Bree is pretty dramatic in my story haha, but drama is my favorite! 3 Love ya!

"Hello there Marcus," Bree said darkly as she waltzed into his room dramatically. She wanted to look threatening and superior, and at the same time scary and mysterious, terrifying and triumphant, she wanted him to scurry away like a puppy when he saw her. And ironically his room was right across from her room, unfortunately. Apparently her father thought that far apart was only a few feet.

They've often ran into each other while exiting there rooms, whenever Mr. Davenport calls them down to test something on Leo, they run straight out of their doors, run into each other, their heads bump, they fall backwards, and glare at each other like no tomorrow. Her current plan is to scare him out of the house so he would hopefully run so fast he would get hit by a large truck; which is waiting outside of their house right now. (Bree may have paid the drivers to do some dirty work for her. But eh, it's fine. Her dad does it all the time.)

Wait, where was Marcus? Bree worked her eyes around the room like a pole dancer would to a pole. Dangit-nabbit, he didn't even notice her walk in! Ugh. Bree spotted him in his bed sleeping under the covers so she walked back outside his door and slammed it open again but much louder this time.

"It is I Bree Davenport," Okay, so Bree should totally not be an actor, but she had to work with what she had at the moment. Marcus blinked his eyes open and quickly dragged the blanket below his head, he squinted at Bree and then narrowed his eyes accusingly. He had grown to not hate her as much but he still thought she was rude to him for no reason at all. Sure, he'd tried to kill her and her family, but now, he's a changed man-err, boy/young adult/old enough to drive; which is the same thing as a man obviously.

"Why are you looking at me so creepy? You look like your…going to do bad things to me," Marcus chuckled as he pushed the covers off his body and got up. Bree scoffed at his boyish-ness, hmm well she just found a new fault: he's immature. Wait, if he has a fault, doesn't that mean he's still half human and not dangerous? Nah, he was once an evil android and that doesn't stop him from being bad again. Well, Bree sort-of felt like she was just making up excuses to hate him but he's still annoying anyways so it doesn't matter.

Bree was so lost in her thoughts she didn't even notice that he was taking his shirt off…and his pants. Oh goddamn, he was sure fine. He was very, uh what's the word? Ah, nice to look at but unfortunately off limits because he's evil and bad and…just bad, Bree told herself.

"Can you ever not take your clothes off while I'm in here?" Bree asked and rolled her eyes, hoping to hide her uncomfortable semblance.

Marcus was mid-unbuttoning his shirt as Bree said this; he froze halfway and smirked, looking at her from the corner of his eye. Then, he continued unbuttoning his shirt so that there was nothing but his naked upper-body.

"Why, does this bother you?" Marcus asked and walked closer to Bree so they were only a few feet apart.

Bree didn't like his attitude, hah, so maybe this evil android was finally showing through. She looked into his eyes for a few seconds before stepping closer.

He's too darn comfortable at this house already, he thinks he has a say in what they have for dinner or the right to take a shower first, Bree absolutely loathed that he thought he could just walk right into their house and suddenly be all cool with her family. He wasn't that great, just a little tiny ant size smudge of great.

"No, not at all. I'm pretty sure I have better abs than you do." Bree spoke confidently, looking up through her eyelashes darkly.

She knew she did, she was more fit than both of her brothers because of her super speed. She ran more than any human could, she's genetically perfect because of her bionics. Sadly, so is Marcus because he has all the bionics her and her brothers have. But, she felt challenged by his cockiness and didn't want to let him walk all over her. Bree Davenport never says no to a challenge.

"Well, why don't you prove to me you're more fit than I am? Take off your shirt then." Marcus said cheekily sneakily. (IT RYHMES.)

Bree stared at him until she was sure a dagger popped out of her forehead. At one point, she was so ticked by his stupid little comment that she was almost 100% a knife really did form from her forehead. Sometimes her bionics get really weird depending on her feelings which it sadly, like-the suckiest glitch ever.

"Yeah, like I would ever give you that privilege," Bree snapped and gave him a beautiful and absolutely lovely err-sneer.

Marcus just smirked at her response, as if he liked the angry destroyer Godzilla Bree. Hahah, another sign his evil android side could be taking over. He's obviously using Bree's anger to his advantage and is trying to get her to join his evil side and then he's going to kill her.

"That privilege would be an honor And I'm sure you will give me it one day." Marcus replied like a sly cat watching a mouse, his teeth were in a curve of sharp daggers and knives, waiting to be bloodied by battle.

Bree let her brain work for the moment being, Marcus was acting too nice the first few days, and now Bree's beginning to see his still possibly evil android side again. Maybe he's still putting up an act, trying to seem like a normal teenage bad boy as he plots to kill the Davenports. Ah yes, Bree felt sure that's what's going on. Or, could Marcus just be going through his teenage bad boy phase? Nah.

Bree always feels strange around Marcus; it has to be her bionics telling her that he is danger, because if that's not why...well it is why so it doesn't matter, Bree once again told herself. Could it be some kind of bionic attraction?

These little creep remarks Bree was getting from Marcus are going to make her blow her top. She kind of liked it when other boys made these remarks towards her but when Marcus did, oh no, she did not like that one bit. It was like eating a stale cracker from bad reused packaging: trite and just plain NO.

"YOU-I-WHY CAN'T YOU GET RUN OVER BY THE TRUCK ALREADY?" Bree basically just had an aneurism.

He was supposed to be scared of her, run outside, accidentally get hit by a truck, and die a sad death. But, why did Marcus have to be a snotty handsome boy who's apparently not afraid of the death stare Bree was currently giving him? Her brothers were sure scared when she tilted her head to the side and smiled like a killer, but why wasn't he? Her plan was literally, she knows, the worst plan ever. But what else could she do to sabotage Marcus, ugh even his name is hard for her to say, out of her house?

"I'm just hard to kill Bree. Like my ego," Marcus said smiling smugly.

Somehow he found whatever he said funny (it wasn't even that funny) and Bree had no idea why. Yeah, it's very true that he is hard to kill and especially his ego. It's frustrating for Bree, not funny.

"I don't know Marcus, you cant be that hard to kill, can you? So tell me, how can I kill you?" Bree leaned into his ear and whispered hotly.

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