Tutor (Lab Rats Fanfiction)

Chapter 10 Attack of the Giant Trent

AN: A special thanks to the following commenters:

•@Smilie254
•@last_queen_of_narnia

For helping me through my writers block. Thanks guys!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Avalon's P.O.V.

I officially hate gym class. If it wasn't clear enough with the dodgeball incident, I am not good at anything athletic except for gymnastics.

Just bad at athletics? Don't you remember what everyone back in Pennsylvania said about you?

"Maybe you should just drop out of school. We'd all be happier, anyway. One less disappointment for our school."

"You should really just stop trying. Your dyslexia takes away all of the hope for your future."

"People like you- unable to do anything- are people who end up with a sad, lonely life. I mean, who would want to deal with a complete failure?"

"Okay, so you can't read and you can't throw a ball. What's the point for you, anyway?"

"Seriously? You can't do anything. You should just leave for good."

And I did. Of course, I hadn't planned on it, but my parents had other ideas. Well, my dad did. He needed to move here for his new job.

I really didn't want to move. Sure, it was nice to get away from all of the bullies, but running away just gave them what they wanted: Me out of their lives.

Anyways, after changing out of my gym clothes, I walked out of the locker room to be greeted by Trent. But something wasn't right. Something clothing wise.

"Uh, Trent? What's wrong with your clothes?"

"Tryin' something new. I found these just randomly laying around the locker room. Cool, right?" he answered with a smirk.

He found them in the locker room? Oh, boy.

The clothes were awfully small and tight on him. And they in no way, shape, or form matched anything he might consider wearing on a normal day.

"Trent, I thing those belong to someone else," I hinted, hoping he'd go back in the boys' room and change.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me closer to him. I almost crashed my head into his chest -and the scrony shirt he was wearing- but thanks to my strong sense of balance from gymnastics, I was able to catch myself. Lowering his head to my ear, he whispered, "I know. This is just for fun."

Without another word, he ran out of the gym (which I recently discovered doubled as the calfeteria) and paused in the doorway. I jogged after him to meet Adam, Bree, Chase and Leo in the hall. The four siblings all seemed to be having a civil conversation. However, Leo was sporting a blue gym towel instead of clothes.

Oh, so that's where Trent got the clothes from! That's kind of mean...

"AY OH!" Trent hollered, unaware of my presence. He held his arms -which I just noticed had a pair of shoes attached to them- up like he was a king awaiting praise. Adam, Bree and Chase all breathed a simultaneous, "Ahh," in realization while Leo, fumbling with the towel, glared at Trent.

"Trent? You took my clothes?" Leo questioned, his voice raising a pitch. If I were him, I'd be furious. In fact, just watching this was enough to put me on edge. How could Trent do this? Leo seems really nice! Well, after you get through the relentless flirting, that is.