At the end of the day on Wednesday, Megan catches Bree right when she gets out of eighth period study hall with Sloane.

"B," she grabs her arm.

Bree turns to Sloane, "Go ahead, I'll find you guys in a minute."

Sloane nods and heads outside to find Adam, Chase and/or Leo.

"What happened with you earlier?" Megan asks quickly.

Bree takes a deep breath, "I have no idea. Something just came over me and I felt like I was going to be sick or something."

"Okay . . ."

"What happened with you earlier?" Bree retaliates.

"What are you talking about?" Megan tilts her head.

"Just what I asked you earlier . . . you were being really rude to everyone at lunch."

Megan shrugs, "Get used to it. I can act however I want to." Megan crosses her arms over her chest, and looks Bree over. "See you tomorrow," she walks around her and meets up with Rodrick who was making his way over to them. Rodrick puts his arm over her shoulders.

Bree shakes her head and waits until they disappear out the exit before leaving herself. She finds her brothers and Sloane as soon as she leaves the school and walks over to them.

"You okay?" Sloane asks.

Bree gives her weird look, "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

Sloane shrugs, "Let's go home."

Once they get home, Leo gets a text.

"Big D just texted me," he says. "He wants us to go down to the lab."

Bree sighs, "I wonder what defective invention he's made now." She tosses her backpack on the couch.

"Hey, guys!" Mr. Davenport says as soon as they walk over to him. There's some round metal looking thing on the top of the counter. "You have to check out my new invention. I call it the on-the-spot. You type in any two items, and they switch places."

"And the point of that is?" Bree questions as she sits down.

"Let's say you need something on the other side of the room—you can just switch its place with something close to you, and then you don't need to get up."

"Yeah, not unless I don't have this dinosaur sitting next to me," Bree rolls her eyes.

"I'll show you," Davenport continues, ignoring Bree's lack of enthusiasm. "I left my drink over there at Leo's desk, so I'll just switch its place with this," he picks up screwdriver sitting on the counter next to a bunch of other tools he probably used to finish his invention. Mr. Davenport types in the two items, and sure enough, his drink and the screwdriver switched places. "See? Isn't that cool?"

"Mm, not really," Leo states.

"Let me try it," Sloane says, taking a seat next to Bree and Chase who is sitting on the top of the counter. She turns the on-the-spot so the front of it is facing her. On the front, she now sees it has a small screen on it. Sloane quickly types in two things. Item 1: Chase Item 2: Adam. Sloane giggles before pressing the switch button, and almost instantly, Adam is sitting on the counter next to her, and Chase is standing by the end of the counter, both of them letting out a scream.

Sloane and Bree both laugh.

"Good one," Leo claps.

"This isn't for fun and games, Sloane," Mr. Davenport takes the invention back. "This is million dollar technology."

Sloane exhales and shares a look with Bree.

"That was so—"Chase starts.

"Cool!" Adam interrupts, "Let's do it again!"

"I was going to say weird, Adam. And I can't believe you just did that, Sloane."

Sloane chuckles, "It was just a joke, Chase."

Chase just crosses his arms over his chest, but doesn't look particularly mad.

"Alright," Mr. Davenport says as he picks up the on-the-spot. "I'm going to put this over here," he walks over to his work desk closer to where the elevator is. "I don't want any of you messing around with it."

"Yeah, yeah," says Leo.

"I'm going upstairs, I've got homework to do," Chase says.

"Oh," Sloane says, hopping out of her chair, "Can you help me with the Geometry homework?"

"Yeah, we can do it together," Chase leads the way as they leave the room and head to the elevator.

Hearing those two talk about homework, made Bree remember how all week the teachers have been harping on her about missing homework assignments. Yeah, she hadn't really been doing it. It's only a matter of time before Davenport finds out.

"Wait up guys," Bree calls after them reluctantly, standing up, "I've got homework to do too," she groans.

On Friday night around seven, Bree gets a text from Justin simply saying he's there.

Bree: Ok give me a minute

"Alright," she stands up. She was hanging out with the boys in the game room upstairs. "I'm out."

Adam, who currently wasn't playing, looks up at her from his bean bag chair. "Where are you going?"

"It's a Friday night, Adam. I'm going out." And with that, Bree leaves the room.

Not so conveniently, Tasha and Mr. Davenport are in the living room with a movie on. Sloane is at the table drawing in her sketchpad with both of her headphones in.

Tasha notices her right away. "Bree, are you going out?"

"Yeah," Bree tries to smile innocently. So far, she's gotten away with going out without them knowing who exactly with.

Mr. Davenport pauses the movie. "Who are you going out with? Something's telling me it hasn't been Caitlin lately."

Bree sighs, "You're right. I've been hanging out with some new people to tell you the truth."

Although Bree isn't even paying any attention to Sloane, Sloane heard Bree's last sentence and looks up, taking out one of her headphones.

"Well it's been a couple weeks, Bree. Why haven't you had anyone over here?"

"I don't know," Bree mumbles. "I have to go," she turns to the door.

