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Chase's Pov

Monday came way too soon. I groaned, rolling out of bed (finally, Davenport moved us from those stupid tubes!) and stumbled to the bathroom before Adam and Bree could hog it all; both of them taking half an hour each in the bathroom is just plain ridiculous. I showered, did the usual. The house was quiet- it was too early for anyone (but, of course, me) to be up and around.

When an hour passed, everyone came down to me freshly dressed, full of a quick breakfast, and watching stupid cartoons with nothing else to do. "You're even an overachiever at home," Leo taunted sarcastically. "Do you ever take a break from being a geek?" I rolled my eyes and instead kept focusing on the TV. I preferred nerd; Leo himself was the comic book geek of the family. Soon the cries and hollers of Bree and Adam as they most likely wrestled (literally. Not as funny once you've actually see it happen).

Mr. Davenport never came up in the mornings- never showed himself, remaining locked up in his lab. The only way you even knew he was out of bed was the insanely loud bumps and screeching coming from it.

"I swear that man needs to learn to spend some quality time with his family," Tasha said, her head with a slight scowl. I looked up from the cartoons and gave her a look. "Yeah, that going to happen," I stated sarcastically as she gave me a look before starting to make breakfast. Tasha was a good cook- never burnt anything, but always trying to cook or bake 'different' things with ingredients that never seem to go together.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and an even louder shout (a pretty colorful cuss word, which Tasha apparently didn't approve of).

"Well, doesn't that sound interesting?" Leo said, looking up from his comic book. His tone was dripping with sarcasm. I sighed, shutting off the TV and tossing the remote onto the couch beside me. I slung my bag onto my shoulder. "I'm heading off to school early!" I called over my shoulder. Then I (my super senses, if you want to be technical) caught Leo muttering, "Such a geek." I stopped, turned and shot my best glare before leaving.

Walking to school was always fun; it was even better alone. The sky was a violet color, not yet morning, but not exactly night. It was cooler- a breeze moving through the silent neighborhood.

Well, usually silent, anyway.

"Chase!"

I whipped around at the sound of my name. Christine was trying to catch up to me, her sneakers hitting the sidewalk in a steady pace, slowing as she came to a stop. Even in the dim light, I could tell her face was flushed and glance at me. With her amazing eyes. And just briefly before she turned away, they seemed like a different color.

Almost purple.

But it was impossible-a human couldn't have their eyes change colors. But then again I'm living proof that anyone can seem human when they're not. Like the saying says 'Don't judge a book by its cover' or even more so 'Everything is not what it seems.' And plus the fact that it was still pretty dark out, it was probably a trick of the light or something- nothing to dwell on.

"Did you just run a crack of dawn marathon or something?" I teased as we started walking, Christine's pants dying down. She shook her head, sending her hair flying. "I… live just a few… blocks away. Figured we could walk together if I could catch you," she said. "Where are Bree, Adam, and Leo?"

I jerked my hand in a dismissive motion toward the house. "I was not going to wait forever and a day while they got ready." She threw her head back and let out a laugh- eyes shut loosely, a smile showing off her white teeth, her face displaying happiness.

We lapsed into silence. Our quiet footfalls seemed unnaturally loud- the houses surrounding us were (mostly) dark; the porch lights switched off and the curtains pulled. Most of the families in the neighborhood had little kids- in elementary or middle school. Very few (excluding us and Christine) had high school students.

But the good about living in a rich area was that it was about a quarter mile away from the schools, which were placed together-separated by at least two blocks. So usually I welcomed the quiet scenery on my way to school whenever I was given the chance to- mornings where my patience was wearing thin and Leo, Adam, and Bree were slower than turtles and snails combined.

"I hate Monday mornings," Christine said suddenly. I stopped and shot a glance at her, startled at how she had randomly brought that up. I was about to question it when I noticed the tall brick building known as the high school.

"Why?" I asked as we approached the glass double doors. Have I mentioned how rich our city seemed to be? As we walked to our lockers (I had shown her the shortcuts earlier last week to get to her locker faster), Christine traveled closer to me, her head resting on my shoulder as we navigated through the nearly deserted halls smoothly. "Too many loud noises," she whined childishly. "Too loud. Can't handle it." I felt a wave of remembrance come over me. It reminded me of my first at a real school-my first freak- out with the bell.

I nudged her when she was standing in front of her locker. I pulled away-not that I wanted to- and spun the combination quickly. We had at least another half hour (give or take a few minutes) to do anything necessary before school start and the bell rang for homeroom. We dumped our bags, Christine making sure to grab a book and her glasses case, I securely sticking my iPod into my pocket carefully.

We took another shortcut to a different group of benches outside the library. Christine slipped on her glasses and began reading silently. I was going to start playing some games (the high pitched clicks had been going off for a couple minutes, signaling that I had partners who were finished with their turn) when a thought occurred to me. So taking this opportunity, I pressed my forehead against her shoulder; we were about the same height, me just barely dominating in size by a couple inches.

"Christine," I said softly, taking one of her hand in mine. She used her free one to put her bookmark back and place before she leaned her head against mine. Her breathe felt warm on my skin, my super sense picking up the warmth of her skin. "Chase," Christine responded, her voice equal with mine. I let my thumb trace patterns into her hand.

"We're going out right?" I asked, making myself as blunt as possible. I couldn't help it- I wanted her to know that. Her skin grew warmer, implying a flush on her face. "I guess," she said shyly, looking anywhere but me. I smirked; unusual for me, never really even having a reason to do so.

"Then," I said, "I guess that means I can do this." I lifted my head up before kissing her cheek, letting them linger a few seconds longer than intended. I enjoyed the skin on skin contact before pulling away. Christine's eyes glittered, the dim light from the hallway making them dance. She was wearing a smile of her own. "Then I can do this," she stated. Her arms wrapped around my neck, face nuzzling my neck slightly. On instinct, my hand went around her waist, holding her close, hoping I didn't have to let go.

The first part of the day seemed to pass by quickly, lunch ending faster than earlier last week. My brain (never resting, always calculating the possibilities with probabilities. Something I can't help) had a suspicion that Christine's hand holding mine the entire time Bree ranted about how Adam was a bathroom hog.

So that brought us to free period. Our school combined Study Hall with free period so only certain places were limited to those who have it: You can sit in the halls by the lockers-as long as you're reading, working, or writing- or the library and study, check out books even. I was at my locker, not even focusing on the numbers as the dial spun whichever way. Electronics weren't allowed during school hours-before and after school and lunch being the only exceptions-so that ruled out my iPod. I grabbed a random textbook (Physics) and walked over to the benches.

Where Christine was already reading, adorable glasses perched on her nose with her head ducked down. An idea was already forming into my head. I tucked my textbook under my arm and quietly snuck up behind her. I made sure to be quiet with setting my down, not letting her hear it.

Then I wrapped my arms tightly around her, my head next to her ear. "Hey," I whispered. Christine let out a gasp and jumped at least a foot in the air; she would have fallen if not for my arms wrapped around her. Once she figured out it was just me, she relaxed and leaned into my. "Jesus, you scared the crap out of me," she said, sounding breathless. I smirked.

"Well, I thought about something that will make you really scared," I said. It was true- on the way to my locker a sudden thought had popped up into my head. Christine tilted her head to get a better look at me. I let out a breath.

"Meeting my parents."

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