A/N: Hello, fanfiction reader. Well, I've been writing an iCarly chapterfic, and it's slowly killing me. So, to give myself a break from all the Sam and Freddie-ness, I am going to write various Lab Rats one shots. It will probably be fluff, drama, parody, and the occasional two-shot. Suggest something and I'll probably use it. I'm warining you right now, updates will be random. Anyway, here's the first one.
I Can't Get Fs
(Takes place before YPW)
Chase sat in class, awaiting the return of his test paper. His math exam was a piece of cake. He looked around the room, and saw distraught faces, hands hastily shoving papers into folders. He sure was glad he passed. He would have hated to have that churning nervous feeling, to wonder how badly he did to
Plop.
He flipped his exam over, glanced at, gasped, then quickly put the paper facedown again. He then double-checked it. Then he checked it again. There it was, in fat red numbers.
47 F.
He...failed. The smartest person in the world—yeah right. He couldn't even pass a simple math test. Even worse, his math teacher didn't believe in extra credit. There was no way to bring his grade up. He couldn't get an F. His GPA was ruined. His chances of being Valedectorian—gone. Scholarships, they were gone. Half his colleges were off the table now. His life was over.
Chase felt sick. As soon as the bell rang (thankfully, the tests were passed out at the end of class,) he ran to the bathroom. He barely made it to the stall in time.
When he was done, (and was he grateful everyone was at lunch, with no one in the bathroom,) he realized he was crying.
Stop it! He chided himself. Stop being such a baby. So you failed a test. Big deal.
It IS a big deal!
Big enough to cry over?
...
Well, baby?
Shut up!
Stop crying!
But he couldn't help it. Every time he thought of that test, he would start tearing up again. He tried to stop. He focused intently on the ugly floor tiles. He studied his red face in the mirror. But he couldn't get it out of his head.
He washed his face with scratchy paper towels. If he didn't show up to lunch, Adam, Bree, and Leo would ask where he was. He didn't want anyone to know. Ever.
Taking a deep breath, he left the bathroom. (And resolved never to do that again. Deep breathing in public bathrooms is not advised.)
"Hey guys." Chase said, a nice fake smile plastered on his face, as he sat down in the cafeteria.
"Hey Chase, will you please tell Adam that cake should not have cheese frosting?" Leo asked.
"Hello, cheesecake?!"
"That's not what it's made out of!" Bree sounded frustrated.
"Then what is it made out of, huh?"
"Um...cream cheese?" Bree answered, sort of. "Right, Chase?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah."
"Are you okay?" Leo asked.
"I'm fine."
"Really? Because you look kinda sick. And you're not correcting Adam."
"Look, I'm fine, okay?!
"Are you sure?"
"You can tell us, Chase." Bree added.
"No, I can't." The words slipped out.
"Yes, you can. We won't judge."
"I...I flunked a math test." Chas lowered his head, ashamed.
"That's it?"
"No! Well, yes. But you don't get it! I-"
"We do get it." Leo cut him off. "You're human. Yeah, you flunked a test. Everybody does sometimes. Even super-geniuses. Even computers mess up sometimes. Yeah, it stinks. But it'll get better, alright? Go over what you missed, and make sure you know why you got it wrong. Study harder next time. Stop freaking out...Feel better?"
"Not really." Chase admitted. "But thanks. You're a good brother."
"Well, when you're this awesome, it comes pretty easy." Leo put his hands behind his head and leaned backwards in his chair. Leaning too far, he fell backward.
Chase smiled while everyone laughed. It may take longer that for most, but he'd be okay. He was strong enough.
A/N: So, what did you think? This was actually inspired by how I reacted to failing my A&P final. (Still passed the class though, don't worry.. Plus, my teacher lied. I found out a week later I DID pass, and was one of the only ones who did.) I didn't react quite that badly, but I did cry. I figured Chase would react a lot worse because his self-esteem is solargely tied to his being the smartest person ever. With that gone, he would probably feel...horrible. Worthless.
Anyway, tell me what you think. Any ideas are welcome. See ya later!
~Melon-Lord-of-Fire
