I started to write a FanFic of them as normal High School students and without any bionic abilities. I hope you guys enjoy it ;D

I don't own any of the Lab Rats, just the concept ;)

Bree

When I found out that I was moving, I panicked.

New house?

New school?

New friends? Well, if I were to make some.

An entirely different world? Worst part of all, I can't do anything about it.

I never had any say in the decision of moving, or in the decision of anything. My father is quite ignorant of the things I want. He obviously doesn't understand what makes me happy. I know that he's trying to do what's best for him and I, and thats all what matters right now.

The reason as to why we are moving is because he was offered a job that provided a higher paying income. He decided it was best to take it, since we weren't doing very well before and it was basically a "once in a lifetime" chance. He never asked me if I was okay with the decision he was planning to make, which really ticked me off. But, I roughly shook it off, trying to be as easy going as everyone thought I was.

People don't know me at all. They think I'm easy going and selfless, kind and giving, respectful and loyal. But what they don't know is I'm the exact opposite. I'm stubborn and selfish, mean and not giving, disrespectful and disloyal. I hate keeping things to myself.

You see? Everyone in school knew exactly how I would think of things because I would always blurt out my opinions, only to get me caught in a tidal wave of detentions and suspensions. My father never really cared. As long as I was healthy and out of harm's way, he didn't bother. But hey, you know, not everyone is perfect, right?

I was not prepared for the first day of school, but I managed to drag myself out of bed and get ready, ignoring the churn at the pit of my stomach at the thought of an entirely different school. A different schedule. Different people and teachers who have an awful lot more fun judging and embarrassing you. No friends. Just you. You're all alone.

Dad didn't bother to get up, wish me good luck on my first day of school, not even to offer me a ride. I grabbed an apple from a basket of fruits sitting on the counter and headed out.

I really didn't waste time on an outfit for the special day. I chuckled bitterly. It's a very special day, I thought sarcastically, taking a bite out of the ripe apple.

I wore brown combat boots with smooth, black leggings that lengthened to my ankles, along with a big, knitted sweater. It was cold, but not too cold. My golden, auburn curls rested on my collarbone. I also wore a long, golden locket that my mother gave to me before she passed away.

I feel as though she was the only person I was close with. The only person I was comfortable with being myself. The only person that I could talk to when I actually wanted to talk.

I shook the thought away, not precisely liking where my thoughts were wandering.

I strolled over to the bus stop, where some kids were waiting, too. I despised the fact that some of them were eyeing me. I immediately glared back. They got the hint and pulled their attention away from me and to their friends.

A brunette walked over to me asking, "Are you new here?"

"Yes," I spat. She nodded slowly as if she was slowly processing.

"Hm. Bitchy type? Okay, okay. I got you," she said. I frowned. For some reason, just now, I'm starting to like her.

"Oh, by the way. My name's Christine," she added, holding out her hand for me to shake it. I took her hand and shook it.

"The name's Bree, Bree Davenport," I said, taking another bite of my apple.

"Skipped breakfast?" Christine asked.

"Didn't exactly have the time," I answered.

She chuckled. "So, where are you from?"

"Minnesota. My father and I moved out here because he was offered a better job, though I hated the idea of us moving."

The bus pulled up to the curb and it's doors opened. Christine began to talk while we were getting on the bus.

"Well you're going to hate it here!" She shouted with such sarcasm. "People judging you! Teachers going out of their way just to get you into trouble! Kids still lingering in their awkward stage–"

"Wait, I thought the 'awkward' stage was over after middle school," I said, using my fingers for visual quotation marks when I mentioned 'awkward.'

Christine sighed, "Yeah, I thought so, too. But hey, we can make fun of them together, right?"

I laughed, enjoying her sarcasm and rudeness as the bus lurched, beginning to make it's way to its designated destination. Maybe today wasn't going to be as bad as I thought it would be. I made a friend. Hopefully, I would have her in some of my classes.

Surprisingly, school was going well. I actually had all the same classes with Christine. Such luck, I thought. That wasn't sarcasm, though. I was pretty glad to have her in all of my periods. She was the only person I knew out of all the awkward, scrawny looking kids. She was right. These kids needed more time, even after middle school, to grow out of the awkward part of their lives.

The principal knew I was transferring to this school in advanced, so my locker was already assigned and ready the moment I stepped into the building.

I walked to my locker to grab the books I needed for my next period. Fortunately, it wasn't a far walk. I slammed my locker shut, only to collide with a guy that was walking down the hallway. My books fell to the floor, along with my jaw.

"Hey!" I shouted.

"Oh, sorry," he said. I looked at him. He was really cute. He had chestnut, brown hair and vibrant, hazel eyes. He picked up my books and handed them to me. When I reached out to take them, my hand brushed his. I felt my cheeks heat.