"Not so fast," Mr. Davenport stands. "I'm not so sure I want you going out with these people if we haven't even met any of them."

"Mr. Davenport," Bree turns back to him. "I'm sixteen—almost seventeen. I can take care of myself."

He turns and looks over at Sloane sitting at the table. She's already watching what's going on, so he makes eye contact with her. "Sloane, get over here. You're going with Bree."

"What?" she says annoyed. "I'm not even dressed."

"So go get dressed."

"Seriously?" Sloane says with a bit of sass. "You're going to send me to watch Bree. Me, of all the people that live in this house—the reason Bree's even dressed like that."

"Just go get dressed, Sloane. You're going with her."

"No, I'm in the middle of this drawing. And frankly, I don't want to see, hear, or talk to Megan."

"Who's Megan?"

"Sloane," Bree groans. "Go get dressed because you're coming if that's the only way I can go."

"No, I'm not." She looks at Mr. Davenport, "Make Chase go. He's the one you want watching your other kid."

"Sloane!" Bree says before super speeding over to her. She grabs Sloane's arm and uses a deep, intimidating voice, "You're coming," she growls.

Sloane pulls out of Bree's grip, "I don't want to."

"Too bad!" she's using her regular voice now.

"Why can't Chase go with you?!"

"Because he would never fit in with them," Bree feels her phone vibrate in her back pocket. It's probably Justin.

Sloane pulls a smirk, "Fine," she stands, "I'll go with you." Right before Bree's eyes, she shape shifts into Chase and crosses her arms over her chest. "I'm ready."

"Mr. Davenport," Bree whines. "Make her change back. She can't go as Chase. And we have to hurry up."

Davenport, who sat back down on the couch, turns to look at them. She gives Sloane as Chase a once-over. "Sloane, you have to change back." He faces the TV again/

"Why?" Mr. Davenport hears Chase's voice behind him.

He turns back around, "Because you can't just go around impersonating people."

Sloane shifts back to herself, her arms still over her chest. Bree grabs her arm, "Let's go." Bree drags her outside, Sloane more annoyed than anything else. She's just in Chase's sweatshirt, red tank top underneath, black leggings, and her red chucks. She wouldn't normally leave the house like that—they're just her comfy clothes. Sloane spots Justin's car, not knowing who it even belongs to.

"Who's that?" Sloane asks and stops on the steps, no longer letting Bree pull her along.

"It's Justin, he's taking us to his house."

"Why couldn't he just meet Mr. Davenport? Then I wouldn't have to come."

"Because he's a boy, and I don't know if he'd check out with Mr. Davenport. Plus, I'm not going to torture him."

Sloane sighs and follows Bree down the rest of the steps to the car, getting in the back seat.

"Sorry, Justin," Bree says as she slides in the front and closes the door. "My dad threw a fit about me going out. So, this is Sloane; my chaperone for the night, apparently."

Sloane rolls her eyes as she looks out the window at the house, the house she wishes she was still in.

"Hi, Sloane," Justin says as he pulls away from the house.

"Hi," Sloane says in stubborn tone without looking at him. Her arms are again crossed over her chest.

"What grade are you in?" Justin asks Sloane, for a reason Sloane has no idea of.

"Tenth," Sloane answers like it was a stupid question.

"Nice, I'm a senior."

Sloane doesn't say anything and waits a few seconds before looking at the side of his face from behind Bree's seat. He's actually not so mean, Sloane thinks to herself. And kind of cute—not that I care.

Justin turns the music up a little, and now Sloane can make it out. It's Linkin Park, but Sloane doesn't recognize it. The rest of the way to wherever they were going, Sloane just wanted to open the door in the middle of the street and walk home. Justin and Bree just kept flirting with each other. She almost wanted to laugh at them.

Once they finally arrive at Justin's house, Sloane is the first one out.

"Welcome to my house," he walks backwards then turns around after locking the car with his keys. Sloane feels embarrassed in her outfit. Bree is all dressed bad girl cute with her shiny black doc martens and skater skirt. Justin's even got on nice black jeans and a blue jacket—which matches his blue high tops.

"When is everyone else coming?" Bree asks as she follows him inside.

"Any minute, I guess," he slides his keys into his jeans pocket. He awkwardly moves around Sloane to close the door behind her.

Bree casually sits down on a chair in Justin's living room. Sloane follows suit, sitting down on the edge of his couch.

"You don't live here alone, do you?" Sloane asks.

"Nah," Justin answers, sitting down on the other edge of the couch, "My mom and siblings are out for the night." He spreads his arms out over the arm and back of the couch.

Megan, Rodrick and Kendra come bursting through the door with a six pack in one of Megan's hands. "We're here!" She says, swinging her arms. Rodrick hands her the second six pack. She heads past everyone into Justin's dining room and sets the beer on the table. Kendra sits down in the last chair and Rodrick sits down in between Sloane and Justin.

