Bree stared at herself in the mirror, running her hands down her sides to smooth out any wrinkles. All around her people rushed back and forth with cans of hairspray and shouting orders to contestants. Bree's dress was a two piece with a navy long sleeved lace top and a navy skirt with pink flowers across it. She spent two hours curling her hair and pinning it back into a bun and Tasha helped her with her make up.

Over the last week, she and her brothers (they told Leo on the second day of binging) had been stocking up on all things fattening to try and bump her up on the weight scale. It worked pretty well, bringing her up to only about five pounds below her original weight. Around three days before the pageant, she and Tasha went dress shopping and Bree was satisfied to find a dress that she felt comfortable in.

"Hey babe," Tyler said, coming up behind her dressed in his maroon tux. He smiled at her through the mirror, but frowned when he saw what he was wearing. "Um, Bree, that's not the dress we agreed on."

"No it's not," Bree sighed, turning to face him. "I decided I liked this one more."

"It doesn't match."

Chase showed up then and linked his arm with hers. Adam stepped up on her other side and both boys smirked at Tyler. "Change of plans, Tyler," Chase said triumphantly. "I'm escorting my sister tonight."

Tyler glared. "You can't do that. We've had this planned for weeks, without her-"

"You won't be the coolest guy escorting the bionic girl. Instead, you'll be the loser without a date," Adam finished. A woman walked by, calling for all contestants and their escorts to make their way to the stage.

"Consider this a break up," Bree snapped. Chase winked at him before they headed for the stage. Adam watched them go with his arms crossed over his chest. Tyler scoffed and Adam's eyes fell back to him.

"Whatever, I don't need her anyways. She's been a weirdo ever since she came to this school. I can easily find a better date."

Adam's always been smart about controlling his anger. That's a trait Chase has been working on for years, but to Adam it just comes naturally. With a deep breath, Adam took a step closer to Tyler so the next words could only be heard by the two of them.

He grabbed Tyler's shoulder roughly. "You wanna know the difference between you and my sister? Your fame ends once you graduate high school. Hers will live on because she's a hero and she would never tell somebody to skip a meal because they're not good enough to fit somebody else's standards," Adam growled, his grip tightening on Tyler's shoulder. His super strength kicked in almost immediately and he could feel the bones beneath the skin move under the pressure. Tyler whined in pain and Adam pushed him away.

"If I ever find out you're hurting her again, I swear to God I will not be as forgiving." His tone was low and dangerous. He only ever uses this tone when dealing with people he really truly hates, like when Marcus almost killed Leo. This tone seemed to scare people, even his family (although nobody ever admitted it). He didn't like using it, but it was the best way to get the point across.

Tyler stuttered apologies and defenses, but Adam just stalked off. He counted to ten three times in his head as he walked out a side door and made his way through the crowd to find his family. When he sat down, he was finally calm enough to enjoy the show. And, when his younger siblings paraded across the stage with genuine smiles on their faces, he found himself smiling, too.