AN: Hey guys! So I hope you guys like this, and it will be a multi-chap story, although it'll only have about three chapters in all. Thanks for reading! Hope you like this! :D

Bree's PoV:

I watched, slightly amused, slightly annoyed as Leo tried to prove that Marcus was evil. This was getting out of hand. Marcus being evil? Yeah, right. I watched Marcus walk away, and I started to walk away as well. I had history next, and I couldn't be late again or I would get detention. I was so lost in thought that I didn't see the football come flying towards me.

"Bree, watch out!" Chase said. But it was too late. The football hit me in the face, and the momentum made me back up a little, which made me trip over my books that were now on the floor (they fell when the football hit me.) I landed on the floor with a thud, and pain exploded in my head. When did this floor become so hard?

I suddenly saw an unfamiliar face in front of mine. A boy. "Oh my God, I am SO sorry! Are you alright?" he asked me as he helped me up.

Now standing, I said, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. It's alright. No hard feelings." The boy then kneeled down again and picked up my books. Standing back up, he handed my books back to me. Then he looked into my eyes, and I was captivated. He had the warmest, most beautiful, chocolatey brown eyes. He stared at me, and I stared right back.

"What's your name?" he asked breathlessly.

"Bree. What's yours?" I asked.

"Ryan. So Bree, you have a last name?" Ryan asked flirtatiously.

I blushed as I said, "Um, yeah. Davenport. What's yours?"

"Matthews." It was then that I noticed that he was wearing a football jersey that had his last name on it. I instantly felt stupid. I know that the last name's on the back, but when he turned around to get my books, I should've noticed. But I didn't. Stupid.

"Well, Bree Davenport, you're extremely beautiful, and I was wondering if you'd like to sit with me today at lunch?" Ryan questioned.

"YES! I mean, yeah, sure, whatever," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant and failing miserably.

"Great. See you then," he said. He winked at me and walked away.

"Bye," I called as he walked away.

I watched as he walked away. When he disappeared from my sight, I turned around to see my brothers staring at me wide- eyed.

"What?" I asked.

Leo came forward and said, "Bree, I don't know if you noticed, but he was wearing a football jersey. Which means, HE'S A FOOTBALL PLAYER!"

"And?" I questioned.

"And? AND? BREE, ALL OF THE FOOTBALL PLAYERS AT THIS SCHOOL ARE A BUNCH OF JERKS! WHY WOULD YOU EAT LUNCH WITH ONE OF THEM?!" he yelled in response.

"Leo, calm down. And you two," I said, turning to Adam and Chase, "Close your mouths. You look kinda creepy."

They closed their mouths and Chase asked me, "Bree, you're not seriously going to eat lunch with him, right?"

"Chase, I'm eating lunch with him. I'll be fine. Okay? I've got to go, I can't get detention for being late again." With that, I walked away to history, luckily making it on time.

(Skip to the end of the day.)

Bree's PoV:

I was putting my books into my locker when I felt someones presence behind me. I turned around to see Ryan.

I smiled and said, "Hey Ryan."

"Hey beautiful. Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date tonight since it's Friday?"

"Sure. I'd love that."

"Great. I'll pick you up at eight. Here's my number," he said, handing me a slip of paper.

"Great. See you tonight," I said.

"Bye." He walked away, and I shut my locker, leaning against it and sighing.

"Hey Bree. What's up with you?" Chase asked. He looked at me in a confused way, as did Adam and Leo.

"RYAN ASKED ME ON A DATE TONIGHT!" I exclaimed.

"WHAT?!" they screamed. I was really glad that my brothers and I were the only ones left in the hallway at that moment.

"I know! It's great!" I said.

"No, Bree, it's not. Listen, I think it's great that a guy asked you out, but why does it have to be RYAN?! Why can't it be Owen, or Ethan, or even Marcus?!" Chase asked.

"Why do you guys hate Ryan so much? What has he ever done to you?" I questioned. I seriously didn't get it. Ryan was really sweet and romantic, why did they not like him?

"Bree, it's not Ryan that we hate. It's what he might do to you that we hate. He's bound to hurt you in some way or another!" Chase explained- or rather, he TRIED to explain. But I wouldn't listen.

"Listen, Ryan's a really great guy. And it's sweet that you guys want to protect me, but seriously, you don't have to. Ryan's not like every other football player. They're not all bad, you know," I defended.

"We know that," Adam piped up. "But we know how the mind of a teenage guy works, and we're not gonna let you get hurt. You're not going on that date."

"Yes, I am. And no one can tell me otherwise," I argued.

"Mr. Davenport can. We'll just beat you home somehow and convince him not to let you go on the date," Leo said.

"Right. But, you can only do that if you actually beat me home. Even when I'm not using bionics, I'm still a faster runner than you guys," I said.

"Fair enough. But who says we all need to go?" Leo asked. Before I could respond, Leo said, "Adam, grab her!"

But I was still too quick for them. I supersped away from the school and into our house. I slammed the door behind me and locked it. Thankfully, Mr. Davenport was sitting at his desk near the dining table, so I supersped over to him.

"Mr. Davenport?" I asked.

"Yes Bree?"

"I was wondering if I could go on a date tonight, seeing as it's not a school night?"

"Of course, just be back by ten."

"Thanks. Oh, and my brothers should be here shortly to try to convince you not to let me go, but don't listen to them. K?"

"Wait- why would they try to do that?" Mr. Davenport asked, looking confused.

"Because, the guy that I'm going on the date with, Ryan, well, they don't like him."

"Why don't they like him?"

"I don't know. There's nothing wrong with him, he's actually really sweet. I think they're just being over-protective."

"Oh. Okay. Don't worry, they won't sway my decision. I've already told you yes, and I'm not going back on that," he said, smiling.

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Where's Tasha?" I asked.

"She's in her old sewing room," Mr. Davenport answered.

"Thanks again!" I said happily before rushing off to go tell Tasha the good news.

AN: So, there's chapter one. I'll update this story soon, and please let me know what you think by clicking that review button down below! Thanks for reading, reviewing, following, and favoriting, if you do! :D Later! :p