"Hello, Sloane Mccarty. I've heard a lot about you," he says nonchalantly. Sloane looks from him to Bree, thinking that's where he's heard about her. "Oh, not from Bree." Now he looks away from Sloane and to Bree. "Why's she here, B?"

Sloane looks down at her lap, expecting to be called her 'chaperone' again. Bree hasn't even replied yet and Sloane's already annoyed at what she's going to say. "Because I brought her," Bree says with an attitude, surprising Sloane completely.

Rodrick nods, "I couldn't have guessed. I'm Rodrick, by the way," he looks at Sloane.

Dean walks in through the screen door now. The first thing he notices is Sloane sitting at the end of the couch. He looks kind of surprised. "Hi."

Sloane cracks a little smile, "Hi."

Megan's leaning on the archway separating the living room and the dining room, staring at Sloane. Sloane notices it, and stares back at her, ". . . Can I help you?"

Megan smiles, "Yeah," she flips her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder. "Come here."

Sloane stands and follows her back out into the dining room. Megan starts taking cans of beer out of the six pack. "I didn't know you were going to be here," she says quiet enough so that everyone else wouldn't be able to hear. Sloane can already hear them talking out there anyway.

"Neither did I," Sloane replies.

"I know you don't like me, Sloane."

"Yeah?"

Megan finally looks at her. They're about the same height, and Megan isn't wearing heals. "Yeah, and don't worry. I don't like you either."

As usual, Sloane has her confident, bitchy face on in a situation like this. "What? Jealous I get to live with Bree?"

Megan arches her eyebrows, trying to figure out what exactly Sloane's suggesting.

Sloane grabs a few loose beers off of the table, and goes back to the living room. She hands one to Dean first, who was standing in the archway. He smiles at her afterwards, then she hands one to Kendra. Megan walks through, handing a beer to Bree, then the rest of them. She settles down in the seat Sloane was sitting in before.

Bree drinks her beer awfully quick; in less than five minutes. Well, at least as quick as Megan and to be the first two to finish.

"Let's go get another, B," Sloane hops up. Bree follows her into the dining room past Sloane and Dean.

"I have to tell you something," Megan whispers to her.

Bree looks at Megan as she opens a second can.

"The reason I was being rude . . . well more rude than often," she chuckles, "Was because I was mad."

"About what?" Bree takes a sip of beer.

Megan looks down at her can of beer and taps the side with her nails. "Because I lied before. I . . . kind of like you, B." she looks at her.

Ugh, Bree thinks immediately. She was kind of getting interested in Justin. What kind of friend would she be to get involved when Megan liked her?

"I didn't want to date or anything," Megan laughs a little. "I don't do that."

Bree takes another sip, trying to stall. What are you supposed to say at a time like this? "I don't really know what to say, Megan. I'm entirely straight. I can't help it."

Megan shakes her head, "I just wanted to tell you the truth. It's no big deal though. I can tell you like Justin . . . so whatever if you want to be with him. He's probably the nicest person in this group aside from you."

"Well I don't really like him," Bree can't help but smile.

"You think he's cute or whatever," Megan smiles but rolls her eyes.

"Yeah," Bree takes another sip. She changes the subject, "How did you even get this beer?"

Megan shrugs, "Rodrick's brother works at the convenient store."

"Oh, that's cool."

"How come you brought her?" Megan asks, glancing over at the back of Sloane's head.

"My dad made me bring her since he hasn't met any of you. He's ridiculous."

Megan laughs. "If I were him, I'd make that nerdy one come with you. Sloane's more likely to join in the fun than stop it."

Bree laughs, "Hey, watch what you say about my brother, but yeah. I know."

"My bad," Megan says about the nerdy thing.

"Are you sure about the Justin thing, Megan?"

"Yes," she scoffs. "I'm already over it."

Bree smiles, "Okay. You think he likes me, though?"

Megan raises an eyebrow, but still has a smile on her face. "It's obvious."

Bree smiles then looks over at Sloane as she drinks her beer. She's actually laughing at something someone said.

Bree and Sloane go back into the living room and Bree walks over towards Justin, and sits down carefully on the arm of the couch. Someone put on music while she and Megan were in the dining room.

Justin smirks at her after she sits. "That doesn't look so comfortable, B."

Bree shrugs, "I'm alright. It's not like there's any open spots." Sloane took the spot where she was sitting before, Megan was back in Sloane's old spot, and Dean was on the arm on Kendra's chair, talking to her.

"What are you talking about? There's one more," Justin nods, still smirking.

Bree arches her eyebrows, glancing around the room for this so called open spot.

Justin wraps his right arm around Bree's waist, "Right here, B," he pulls her onto his lap. She almost spills the beer in her hand, giggling. Justin takes a sip of his own and keeps his hand on Bree's hip as they sit together and listen to the music.

Notes: Whoa long chapter...that's a good thing right? :) I hope you liked it! Sorry this chapter took a while, but this weekend was my sister's birthday so we had quite a bit going on. Anyway, what do you guys think about Bree and Justin? Do you hope they get together or no? Let me know what you think.