A/N: Not that many reviews, but I figured as much. It is hard to compete with Kihonne's story. Oh well. Here's another chapter. Commando App. You all knew that was coming. Any episode with Spike = epic. Okay, I'd like to thank those that reviewed:

TheBritishWannaBe: Thanks. I figured Leo needed to be kind to Chase. Strengthen the brotherly bond, you know.

AllAmericanSlurp: No problem. Indeed it was. Here's the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Lab Rats is owned by Chris Peterson, Bryan Moore, and Disney XD. I make no claim to ownership. I only own Future Leo's future, if even that. Kihonne owns Calla and her OC's.

Edit: 8/25


Chase's POV

"Okay. You have been trained for all kinds of missions, but you are about to enter a soul bruising, confidence crushing, apocalyptic environment; High school," Mr. Davenport began.

Leo shuddered dramatically.

"Adam, Bree, your glitch results are fairly stable," Mr. Davenport continued.

"Yes!" Bree cheered. "I'm going to school."

"I'm fairly stable!" Adam announced proudly.

"Wait, what about me?" I asked, surprised mine weren't fairly stable. It must be my Commando App.

Mr. Davenport sighed, "Chase, I'm still concerned about your commando app."

Leo frowned. "Commando app? Cool!" Leo exclaimed.

"No, it's not. You see in the face of an imminent threat, Chase's commando app kicks in and he becomes a fearless brute I like to call Spike."

Leo seemed pretty interested about that. Poor, naïve Leo.

"It's kind of like a fight or flight, but I took out the flight part because it's useless and replaced it with a massive level of like a Tasmanian devil, wolverine, shark, lion hybrid…that's mad."

Much to my surprise, Leo was deep in thought. I was expecting him to be jumping all over the place. "Don't worry, Mr. Davenport," I assured our inventor. "I promise that Spike won't rear his ugly head."

"Oh, yeah, you mean like last Christmas when I made the mistake of giving Adam boxing gloves?" Mr. Davenport reminded me.

"Ughh!" Adam shuddered. "I'm still coughing up tinsel."

"You know, letting Chase go to school is a bad idea. I can't risk Spike coming out."

I looked devastated at the thought of being left here.

"Is the Commando App inside him? Because if it is, then can't you extract the chip and turn Spike human?" Leo asked.

"Theoretically, yes I could. However, I don't think anyone would like having Spike as a human, except for you," Big D mentioned.

"Don't let Spike out. When a mission occurs during a school day, send Spike instead of Chase. That way, Chase gets to go to school and—"

"Nooo! N-O!"

Leo and I looked disappointed.

"Don't worry, Mr. Davenport. We'll make sure Chase stays out of trouble," Bree said as Adam got distracted by something in a box. Probably something shiny.

"Mr. Davenport, I can't miss school!" I begged. "This is the beginning of my academic achievements and career trajectory. I mean, the road to becoming an astronaut lawyer has to start somewhere."

"Wait, they have lawyers in space?" Adam asked, holding something in his hands.

"Adam, they don't have…are those boxing gloves?" Leo asked.

I looked at Adam's hands and saw that he was wearing his boxing gloves. Oh lord.

"Alright, but I'd better not get a call from the art teacher saying that Spike ripped out her larynx," Mr. Davenport relented.

Leo raised his hand.

"Yes, I know she wouldn't be able to say anything because Spike would have ripped out her larynx!"

"Just checking."

"The point is, just keep him out of trouble!" Mr. Davenport told Adam, Leo, and Bree.

"Hey, check out what I found!" Adam started punching the air, but accidently sucker punched me, sending me sprawling to the ground, my stomach in pain. Looking up, I saw Adam push Bree in front of him. She was trying not to laugh. Leo was hiding a snicker while Mr. Davenport stared at Adam.

"Look, I'm sorry, but if he's going to stand that close to the gloves, it's gonna happen!"


After first period, Bree's POV

So far, so good. My first period class had been Chemistry. Even though I started a little late, it was only early October and the teacher knew I was new; I didn't have to do too much work. I was lucky too, because although none of my siblings were in that class with me, my new friend Kaitlin was, so at least I knew someone.

