After dinner with Grandma Rose, Chase and Sloane sneak off to a different part of the house. For the record, Rose has been against their relationship since she found out. They go upstairs into the video game room and play a few rounds of Mortal Kombat, the game Sloane always insists on playing. Chase pauses it before they start a new fight—Sloane as Mileena and Chase as Sub-Zero.

"What?" Sloane says, looking at Chase.

"It's time for you to tell me exactly what happened at this fight."

"Why?"

"Because I want to know. . ."

Sloane moves in her bean bag chair so that she's facing him. "Basically, there's these girls that used to befriend Kitana but now they're giving her trouble," she speaks fast. "We ran into them at the fair out of nowhere and they picked a fight with us. I had to stand up for Kitana, you know? And I wasn't just going to let them beat Cherry ICEE out of me . . . so I fought back, obviously, even though it was two against four."

"Two against four? There were four girls?"

"Yes, that's what I said and I'm bionic Chase, hello. Anyway, we were going at it—I was totally dominating of course—until I saw the security people coming and that's when I got Kitana's attention and bolted."

"Those girls just let you run away?"

"They probably figured it out and left too. No one wants to end up in a holding cell. Can we go back to the game now?" Sloane starts pushing her pause button repeatedly, even though Chase is the only when who can unpause it.

"That's it?" Chase says doubtfully.

"Yeah . . . why would I lie to you? I'll tell you one thing though. This fight was weird—unrestrained. Those girls were total savages, trying to roll around on the muddy ground instead handling things while standing up. It wasn't like the fighting we do when we train for missions."

Chase laughs, "Because they're rowdy kids. Remember when I fought Trent?"

"Yeah, I remember when Spike fought Trent" Sloane shrugs. "Remember when Spike fought Trent and you actually remembered it?"

"How could I forget?"

"Shut up. How did that even happen, anyway? Did you ever ask Mr. Davenport?"

"No," Chase snorts. "What am I going to say? 'We threw a surprise party for Sloane behind your back while she and Bree where grounded and a fight went down. I turned into Spike then remembered the entire thing. Any idea why?'" Chase gives her a look like it was a stupid question.

"Right," Sloane looks away from him.

"I think it was . . . because of the certain situation we were in."

Sloane looks back at him now, but he's not looking at her. He's looking down at his remote controller.

"I care about you so much, so I think my subconscious mind was just able to stay aware."

Sloane's lips curve into a smile. "Chase."

Chase looks at her, smiling as well. "What?"

Sloane leans closer and kisses him on the lips. When it's over, she stays close to his face. "I love you."

Chase smiles and kisses her again, just a peck this time. "Love you too."

It's Monday, and Bree is on her way to the cafeteria for lunch when she bumps into Justin.

"B? I was looking for you. What happened to your hair?" Justin blurts out, raising an eyebrow.

Bree can't help but get a huge smile across her face. "Do you like it?"

"Stop standing in the middle of the hallway," some guy says and bumps into Justin intentionally.

Justin turns and shouts, "Make me!" after the guy as he walks away.

"Um, Justin?" Bree tries to regain his attention.

"Uh . . . yeah, I guess I like it. I liked your hair before better though."

"Really?" Bree feels like she just got slapped. "Megan said you liked unnatural hair colors on girls . . ."

Justin chuckles, "Why would she say that?" He raises an eyebrow again, now pulling a smirk. "And why would you care?"

She ignores the last part, "You mean you don't like unnatural hair colors?"

Justin looks past Bree, "Not really. I kind of hate that."

Bree's mouth falls open a little.

"But you know what? This dark red isn't crazy," he reaches forward and carefully tucks a strand behind her ear. "You're kind of making me reconsider that opinion."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Justin smiles, a genuine one. "You wanna go grab lunch?"

"You mean like . . . leave the school?"

"Yeah. We're allowed to do that, you know."

Bree shakes her head, "Yeah, I know. Let's go. I'd love to get out of here for a bit."

Justin nods his head to the main entrance/exit. "Cool."

Bree and Justin hop in the car once they find Justin's. "Where do you want to go?"

"To be honest . . . any fast food place," Bree states.

"Seriously?" Justin puts the keys in the ignition.

"Completely," Bree laughs. "My family never gets that stuff."

"Why not?" He starts pulling out.

"Um . . . My dad's all about the healthy stuff."

"Oh. Burger King's the closest to here. Is that okay?"

"Yes, sounds great."

Justin turns on his music now. This one, Bree recognizes. It's Problem by Ariana Grande. Bree immediately looks at Justin.

"Is that the radio?" she asks.

Justin's hand never came off the on button. He laughs in embarrassment. ". . . not technically." He looks away, having to watch where he's driving now.

"You like Ariana Grande?"

Justin smiles again, obviously embarrassed. "Don't tell anyone. The guys, Megan and Kendra would give me hell."

Bree smiles and looks at the side of Justin's face. "Don't sweat it. I like her too." She leans forward and turns it up a few notches.

They reach Burger King before the song is even over, so Justin turns it down to a bare minimum. "What do you want, Babe?" He calls her that nonchalantly, making Bree try not to think much of it. On the inside however, her stomach is doing somersaults.

"A cheeseburger. With fries. And a chocolate milkshake."

"All good choices," Justin says and finally pulls into the drive thru. He orders the same thing for himself as Bree besides the fact that he gets a medium and orders Bree a small. After Justin pays for it and gets the food, he hands the bag to Bree. "Don't start yet."

