I'm going to try and update this earlier than the last one. This chapter is way out of my comfort zone, so sorry if it sucks.

September 20th 2013

Chase's Pov

Even people engineered to be the smartest people on Earth can get tired of studying. The activity itself is exhausting, and then you have to take notes, highlight, make sure you have all the right pieces—too much work for even the best of the entire human race.

"Christine," I drawled, resting my head on the back of her shoulder. "We need to stop."

"I thought you liked studying?" she asked. Her head tilted to the side, like she was sizing me up in a way.

I groaned, falling back in my chair; Christine had to adjust due to my movements, balancing her notebook in her lap with a highlighter tucked behind her ear. I smiled, reached a hand up to pull the tap from her hand and twist between my fingers.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a slight laugh, reaching up her own hand to hold it against mine. "I was eventually going to use that you know." Christine leaned down; our breaths mingled.

I leaned up, our lips just about to touch. "Well then maybe"—

We were just about to kiss when something let out a bleat. Christine jumped off my lap to dig into her back pocket and pull out her phone, answering with a simple, cheery, "Hello?" to whoever was on the other end.

I growled, sinking into my seat. Christine either didn't notice or was ignoring me as hopped onto the desk, crossing her legs and swinging her boots. "So what he'd do?" she asked causally, giving a surprised "oh, really" to whoever it was. "And why in the middle of the night? With…with a raccoon?"

"Oh my God, just hang up the phone?" I cried, pushing up from my chair and stalking and stalking over to her, annoyed.

Christine turned, waving her hand back at my dismissively.

Waving me away.

Oh no.

I narrowed my eyes, hopping onto the desk behind her and pressing my lips to her shoulder before moving up to her neck. It felt good to do this, but unlike myself. It wasn't like any of the times when Spike took over, but it was something—something…good, I guess.

She was sitting in my lap, laughing into her phone. "Chase-ee…stop that…" Christine waved her hands behind her, trying to get me to stop. My lips were crawling up her next to rest on her jaw—but only for a second.

"Put down the phone," I whispered, smirking. I was close enough to hear Ashley talking rapidly. For a quick, concerned moment, I began to worry that she could hear. The minute, I realized I don't care.

"Ash…ley," Christine tried to manage out. Her hand wound to the front of her stomach to be placed on top of mine on her waist. "I'll call you back."

Her phone was tossed somewhere off the table. Without even knowing her reaction, I know Christine is worried about how bad the damage was, but I could tell it was minor.

We were lying side by side on the desk, kissing completely. I was just barely on, my legs stretching and going over the edge. Christine fisted my shirt and pulled me closer. I could practically feel my lips bruising. She grinned against my lips, straddling me as I ran a hand along the small of her back and fingering the hem of her band tee.

"You know we'll have to…have to stop eventually, right?" Christine muttered against my lips, her nose nuzzling against mine. She didn't want to go too far. And I, despite the total bliss spilling into every corner of my being, had to respect that. And I would.

"Yeah." I kissed up her jaw to stop at her ear. "I know." That didn't mean I liked it, but I didn't tell her that.

"What did you do?"

The worst way to go up for breakfast after having the best make-out session with your girlfriend was to face you sister, no doubt ready to quiz you. And you don't know why.

"What do you want now?" I asked, focusing on organizing my backpack. It was already organized: two binders, three notebooks, and an extra stack of paper tucked between my textbooks all done by size and length. My pencils, along with highlighters and several backup pens, were lined neatly in the front zipper, ready for use. But I organized them again—lining the pencils by shortest and sharpest to tallest and dullest. "I'm kind of busy." I really wasn't, but she didn't need to know that.

Bree crossed her arms, looking Christine over before moving to me, lips in a straight line. "Okay, so being in the school play I can believe," she decided curtly before switching to me curiously. "But, seriously, Chase? Aren't you always rattling off about drama students just stuck-up brats never focused on education? Why would you, of all people, sign up to play Romeo?"

"You auditioned?" Christine asked surprised. I nearly forgot that I kept it a secret from her; too late to remind myself now. "I didn't think you were into that kind of stuff; I was only doing it because I had to."

I wasn't. I still thought that drama students with their overdramatic ways and obsessive paranoia over a part was completely ridiculous and unnecessary compared to studying for things that actually matter—like tests and project that are for than half your grade. The only reason I went after that under dramatized part was because Callan was going after it as well. Maybe I wouldn't have been so irritated by it if he hadn't been signing up just to get a chance with Christine—my girlfriend, of all the girls he could have. Everyone knew he'd like her since he came back from his summer vacation; he wasn't exactly hiding it.

A part of me was convinced Christine didn't know this as well as others did. But all of me couldn't be sure.

"Jesus, what is this? Twenty questions or something?" I asked staring into my bag. I hated whenever Bree snooped in my business. (This unfortunately was every day, all day.) "I tried out for the play—no big deal."

Christine shrugged, giving me a cautious look. "Okay, whatever." She shrugged it off for now, but I knew she wouldn't drop it until she got answers. Just my luck.

But Bree was persistent, like always. "My gut tells me you're lying." She crossed her arms, shifting her weight. "And girlfriends don't like liars," she sang to spite me.

"And boyfriends don't like priers," I retorted with an eye roll. Christine laughed, letting out a cute snort.

"Admit it, dude," she said with comforting hand on Bree's shoulder. "He just told you."

One of the perks of being engineered to be the smartest person alive.

The drama hall is a madhouse. People shoved and pushed and yanked other students out of the way. I stood a few feet away from the crowd, not wanting to be run over like all the other poor people. It would seem like teachers would try and stop the madness—if they cared.