But everything started to go downhill at breakfast. See, the school served breakfast between first and second period. I met up with my brothers (fresh out of gym class. They smelled like it too), a girl that seemed vaguely familiar, and Leo. Immediately, we saw one of the teachers, a short, ugly woman, talking to one of the students.

"Okay, newbies. Allow me to introduce you to Calla Parker. Her brother, Jaden, is on the football team. Calla, these are my siblings, Adam, Bree, and Chase. Over there is Principal Perry." Leo pointed to the woman. "She's got the temperament of a junkyard dog stuffed into a really bad pants suit."

"In other words, avoid her, and you'll live longer. Anger her…and well, we'll be buying you a coffin," Calla told us.

I looked at her, expecting her to smirk, but she looked completely serious. That terrified me.

"HEY, YOU!" Principal Perry yelled at George, one of the students in my chemistry class. "No tongue rings in school! Don't try to hide it; I'll take a metal detector to your face!"

"I believe you about that coffin," I whispered to Calla.

"Good, because the last time I tried to warn a student, it was Kyle McMillan," she replied.

"Who's Kyle McMillan?" Adam asked.

"Exactly," was the reply.

I was about to say something, but then I saw a cute boy coming my way. I squealed quietly, and looked at Calla.

"This is it! My chance at romance!" I exclaimed. "On TV, the new girl always drops her books and the cute guy with the soulful eyes picks them up!"

"Uh, Bree…" Calla and Leo started to say, but I tuned them out, dropping my books theatrically. Unfortunately, the cute boy didn't pick them up. My Chemistry teacher, Mr. Corn, tripped on them and fell backwards, his papers flying everywhere. He sent me a glare as he stood back up.

"Opps! Sorry, I'm new!" I apologized quickly, bending down and picking up the books.

"Okay," Leo told Chase and me. Calla was too busy looking at something on her phone and we'd managed to lose Adam. "Your social life usually depends on where you sit. We can't sit at the cool table," he gestured to a table with cheerleaders and Adam sitting at it, "but we can be cool table adjacent." He pointed to an empty table next to the cheerleaders.

"FYI, Adam's sitting at the cool table," I pointed out.

Leo and Calla looked horrified as they watched Adam mess around with oranges, making the girls laugh.

"WHAT?!" they exclaimed in sync.

"He can't sit there! That's where the football players sit with the cheerleaders!" Calla exclaimed. Personally, I didn't see the big deal.

"Yeah, and they pride themselves on finding very clever places to stuff your pudding cup," Leo noted.

I didn't even want to know where those places were.

Of course, the bad part of the situation went right over my brother's head. "Those girls are actually talking to them," he gasped, "and they can't talk about shapes and colors forever. See ya!"

"Chase!" Calla tried to grab his shirt, tried to stop him, but failed. Chase sat himself down right next to one of the cheerleaders and introduced himself.

"This is bad. This is really bad," Calla muttered.

I looked at her and Leo. "Is it really that bad?" I asked.

They nodded silently.

"The football players are going to turn them into the fifth food group!" Calla exclaimed.

Leo took a deep breath. "All right, rescue mission. Let's go." He walked slowly over to the cheerleader table, Calla and I following. "You don't have to be involved, Calla."

"I know."

"Oh, hey guys!" Adam greeted us. "Guess what? These girls just told us that when the football players get here, I'm getting a free pudding cup."

Leo and Calla exchanged glances. I guess they must have seen people "get free pudding cups" a lot, and knew what to expect. The cheerleaders turned to Leo; he ignored them.

"Hi, hot stuff! How's it going?" a cheerleader flirted.

Leo simply ignored her and looked elsewhere. I was actually pleased that he did. There was some hope for the males of our species after all! I could see Calla whispering to Chase, probably trying to get him to leave, but he was certainly not in any hurry.

Suddenly, the doors at the end of the hallway opened and eight boys, all wearing jerseys, came in. At the lead was a tall guy wearing a blue baseball hat. He looked at Leo, more like glared, and sniffed the air loudly.

