During the dance, Jaden ran up to Nevaeh, who was adjusting her outfit in the mirror. "Yo! Let's go dance!"
"I can't," She said fixing her hair. "I'm preparing to accept my crown, and tell all my grateful subjects what I know about Albert."
"Albert's cool," Jaden told her. "Why don't you just leave it alone?"
Nevaeh sighed and turned around to face him. "Why don't you stop letting yourself get pushed around?"
"You know what, I will. I hope we can still be friends." Jaden said finally deciding to overcome his fear and standing up for what he actually wants. Then he began walking away.
Nevaeh's smile faded as she realized what he meant. "Did you just break up with me?" she shouted at him over the loud music.
Without turning around, he called over his shoulder "Yeah, I did."
He left her standing in shock and not understanding what just happened.
As he walked away, the principle got up on the stage and said with a French accent, "Hello, hello, bonjour mademoiselle and monsieur, and welcome to Paris! Make sure to stop by the crepe and fromage table for some free ballroom dance lesson from moi!"
He demonstrated a move as the crowd cheered, excited for his next announcement.
"But now, it's time to crown our guest of honor," he said as he took a sealed envelope from a teacher holding a pillow with a crown on it. "Ladies and gentlemen, your homecoming queen is…"
Nevaeh began to walk towards the stage, ready to accept her crown.
"Bree Davenport!"
Bree was in complete shock, but was grinning from ear to ear. She looked up at Albert as everyone applauded. A look of horror, disbelief, and anger crossed Nevaeh's face, while Gabby was just shocked.
Gabby looked at Chase and Adam and laughed a little, now very happy for her best friend. Adam was jumping up and down, hollering and clapping. Chase could barely comprehend what happened.
"Bree won?" He said in disbelief, he was happy, just in shock.
"Bree won homecoming queen," Donald said smiling to himself from outside the dance. He and McFee were watching the surveillance camera footage which was on the screens in the army truck. "My little girl."
"We stuffed the ballot boxes," McFee said, ruining his moment.
Just then a couple walked by the truck and away from the dance.
"Where're you two going?" McFee asked sternly. "Get back in there! Now. Now!" He pointed towards the building and commanded them. If fear, the two rushed back inside.
Inside, Bree began walking towards the stage, with only the feeling of absolute joy within her. She stepped up and was handed a microphone as the crown was placed on her head. "Wow, I-I'm not really sure what to-,"
Nevaeh stormed up on stage and ripped the microphone from her hands. "I don't really know what's going on here. This is not acceptable!"
Just then, Ella spoke up from the crowd. "Yes it is! This is like…" she paused. Everyone was expecting her to make up some weird noise to describe the situation, but she caught everyone off guard by saying, "An unexpected triumph for a genuinely decent person, not some hollow gesture you always took for granted!"
"Well said," Marnie told her, impressed. Many people in the audience cheered.
"No, no, no, no! You guys are all confused!" Nevaeh said to the crowd. "You need to know the truth about Bree's boyfriend, Mr. big man on campus. You see Albert here, is a machine!"
Gabby's eyes widened as Nevaeh said that. No one said anything. Actually, no one really knew what she meant. Gabby's panicked eyes found Chase's and he too didn't know what to do. Just then, Jaden came running through the crowd towards the stage and stopped just in front of Gabby, Chase, Adam and Zoey.
"Yeah, bro! You're a machine!" Jaden called making it sound like it was a compliment. People cheered, everyone loved Albert.
"No! No, no, no, you guys don't understand! Albert is dangerous," Nevaeh said trying to get everyone to turn on Albert.
"Dangerous!" Jaden said once again making it a compliment. More cheering.
"I'm trying to warn you!" Nevaeh shouted desperately. "Albert is a super soldier who can tear this place apart with one move. So if he gets near one of you, every single one of you better get down!"
"Get down!" Jaden said positively, again. The music started again and the principle wrestled the microphone out of Nevaeh's grasp. Everyone continued dancing while Bree remained on stage, not sure what to do.
Gabby smiled; glad Jaden took care of everything. Maybe she judged him to harshly…
"Hey, you wanna go out there and dance or something?" Chase asked from beside Gabby, doing a weird dance move.
"No, I'm okay," Gabby said awkwardly trying not to laugh.
"Yo, J-bones! What's up?" Chase said as Jaden neared them. Chase offered a high-five but Jaden just looked confused. He awkwardly put his hand down. He cleared his throat then said more seriously, "How-How are you holding up? Since you're not gonna be, first boyfriend-,"
"Oh, dude, I'm not worried about any of that," Jaden said finally understanding Chase. "And Nevaeh and I? Done."