"Why not?"

"I'm taking you somewhere."

"Where's that?"

"I'm not going to be one of those 'it's a surprise' guys," he laughs. "It's a nice day. Let's just go to the park."

Bree looks down at the bag, smiling stupidly. This guy is so cute, she thinks. Not just about his looks, but his personality and the way he talks and how he acts.

Once they get to the park, they decide not to go sit on the grass, instead just sitting on the hood of Justin's car.

"Watch those boots," Justin says, looking at them as Bree pulls herself up on the hood. "I don't want scruff marks on my car."

Bree rolls her eyes and smiles, "Don't worry.

"Why are you so smiley?" Justin says, smiling too now.

"Because . . . I don't know," Bree can't help but smile wider now. "Answer a question of mine first."

"Why should I?" Justin says, handing her the smaller box of fries. "I asked you first."

"Because . . ."

"Because, because," says Justin, imitating her.

"My question is . . . how are you so cute and nice? Being a part of the 'group' and all . . ." Bree fills her mouth with a couple French fries.

Justin laughs. "Don't you mean—why are you such a bad boy, Justin?"

"Not exactly," Bree looks at him now. "You're too sweet to be in the group, is what I mean. Everyone else is so mean."

Justin swallows a bite of his food. "I could say the same to you, B." He takes a drink of his chocolate milkshake now. "Truth is, I'm nice you. When it comes to business, I act a lot different." He takes a bite of his burger.

"Business?"

"You know . . . bad boy stuff."

Bree chuckles and shakes her head, "Whatever." Her phone chimes in her back pocket so she pulls it out.

Megan: Did u go home early?

Bree: Nope. Im with Justin

"Who's that?"

"Just Megan."

"Gotcha," Justin nods, take another swig of his milkshake.

"Do you mind?"

"Not as long as you make it quick."

"Gotcha," Bree says, looking up from her phone and making eye contact with him as she flashes a flirtatious smile. Justin smiles back before she looks back down at her phone.

Megan: ur skipping without me?!

Bree: were not skipping. And btw he just LOVES my hair

Bree didn't need to tell Megan she had to go, because Megan stopped texting her after that. When Justin and Bree were both done, Justin walked over and threw their trash away. Now, they're both still sitting on the hood of the car, Justin leaning against the windshield.

Bree pulls herself closer and rests back next to Justin as he follows suit and puts his arm around her so she has a place to lean her head.

"Can this be a date?" Bree asks.

Justin chuckles, "Hell yes."

"And then afterwards, he said hell yes when I asked if it could be a date," Bree says, telling Sloane about her lunch with Justin as they walk home. They're walking extra slow so they lag quite far behind the boys.

"Oh my gosh," Sloane squeals, excited for Bree. "But are you sure about this guy? Isn't he like, a bad boy?"

"You're a bad girl, Sloane, and I'm best friends with you."

Sloane rolls her eyes even though Bree can't see. "Ha, ha."

"But he's not even. Not even! He's a total sweetheart cutie."

"Is that so?" Sloane shoves her hands in the tiny front pockets of black skinny jeans.

"Why do you say it like that?"

"I saw you two when I was practically dragged to his house."

Bree exhales in annoyance, "So I sat on his lap. It's not a big deal. You've met him personally so admit it. He's so nice."

"Yes, I admit he seems nice, but there must be a reason as to why he's in that little group of yours."

Sloane's statement about Justin triggers something in Bree, like she might be right. Maybe there is something bad she doesn't know about Justin. Bree pushes it away immediately, "Stop, just be happy for me. I'm finally moving on from Owen."

"I am happy for you, Breebie," Sloane tugs at her arm.

"Good." Bree says, but the thought from before won't go away. She can't help but wonder now, what if Justin's hiding something?

"Bree?"

"Yeah?"

"I know this might be weird, since Chase is your brother and all," Sloane starts.

"Oh gosh—please don't."

"Bree, please. You're my best friend and I need to talk to you about this."

"Fine, what?" Bree gives in, entirely unhappy about it.

"I still love him and all, but I've just been thinking lately . . ."

"Oh, quit beating around the bush. Just say it," Bree says this half being real and half wanting to get the conversation over with.

"Okay. I don't know why we're even together."

"What?!" Bree shouts too-loudly. Sloane sees Leo turn his head to look back at them from ahead for a second.

"Just listen, okay? I don't even know what we have in common . . . I like to draw, he likes to read. He's basically a mathematician, and I can't even do a long division problem to save my life. I like not picking up after myself, and he's a neat freak. I can't even figure out how we've been together for almost five months."

"Sloane, that's why you two are so great together. He can sit there and read about quantum physics while you draw your little artworks. He helps you with school, which keeps his nerd in check. You bring the best out in each other."

"Bree, that is so sweet. You seriously think that? I thought you hated the fact we're dating."

"I don't hate it. And while we're on the topic, you two do have things in common. Video games, scary movies, you both like Spiderman," she laughs.

"I guess," says Sloane, not entirely convinced.

"You know what they say," Bree raises an eyebrow. "Opposites attract."

Notes: Oh my gosh. Are Bree and Justin cute or what?! And do you think he is hiding something? And what about Sloane's doubt about her and Chase's relationship . . . let me know what you guys think :)