"Hey, Trent. Do you mind if I sit here?"

"I do. Now, get lost."

"And him?" Leo asked, pointing at Chase.

The football player glared at Chase, who was still sitting at the table. Calla was still besides him, but it looked as if she was trying to figure out a way to sneak away.

"Hey, that's my seat. Get lost before I use you like a napkin," the football player told Chase, a smirk on his lips.

"Chase, we should probably go," I informed, trying to save Chase some dignity. "He's not very absorbent," I told the football player. He wasn't done with Chase, though.

Trent took Chase's drink and dumped it all over the table. "Oh! A spill, I think I'm going to wipe it off with your face!"

"Trent, that's enough. You've made your point," one of the football players announced as he placed a hand on Trent's shoulder. He was tall with brown hair and blue eyes. He looked a lot like Calla, especially in the face. I'm guessing he's her brother.

"I decide when it's enough, Jay!" Trent snapped, but it didn't matter. Because something had changed. There was something different in the atmosphere that made me step back. Calla and Jay too. Before we knew it, Chase then grabbed Trent's shoulders and pinned him to the table. I was shocked. Well, actually, everyone in the cafeteria was shocked.

"Think again, bubblemick!" Chase yelled in a scary, deep voice that was not his own. "I'm going to rip out your kneecaps and use them as hockey pucks!"

Adam ran over to us, stumbling over chairs. "Okay, I don't want to alarm anyone, but I think Spike's back," he told us.

We all nodded as Spike let go of Trent and pushed him into his friends.

"You have no idea who you're messing with, okay?" Trent yelled.

Spike glared at him with deadly hatred.

"PUDDING CUPS!" Two nerds ran up and placed some chocolate pudding cups in Trent's hands.

"Oh, I'll take those!" Spike said, taking the pudding. He squeezed them hard, spraying Jaden, Trent, and the rest of the football team in pudding. They all wiped themselves off angrily.

"You're dead!" Trent announced.

Jaden nodded. "So dead."

Great, now the only one of them on our side hated us too. Spike wasn't fazed though, as he roared in their faces. They all ran for the hallway.

Trent tried to cover for their fear. "Okay, you-you're lucky that we have to go to the reading center right now!" he yelled as he retreated.

We all exchanged looks as the entire cafeteria stared at Spike. Then they burst into applause. It pleased Spike apparently; he looked proud. Chase would be horrified.

"Take a seat, compadres; this is our table now." Spike sat down at the cheerleader's table as Calla started to back away slowly.

Adam stopped her. "Where're you going?" he asked curiously.

She jerked her head at the door. "I wanted to make sure Jay was all right," she explained.

Spike glared at her. "Sit!" he ordered.

She gulped fearfully. "Yes sir." She sank into a chair.

"Weren't you the one that passed out in the Miracle of Life video?" another cheerleader asked.

"Unfortunately, yes," Leo responded, taking a seat. "It's… good to see you again."

2 Periods later

Well, that morning didn't go as bad as I thought it would. I was lucky though; I didn't take the cooking class like Chase did. But according to Calla's friend, Jessica; Kaitlin; and two firefighters that had arrived here, Spike didn't use the oven for cooking, unless you count burning footballs as food.

I had math with him during third, however, and that didn't go so well. Our teacher, Mr. Bradley, had to go down to the nurse's office ten minutes in and Spike had terrified the other kids into doing Kaitlin, my, and his homework for us. On the upside, I was totally going to get an A.

After that class, we (Leo, Adam, Calla, and I) were following behind Spike as he patrolled the halls, looking for the football players. According to Calla, she'd caught up with her brother during second and told him to steer clear of Spike for the rest of the day. Apparently, he gave his friends the same advice. In fact, Jaden had given her his lunch as long as she kept 'her psycho maniac of a friend' away from him.

Anyway, all the other kids that Spike hadn't scared basically worshiped us, so it was actually kind of fun.

"All right, make way for the Alpha dogs! Woo, woo, woo!" Leo chanted as he got high fives from random kids.

Calla and I rolled our eyes as Adam tried to stop him.