Both Gabby and Chase looked surprised.
"Really?" Chase asked.
"Yeah, perfect couple, everyone like, expected us to be together. But, from now on, I'm gonna stop worrying about what other people think," Jaden explained. He then turned toward the stage where Bree still stood.
He sighed, "Albert's got it all figured out. He saw how special Bree was, and he asked her to the dance."
Gabby smiled, Jaden was right. Although Albert may not have been real, he did understand that social statuses didn't matter, he might've been programed to like Bree, but he still liked her even though any other girl would've accepted his invitation the dance.
Jaden turned back to Chase and Gabby. "I wanted to ask her to the dance. I just didn't really have the guts."
Gabby's smiled faded as he said that.
"Anyway, see you around Chuck," Jaden said hitting Chase's shoulder.
"That's... not my name," Chase shook his head as Jaden walked away.
"I don't believe it," Gabby said. "I was, totally wrong. And …Albert was right."
Chase shook his head, "I'm sorry, did your mouth just make the words 'I was wrong'?"
"Jaden… liked Bree," she said smiling. Then she sighed as realization dawned on her, "He liked her the whole time."
From on stage, Bree looked at herself in a mirror to the side. She was homecoming queen; it was what she'd been dreaming of since she discovered what is was. She was in the lab, back before Leo and Tasha moved in, looking things up on the Internet, trying to get a small taste of freedom. She'd come across the term and had dreamed about being at school, having all those friends cheering you on as a crown was carefully placed on your head. For some reason, it wasn't anything like Bree imagined it.
She looked around at the crowd. Specifically, she looked at Albert. He was dancing and seemed to be having a good time. Something in Bree's mind told her this wasn't right. Maybe it was the fact she knew Albert was a robot, not a real boy. He waved to her when he saw her staring at him. She smiled, but she still felt something was wrong.
It could've been the fact she was in immense pain, because of her leg. Bree knew she should've confronted Mr. Davenport about it, but she was too upset last night to talk to him. Now, she really regretted her decision. So far, she'd tried to ignore the fact her leg went from numb, to excruciating pain, to tingly, then back to numb every ten minutes. If she could survive the night, everything would be fine. Besides, Chase did say it could be a week before anything happens to her. Bree still wasn't completely sure what exactly would happen to her, when the time comes. Chase said her leg might explode, but Bree figured it was something more descriptive than that.
Bree shook her head and began walking off stage. She found herself walking straight towards Gabby. She looked at her briefly before Gabby stepped aside and let her walk by. Bree figured she just needed glass of water or something to help get her mind off of everything. She was unaware of Gabby who had followed her out of the room. Bree put a hand to her head; she had a huge headache from all of her confusion… and her leg of course. She only noticed Gabby when she heard footsteps stop behind her. Bree turned around to find her best friend looking sadly at her.
"Hey," Gabby said, putting on a genuine smile. "Congratulations."
Bree sighed, almost laughing. It was ridiculous that Gabby was telling her congratulations on becoming homecoming queen. She simply said, "Thanks… I guess."
Both girls weren't quite sure what to do. This was the first time they'd ever gone through something like this; fighting, not the fact they accidently stole a weapon from the U.S. government and then made it Bree's boyfriend.
"I have to tell you something," Gabby said. Bree stepped closer, wanting to hear what she had to say. "I just wanna to apologize."
Bree smiled a little.
"We've been friends since… forever," Gabby began. "And it's always just been the two of us. And that was enough for me, but it wasn't fair to you. I was holding you back. And I never should've said Jaden was out of your league."
"You were just worried I would get hurt-" Bree started.
"No," Gabby shook her head and smiled sadly at her. "I was worried about losing my best friend…maybe, my only friend."
"We were a good team," Bree said grinning.
"Unstoppable," Gabby agreed. "But… you're great on your own."
"Gabby-"
"No, Bree, it's okay," Gabby glanced up at the crown on Bree's head. "You know all this, isn't really my thing."
She paused.
"But, if it makes you happy, then that's what I want for you," Gabby was glad she was doing this, but it also really killed her inside. She knew it was the right thing, though. "If I'm a part of it or not."
Bree smiled and embraced Gabby with a hug. Gabby squeezed her a little, knowing it could possibly be the last time they hugged. They pulled apart when they heard the principle using the microphone from the other room.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "It's time for the moonlight dance."
"Let's go," Gabby said pulling Bree back into the dance.
Cliffhanger! Sort of... Anyway, the next few chapters shall have a little more action. And, will Gabby discover the Davenports' secret? Please remember to review, follow and favorite.
-Peyton