"They act like it's an 80% off shoe sale," Ashley said in dismay. We all turned to stare at her, curious on how she really thought this was what people acted like at a sale of all things.

"What?" she cried in defense when noticing our looks. "People tend to get crazy when seeing something so cute be so cheap; it's a womanly science."

"Yeah, okay," Christine agreed sarcastically. She began to roll up her sleeves and took of her bag, handing it to me. "If I don't make it back alive, sorry for missing our date this Saturday."

With a yell, she lunged into the crowd, knocking down three pink and matching girls down in process. After a couple minutes, I started to worry that the crowd had somehow swallowed her alive. Then suddenly, her head—hair a little bit of everywhere—popped up above the crowd.

"I got a copy!" my girlfriend cried in victory, waving a crisp, white paper in the air high above her head with a triumphant smile.

"So did you get the part?" the girls asked excitedly.

Christine adjusted her shirt and looked down at the paper. At first she smiled, but then as she kept reading, she slipped out a prompt, "Oh shit."

"What is it?" I asked, dreading the worst.

My girlfriend looked up at me like a deer caught in headlights, clearing her throat awkwardly. "Please don't freak out…" she began while looking down at the paper again. I was just about to ask what she thought I would blow up about when a sudden, loud and enraged commotion fired up from a corner of the crowd.

"I can't believe this!" Tina screamed, shoving her way between two lanky boys. "Who the hell wrote this shitty thing of a list? This can't be right!" With a dramatic flail of her arms, she stormed down the hall with a pissed off look on her face.

I felt really bad for whoever the drama teacher step-in was this year.

With Christine distracted—like everyone else, watching the diva storm away in a screaming fit—I grabbed the list from her hand, reading the parts and players carefully.

ROMEO….CALLAN DAVIS

(Understudy: Chase Davenport)

JULIET…CHRISTINE GRANT

(Understudy: Tina Walters)

I didn't get much farther than that before my hands went slack. I watched as the paper fluttered and failed to stay in the slight breeze, falling to a rest on the ground.

Callan would be playing Christine's love interest. Her freaking love interest.

Was there such a thing as re-auditions? There had to be—there just had to be.

"Remember when I said don't freak out?" Christine reminded in a soft, small voice. "Now would be a great time to take that into consideration."

"I guess I'm just shocked," I managed to get through my grinding teeth. My fists clenched tightly at my sides, my body overcome with the overwhelming urge to hit something over and over again. Like pretty boy's face.

But my being shocked was the understatement of the year. I was more than shocked; I was infuriated. Callan always had to have everything, especially Christine. And he knew that this stupid play would be the perfect way to do it. It was just a bonus he'd get to spite me along the way.

Bree furrowed her eyebrows, looking down at my hands. "Sibling conference," she cried suddenly, putting a hand on my chest and pushing me backward until we were out of earshot. "Dude, you're eyes are turning gray, and you look like the hulk after having three coffees. Seriously, you need to chill out."

Like I could chill out knowing some other guy would be kissing my girlfriend over and over again.

Bree's Pov

I kept watch for Spike coming out all day. I knew he would eventually (that much was obvious), but the trouble was knowing when. If I knew the when then the whole thing wouldn't be as much as a problem as it was now. But sadly, Chase's split personality was a bit unpredictable.

Christine seemed pretty wary too. She kept glancing at the jocks and Chase like she expected Callan or Chase to start punching and screaming at each other from across the cafeteria.

Now we were busy with training. Davenport had been working us really hard lately, and I couldn't help but think back to my earlier worries. Something was definitely going on. That much was clear—but what? Nothing changed except for Chase and Christine dating. Could that be it? Does he want to see how his "lab experiments" act when dealing with romantic situations such as dating?

Nothing lately was making sense.

Water bottle in hand, I took a small sip as I watch a sparring match between Adam and Chase. Leo and Christine stood on one side, Davenport and I on the other. Watching them fight was always interesting because you'd never know who'd win. Adam did have strength height on him, but Chase had intelligence, which meant he had an advantage strategy wise.

Leo chanting for Adam, Christine chanting for Chase, and Davenport showing no support for either side, I didn't either. I was stuck wondering how the rest of training was going to go. We'd already been down here for a good hour and probably for another two or three depending on if Tasha let him keep us down here that long or not. Training got boring after a while.

"Pin 'em! Pin 'em to the ground!" Leo hooted, pumping his fist into the air. Christine rolled her eyes and just clapped her hands.

"Go Chase!"

I sighed, leaning back on the desk. I was more tired than normal. I couldn't figure out why. Maybe I'd just been thinking too much about things—the play, Tina, Davenport and his weirdness. I just needed a break.

Christine volunteered me for the play. Sure, it wasn't much. Just checking and double-checking the lights and sound and other stuff like that. But still, like I wanted to do it.

I was so lost in thought that only minutes later Adam was pinned to the mat and Leo was looking at a grinning Chase in defeat. I wasn't surprised.

"So, you were looking pretty lost during the match," Christine noted as she took a swig from her water bottle.

I shrugged. "Yeah," I agreed dully. "Just been thinking a lot lately, I guess."

"Whatever. Do you think he's mad at me?" She asked suddenly, turning to look at her boyfriend from across the room.

"Not you," I comforted with a hand on her shoulder. "But the teacher assistant I wouldn't be so sure about."

Christine sighed, gripping onto her water bottle tightly. "I just hope everything will blow over soon."

So, how do you like me throwing in Bree's Pov? Like I said at the beginning of this story, this would be one of the moments I'd rarely use another Pov other than Christine or Chase's.

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