"Don't do that!" he told Leo.

Leo stopped.

Then I had an idea. "Wait, if we're the Alpha dogs, then…" I smiled and threw my books on the floor.

Kavan and two other boys raced to pick them up for me.

I squealed. "Ooh, I love this!"

I smile at the cute boys as they gave the books back to me. One of them even slid his number on top! Then some kid, he wasn't in any of my classes, walked up and handed Spike a piece of paper.

"What's this?" Spike asked, looking at it.

Calla's eyes widened. "That's an all access hall pass. It lets you go anywhere, even the Teachers' lounge!" she exclaimed.

"Do the football players get that as well?" Leo asked.

"Yup. How do you think I got all my blackmail on the teachers?" she joked.

"Wait, he can go anywhere he wants with that?" Adam asked, an idea forming.

"I can go anywhere I want already." Spike was definitely smug. "These," he showed off his muscles, "are my hall passes." He started flexing creepily.

"Okay, if he starts oiling up, I'm out," Adam muttered to Leo.

I nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, Spike hesitated, staring at two girls. He let his arms drop and then looked at us, confusion in his eyes. "Commando app disengaged? Guys?" he asked timidly. But it wasn't Spike, it was Chase. "Why was I in commando mode? You guys were supposed to watch out for me!" he exclaimed, visibly upset.

"Oh, we watched the whole thing," Leo promised. "You man handled the quarterback and pudding popped the whole offensive line! Definitely worth a second look."

Chase stared at him. "WHAT?!" He was still distressed, so I decided against telling him about the homework part. "Oh, great, this is so going to come back to haunt my Supreme Court nomination!"

"You know what Spike would say to that?" I asked him. "Nothing! He would rip out your ribcage and play it like a xylophone!"

"Yeah! I liked him!" Adam whined. "He's like a big, bad monster inside your little body."

"I'll get Spike back!" Calla offered. She walked up to Chase, then slapped him across his face.

"Ow!" he exclaimed.

Calla sighed, then turned back to us. "Well, that was the best I got. Who wants a try?"

Leo pushed her out of the way. "This is how it's done," he told her, then faced Chase. "You're such a weakling. If muscles were brains, you'd still be stupid. WHAT?"

Chase clenched his fist and grinded his teeth before he let out a sigh. "I'll admit, that was good, but you're going to have to do better than that to intimidate me," Chase said, walking away to his next class.

"Nice try, Leo," I complimented. "You almost had him."

"I've got to remember that insult for next time," Adam commented.

At lunch

We sat down at the popular table, seeing as it was empty. Plus, the three of us (Chase and not Leo included (I can understand Chase, but Leo?)) enjoyed the popularity. As for the football players, they were sitting at a table close to the garbage, one of the worst spots in the cafeteria. They were all glaring at us.

"Hey, baby, want a nibble?" one of the cheerleaders offered Leo.

Leo looked around before he agreed.

Chase's head shot up. "Hey, there's Trent. Maybe I should go apologize," he said.

I looked behind me to see Trent and Jaden enter the cafeteria. "Whoa! Slow it up, buttercup!" I grabbed his arm and forced him to sit down again.

"Mail him a greeting card," Leo suggested. "It's so much more personal."

"Hey, guys, look!" Adam held out his plate. "The cheerleaders cut up my food into tiny pieces. I'm eating a turkey burger through a straw! Mmm, giblety."

"Congratulations," Calla said, saying what we were too embarrassed to say. She patted his arm.

"Hey! New kid! Get over here!" the school principal barked, walking over to us, looking at Chase. He looked at us worriedly, then stood up and faced her.

"Yes?"

I didn't blame him for being scared; that woman was terrifying.

"Do you know what happens when my football players get humiliated?" she demanded.

He shook his head quickly, glancing at the football players who were now coming towards him.

"No, you don't! You know why? Because my football players DON'T get humiliated."

"They look pretty humiliated to me." Adam pointed to the table. The janitor was squeezing through the tiny space between them and the wall and was accidentally hitting all of them with the garbage bag. They looked miserable.

