Hey guys! Welcome to my newest story, The Fire In Her Eyes. This takes place in between Which Father Knows Best and You Posted What?!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats, only my OCS.
Chase's sweet enjoyment of the basic rules of enthalpy was interrupted by some distressful news.
"Today I will be pairing you up with partners to work on your energy change projects," Mrs. Neal, the AP Chemistry teacher, announced.
Chase inwardly groaned, it wasn't that he didn't work well with others.
It was just that he didn't work well with others.
Mrs. Neal impatiently waved the hat filled with slips of paper in front of him. Chase took a deep breath as he drew a name from the hat.
"Chase, who will your lucky partner be?" Mrs. Neal asked.
"Camille Smith," Chase gulped.
Mission Creek High's resident mean girl made a sharp turn in Chase's direction. The glare coming from the teenage girl's dark eyes was enough to make Chase shutter.
Mrs. Neal went on until the rest of the class had their partners.
Chase hesitantly meet Camille by their assigned lab station. "Uh, hey,"
Camille's eyes scanned Chase, her lip indicating she was still making a decision.
"What?" Chase asked.
"Never mind," Camille sighed. "I suppose you will do,"
Chase didn't reply immediately, a little taken aback by the comment. "Uh, okay. If you want to get going on this project we can work on it at my place after school,"
With an effortless looking flick of her neck, Camille moved the stray piece of dark black hair from her face. She took a piece of paper from her folder, wrote down a phone number, and handed it to Chase.
"Is this your cell number?" Chase asked.
"What? No," Camille huffed. "This is my chauffeur's number. You can go ahead and text him the address of your house. I will stop by this evening to get a head start on this project," she explained in her sharp european accent.
At that moment the school's bell rang annoyingly in G sharp.
"I'll see you tonight then," Chase muttered, fleeing the scene.
Chase rushed into the cafeteria, nearly knocking over Adam and his hot dog sculpture.
"Hey!" Adam whined, skillfully managing to keep it steady.
"What's crawled up your pants?" Bree asked, sitting down next to Leo at their lunch table.
"You are never going to guess who I got partnered with for our chemistry project," Chase sighed.
"Who?" Leo asked.
Chase swallowed hard. "Camille Smith,"
His siblings all snapped to attention.
"Camille Smith?!" Bree exclaimed.
"The most popular, ruthless, and crazed girl at our school?" Leo added.
Chase groaned. "Yes, her,"
"Keep it down, she has ears everywhere," Leo whispered.
"She is like a 100 pound teenage girl, what harm can she really do?" Adam shrugged.
"Destroy you," Bree muttered. "Remember what happened to Erin Sanders when she accidentally spilled her lunch on Camille?"
Leo nodded. "Yeah, during their cheerleading retreat, Erin's hair got chopped up and died orange,"
"But it was never proven to be Camille's doing," Chase replied.
Bree raised and eyebrow. "I can keep listing other examples. The girl has been here all of three months and she has already gotten quite the list of victims,"
"The project will only take a few days, I think I can survive that long with her," Chase sighed.
Leo shrugged and went back to noodle surprise.
"You are a goner," Bree muttered before returning to her lunch.
Chase rolled his eyes. His siblings were just being over dramatic. How bad could she really be?"
Once the four children finally escaped the school, they made their usual bee-line back home.
"Training 4 o'clock sharp," Bree mimicked as she headed up the driveway.
Adam nodded in agreement and opened up the front door.
Chase immediately noticed several things wrong with the grand room.
First, the glass kitchen table was tipped over, half shattered.
Second, Douglas was sitting on the couch in handcuffs.
Third, there was an armed man in a black suit standing at the top of the stair case.
"What is going on?!" Bree demanded.
"You see, we are having a little bit of a situation," Douglas started.
"Where is Mr. Davenport?" Chase asked.
"In his study. He, Tasha, and their lawyer is talking with another 'client' and their lawyer. Some kind of incident went down, not quite sure what happened. What ever it was, it upset this crazy chick and she almost attacked Donald," Douglas explained.
"Then why are you the one in handcuffs?" Leo asked.
"I tried to step in between them, and this nice gentlemen threw me aside," Douglas answered.
The man tilted his head up. "I am Ms. Smith's body guard. No one is to step within five feet of her without her permission,"
Douglas just shrugged before leaning back onto the couch.
"What are they doing in Mr. Davenport's study?" Chase asked.
"No idea," Douglas muttered.
The room's occupants turned towards the stairs as they heard someone stomping down them.
"Camille?" Chase gasped. "How did you get hear before we did? If you want we can get started on our-"
"I am not here for our project you twit," Camille snapped. "I am here for a legal matter,"
Donald, Tasha, and the lawyers came downstairs as well.
Chase looked at Mr. Davenport, noticing how Camille glared at him when he came down.
The adults all shook hands before the lawyers left, while the man in black hovered close to Camille. He whispered something to her, but she just shook her head. "No, it is okay Julius. You are no longer on payroll anyway. Go ahead and leave," Camille instructed.
After he left, Camille turned around, facing the stares of the Davenport Family.
"What?" She huffed.
"Um, does someone want to tell us what is going on?" Bree asked.
"Adam, Bree, Chase, Leo. This is Camille Smith," Donald introduced.
"Yeah, we know that. But why is she here?" Adam asked.
Donald took a deep breath, Tasha holding onto his arm for support.
"Guys, this is Camille. My daughter,"
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