"So I see you're new here," He said. It sounded more of a statement than a question.

"Uh, y-yeah. I-I am. I came from Minnesota." I stuttered.

This isn't you. Where did the 'sarcastic Bree' go? Stop acting nervous, you pathetic freak.

He nodded, grinning. Crap. His smile was gorgeous. I swallowed hard.

"Oh, by the way. My name is Chase," he purely added. I thanked him sweetly, and thankfully I resisted stuttering.

"See you in class, Bree," He said, starting down the hallway. I frowned. He knew my name. I don't remember introducing myself. Christine gasped.

"So, I see you met the hottest boy in school. That's the boy whose been staring at you these past few periods," Christine said.

"What?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow. So that's how he knew my name.

"You didn't notice? That's Chase. Chase Costello? He's the most popular boy in school. I heard he at least dated half of the girls here."

He's a player.

"Can't imagine why," I added, watching him make his way down the hall, every feminine set of eyes on him, and some staring daggers my way. But, of course I knew why. He was hot, and that's basically all what girls look for. I don't. If they're really cute, I stay awhile and see if his personality levels with his looks. If it doesn't? Adios. I label the girls that only seek for looks 'airheads.' And apparently there are a ton of airheads at this school.

Well, adios Chase.

"Whatever, lets hurry to Algebra 2 before we're marked as tardy."

Chase

The new girl, Bree Davenport, was in most of my classes. That didn't bother me, though. She was pretty. Real pretty. Prettier than most of the girls I've dated. She never really talked in class. The only time she would ever speak was when she snickered and whispered to her friend. Christine, was it?

Most girls I've dated were boring and dull. I suspected most of them only dated me because of my looks and popularity. But something was different about her. She seems amusing, sarcastic, and a bit humorous, which I find utterly attractive.

I decided that I'm going to approach her at her locker after class.

Class ended, and I began to walk over to my locker. I spotted Bree at hers.

Perfect time to introduce myself, I mused.

I walked over to her, but before I could speak, she slammed her locker shut and rammed into me, dropping her books. Oops. Her mouth dropped, and glared at me.

Even though she was really pissed off, she was still strikingly gorgeous. Long, auburn curls, delicate, pink lips, and chocolate brown eyes that glistened with fury. She must've dated every single boy one after the other at her past high school. Not that she is like that, but she was capable of doing so.

"Hey!" She shouted. Oh god. Act fast. She's the fury type.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I apologized. She stared, not saying much more, though I caught sight of the glare that still lingered in her eyes. I picked up her books. I quickly glanced down at the book sitting on top. She probably has Algebra 2 next. I handed the books to its rightful owner. I felt her hand brush mine, and saw her cheeks turn a dark shade of red. My stomach flipped. I smiled, realizing I had an effect on her.

"So, I see you're new here," I stated.

Of course I saw. She basically stands out compared to all the girls.

She nodded.

"U-uh, y-yeah. I am. I came from Minnesota," She stuttered. I grinned. She was nervous and adorable. She was adorably nervous… if that made any sense.

"Oh, by the way. My name is Chase," I added. "See you in class, Bree."

She thanked me, and I started down the hallway to my locker.

I ran into Adam along the way. "That went well," He chuckled.

"You saw?" He nodded. "Well, I expected it to go a lot more.. smoother."

I walked over to my own locker, but before I opened it, I moved some hair away from my ear and activated my bionic hearing to eavesdrop on Bree and Christine's conversation after I had left.

"Eavesdropping on their conversation? Brilliant." Adam sourly added. I shot him a look, and he held his hands up in a surrendering gesture. I smiled.

Christine gasped, which my me wince. "I see you've met the hottest and most popular boy in school," Christine said. I smirked. "That's the boy whose been staring at you for the past few periods." Oh, crap.

"What?" Bree's voice sounded surprised and... glad? I couldn't tell. "You didn't notice that? That's Chase Costello. I heard he's dated half of the girls in school."

Thanks Christine. Thank you so much for that sliver of information. Just... perfect.

"Can't imagine why.." Bree's voice trailed off. She was thinking, but what about? I deactivated my bionic hearing. Not having a single clue on what is going through Bree's head is probably going to bug me for the rest of the day. Those thoughts of hers might just ruin my chances with Bree. My eyes clamped shut, and I leaned forward, hitting the locker in front of me with my forehead, with just enough force to cause a bit of pain.

"Something didn't go as planned," Adam said smugly. I didn't even need to see his face to know that he had the biggest, most brightest smirk. And I so badly wanted to smack it right off his face.

Yeah, I know. I said I wasn't incorporating any bionic abilities, but I just couldn't help it :) So, what did you think? I hope its at least likable. Should I continue with this story, or just leave it as that? Yeah, I know they're out of character but I enjoyed writing this chapter :)