"I know what team spirit is about," Principal Perry continued, "because I was the jammer on the north pacific roller derby championship team."

"Quite an accomplishment," Chase said nervously. I didn't blame him; I don't think any of us knew where she was going with that little story.

"Don't mock me, squash face!" Principal Perry snapped at him. "My career ended when a trash talker like you got inside my head and I wiped. One zebra called it the worst single body collision she'd ever seen."

"I'd crash too if I saw a talking zebra," Chase joked.

Principal Perry was not pleased.

"It's a referee, you desk donkey!" she yelled in his face, making him take a step back. "Trent told me what you did this morning at breakfast. You will not undermine the morale of my team!" She turned to all of us. "Evacuate this table. Now!"

We all got up, ready to leave, but Chase had other ideas. And by Chase, I mean Spike. He got in Principal Perry's face, all pissed off.

"Watch who you're talking to, sports bra," he growled.

"Not again," I muttered.

"I bet you panicked, threw yourself off the track, and blamed the other team for your weakness!" he sneered at her.

The entire cafeteria was staring at him, again. It's one thing to challenge the entire football team, but the principal too? That took guts, or craziness. It was the latter in this case.

"I had to quit because of that accident!" Principal Perry tried to defend herself.

"Quit, or move out the city in shame?" Spike asked, glaring at her. A chorus of 'ooh's rang out in the cafeteria.

"He doesn't know." Principal Perry obviously didn't like that he was very likely telling the truth. In fact, I was almost sure of it. "He wasn't there!"

"Why don't you hop in your economy car and drive along home to your six cats and online bingo tournament?" Spike suggested unkindly.

"Jokes on you!" Principal Perry argued. "I have five cats! Hah!"

Principal Perry started to walk away, but Trent and Jaden both stopped her.

"Oh, what is he doing now?" Calla demanded.

Principal Perry walked back over to us, the football team following her with smirks on their faces. "All right kid; I'll make you a deal. Let's be civilized and settle this the old fashioned way; with a bone crushing grudge match on the football field."

The football players started cheering.

"We're in," Spike decided. "Me, him, her, her and…and him." He pointed to Leo last and with much hesitation. Jaden, however, did not look happy.

"You and your band of nobodies versus my fighting dingoes." Principal Perry on the other hand, was pleased.

I looked at Calla. "Who's she calling a nobody? I got half a BFF necklace today!" I said proudly.

"The winner takes the table, and all the glory," Principal Perry decided.

"Oh, ma'am, as much as I would like to fly my football fanciness, girls' soccer has the field tonight," Leo pointed out.

I breathed sigh of relief. I did NOT want to play football.

"Ahh, just as well. I can't condone such a violent game on school grounds." Principal Perry sighed. "SO LET'S TAKE IT TO THE DOG PARK ACROSS THE STREET!"

The football players and Principal Perry cheered and left, all except for Jaden. He had a very serious, very calm look on his face. Spike glared at him.

"What are you still doing here?" Spike demanded.

Jaden ignored him and looked pointedly at Calla.

"You are not playing football tonight," he said calmly.

Calla looked momentarily confused.

"Umm, yes I am. Did you not hear Spi…I mean Chase? He pointed at me and said 'her'. I think that was pretty clear," Calla replied.

"You're not playing."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not."

"Why not?"

Jaden looked at her. "You'll get yourself killed!" he exclaimed.

"I'm playing, Jaden," Calla said defiantly.

Jaden shook his head. "Not if I have anything to do with it!"

Calla sighed, and then looked at Spike. "Spike?" she asked hopefully.

Spike grinned, and then roared at Jaden. Even obviously over protective big brothers are afraid of Spike, it seemed. Jaden ran away with his tail between his legs.

"You want to kick their asses, don't you?" I asked.

"I know I will!" Leo looked at me, then us. "It's time to bring my A-game! And a fresh set of pants," he added.


At the dog park, Leo's POV

I stared at the massive, six feet tall football players with a fearful expression. In reality, I wasn't even worried in the slightest. Of course, I was twenty and used to fear. We were in the dog park, surrounded by people waiting for us to get buried by the football team. Except for a couple of Calla's friends, Jessica and Rebeccka; they were cheering for us. They were the only ones. Even Kaitlin was cheering for the other side.

