game to play in the history of everything.

Dodge ball.

It's so meaningless! You're just hurling rubber balls at each other's faces to get them out! All of the people who seemed to be good at it were on the opposite team as me and the non-athletes. The school really shouldn't use rubber playground balls as ammunition. One of the football players whipped one at me and it hit my leg. To say the least, it burned like someone decided to light a marshmallow stick on fire and stab me with it! My leg was so red it looked like someone painted my leg with ketchup.

And to make matters worse, Chase and I have the same period for gym class. True, it's the only class we have together, but we have to spend every night with each other in addition to it! I don't need his smirk watching me while I get brutally assaulted with dodge balls!

Moving on from my traumatic gym class experience, the bell finally sounded throughout the school, and I scrambled to get out of my seat. Waves of students flooded the halls and I was swept away in the overpowering current.

Once I finally made my way to my locker, I had to wait for other people to move because they were all blocking my path.

Seriously? Why are the lockers packed so tight together?

"Hey, Ava!"

I turned to come face to face with Trent. Well, face to shoulder.

Why must people be so tall!?! And why does he call me that? No one's called me Ava in years...and honestly, I don't like hearing it from Trent's mouth.

"Still on for Saturday?" he asked with a grin.

Now normally, I would've said yes. But this was not normal. First of all, I'm talking to a guy instead of my friend. No one's ever asked me out at my old school, so I had no experience.

Second, I have tutoring. Lots of it. I'm supposed to meet up with Chase every night. Including Saturday. Sunday, thankfully, is not required. That, plus homework and unpacking meant I had almost no free time left.