"Let's get it on, puke buckets!" she replied, and then blew her whistle.

"Okay, let's huddle," Calla instructed.

"Huh?" "Pardon me?" "I huddled before I got here."

"Oh man, you guys haven't played football before!" Calla realized. She turned to me. "Please tell me you have."

"I have," I said.

She sighed loudly. "Thank god!" she said, turning back to Adam, Bree, and Chase.

I saw Trent casually loft the ball to his wide receiver. Without so much of a second thought, I jumped in front of the wide receiver, picking off the ball. From there, the whole field seemed to vanish and instead Victor was trying to attack me. I shook him off me, and ran up field where Marcus tried to grab my legs, but I cut sharply and he grabbed nothing but air. I then turned down field, turning my back to see if anyone was chasing me. Just another Marcus. I saw Adam give a block and continued running. I had the touchdown.

The football players got the ball and scored rather quickly. It was our turn with the ball, so Calla led Adam off in front of us. It would have been me, but I did not want to be the quarterback this play. Leave it to Calla.

"Okay, Adam, you bend down here," she instructed. "And when I say hike, you pass the ball between your legs, which will be down here." She shoved her hand underneath him.

"Hey! It's called football, not hands ball!" Adam clearly did not like where her hand was. He stood up, not wanting to do it.

"Hey, nugget head!" Spike called, moving to where Adam had been previously. "Stop sucking air and hike the ball. Like this."

He grabbed the ball and hiked it to Calla. She caught it with ease, but two of the players rushed at her, picked her up, and carried her into the end zone before she knew what was happening.

"UGHH!" Spike complained loudly as she walked back over to us. "Losing makes me want to rip out my own intestines and wear them like a sweatband."

"The only way we're going to win is if we use your…super nutty spilt personality," Calla suggested.

"You could just use me," I stated. "After all, did you see those moves?"

"You were great, but I still think we need to use Spike."

"I'll do whatever it takes," Bree said. "I already smell like a sweaty ape and I don't want this to be for nothing."

"Plus, I want to see Jay's face when we crush him."

We all stared at Calla.

"Okay, Spike's not the only nutty one here," I commented. "Anyway, here's what we're going to do."

With my help, we came up with a plan. We then got in position.

"Whoo! Yeah! Go team!" Bree did a sweeping high kick into the air, which caused Adam to look at her. "I'm a football player and a cheerleader! I'm that good!"

He smirked, and then reached down for the ball.

I gasped loudly. "Hey! Is that a Biggy Burger truck pulling up?"

Everyone looked where I was pointing while Bree super speeded around, tying up his or her shoelaces. They didn't even notice.

"Guess not. Hike!"

Adam tossed me the ball as the other team realized what Bree had done. I passed the ball to Spike, who a point of hitting several of them to the ground before scoring our second touchdown. He let out a roar of victory as everyone cheered. Calla and Bree started doing a cheerleading routine, and even Adam jumped in. I started dancing.

We played like that for the rest of the game. We actually had fun too. Spike clobbered Jaden, Adam and Bree got to cheer, and I got to show them my athleticism. Although, everyone probably thought it was a one-time thing.

"Seven seconds left; the score's twenty-six to twenty-four. Now remember kids, there's no shame in losing. Oh, wait, there is!" Principal Perry laughed, walking away from us.

Calla took a deep breath. "All right, you guys know what to do. Spike, it's up to you," she said calmly, but I could see she was on the verge of panicking. She wanted to win this game.

"Give me the ball. If I don't come back with their spleens, you'll know I've failed!" Spike said confidently. He walked over to the other team, probably to taunt them, but stopped suddenly. He turned back to us, confusion in his eyes.

"Wait, where am I?" Chase, not Spike, demanded. "And…am I wearing a jockstrap?"

"Oh no. It's Chase!"

Calla was no longer on the verge of panicking. She WAS panicking.

She reached at Chase, smacking him all over. "We need Spike back. Where is here? Where is Spike?"

Adam had to pull her away as she begged for Spike.

"Hey, is there a problem over there?" Jaden called, having seen his sister attack Chase like that.

Knowing we needed more time, I called a timeout. Calla took a deep breath, glaring at Chase. She really wanted Spike back.

"I told you, I don't want to be Spike!" Chase said. "Look, I've been waiting for my first day of school for fifteen years and now I can't remember any of it."

Adam put a hand on Chase's shoulder and looked like he was going to say something meaningful and deep, but instead hit Chase's helmet. "Oh, come on. Snap out of it. I want to win!" he yelled.

"We can still win this thing!" Chase argued. "And even if we don't, what do we have to lose?"

"Our table." "Popularity." "Dignity." "Nothing," we answered. Everyone but Chase glared at me on that last one.

"Come on!" Trent rushed us. "Are we playing football, or are we playing putt-putt?"

"Okay, here's the plan," Calla said, pulling us together. "I'll do a flea flicker toss to you…" She looked at Chase, who finished the sentence for her.

"And I'll use my mathematical analysis to throw the perfect pass," he finished.

"I got a better idea. Let's fool them with the hook and ladder. Calla, can you throw?" I asked.

Calla nodded.

"Okay, you throw to Bree who—"

"Are you ready yet?" Trent yelled, getting impatient.

"Will lateral it to me who will take it to the outside," I finished. "Chase, you block for us since they seem to be scared of you. Adam, assume the position."

Adam sighed. "Fine! But this is the last time," he replied, getting ready. We all got into position, Bree, Chase and I on the outside.

"Timeout!" Jaden called.

"Why are they calling a timeout?" Calla asked as she watched Jaden gesturing to his teammates.

"Probably to stall or something."

A mere minute later, we were all in position again. "Ready, hike!" Calla called. Adam passed her the ball. A few short seconds later, Calla threw the ball to Bree who was in the middle of the field. Bree ran sideways while I cut across. I got the ball, noticing that all the players were watching Bree instead. Chase threw a monster block at the defender in front of me and I headed for the end zone. On my way there, however, I realized that even if we won, Trent and I wouldn't end up becoming friends. So, I did the thing that I knew would be right. Five feet from the end zone, I poked the ball free from myself. Kyle picked it up and Principal Perry blew her whistle.

"Game over!" Principal Perry called. "The Dingoes win thanks to Dooley's turnover!"

The now disappointed crowd started to disperse as the football players' chest bumped each other.

"See you in the cafeteria, Alpha Duds! Oh, and the pudding's on you!" Trent yelled. He looked at Jaden. "You coming to celebrate?"

Jaden shook his head, and then walked over to me. He smiled. "I saw what you did back there, and I think that was a great thing to do, but why did you do it and not score the winning touchdown?"

"I realized that friends are more important than a table. Plus, as mean as Trent is, he deserves to be happy, so I let him be," I replied truthfully. There was another reason why too, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

"Well, that was great sportsmanship. Good game. You scored a couple of nice touchdowns," Jaden congratulated.

I grinned through my helmet. "Thanks."

"You weren't half as bad as I thought. You're a cool kid. Listen, we need an extra guy for football since our running back injured himself. Do you want in? You can sit at the popular table with me as well."

I shook my head. "I'd rather try track than football," I admitted. "But I'll take the popular table later if it's still open."

"Well, you do have speed. I'll see if I can get the track coach to meet you."

"Hey, you're still giving me a ride, right?" Calla asked, walking over to Jaden.

He nodded. "Yeah, you guys need one too? I can drop you at your place," he suggested.

Bree smiled. "That'd be great!" she replied.

Together, the six of us loaded into Jaden's car.


A/N: Okay guys, that's all for this chapter. I'm going to try and get the next one up in about a week, but I still have school. Less than one more month. There will be several addition's to Leo's Jam, so don't be surprised if it's about 7000 words long. Spoiler for next chapter (I don't know if you are okay with that or not): Calla and Leo get into an argument that leads to Calla blackmailing Leo! See ya!