The school week went by extremely slow for Sloane. It was jam packed between schoolwork and studying with Chase. Sloane could hardly take it. At school, she had had only one test so far, which Chase helped her ace. She was almost considering Trent a friend at this point as well, but she had yet to tell any Davenports about him. Sloane was, however, warming up quite nicely to the Davenport family in just a week. Bree especially. Or was Bree warming up to Sloane?

It's finally Friday after the long week, and Sloane is relieved. Luckily, it's just about 8th period study hall. Sloane is only in it every other day. Bree is in the study hall with her, and some boy named Owen sits across the room. Bree told Sloane about him the first time she was there. Owen and her were dating for only a month when Owen was caught cheating on her by Chase. Owen was walking around with a black eye for a week after that. This was only two weeks ago, and Bree still isn't over it. "I just can't believe it. I never took him as the cheating type," Bree had told her.

Without going in, Sloane discreetly peeks her head in the cafeteria study hall. "Bree," she yell-whispers. Their regular table is right near the doors. Bree doesn't hear her. Sloane tries again. Nothing. She moves across the almost empty hallway and into the girls' bathroom. No one is inside but her. She shapeshifts into Perry. When Sloane sees herself in the mirror, she almost shivers. She leaves the bathroom and enters the cafeteria.

"Bree Davenport." She goes up to her.

Bree puts an obviously fake smile on her face, "Principle Perry. Can I help you?"

"Come with me," Sloane says, "And bring your stuff."

"Why?" Bree questions.

"You don't get to ask questions, neon jeans." Bree glances down at the bright green jeans she was wearing. She borrowed them from Sloane. In fact, she borrowed the jeans and top from Sloane. The shirt was a longer crop tank top with a single white lightning bolt in the middle.

Bree makes a face at her, gathers her stuff and stands up. She follows Sloane out of the room. The hallway is completely empty by now. Sloane shapeshifts back to herself.

"Sloane! I had no idea it was you. Nice touch with the name calling," Bree points her finger at Sloane.

Sloane smiles, "I know."

A small smirk forms on Bree's face. "Are we skipping class?!" She whispers excitedly.

"I'd hardly call that a class, but yeah," Sloane says. "Want to speed us out of here?"

"Where are we going to go?" Bree had never skipped any class before.

"I thought we could hang out the mall or something. I can't stay here for one more minute."

"Long week?"

"Is that even a question?"

Bree laughs.

"Here," Sloane held her hand out to Bree, "Give me your backpack and I'll stash them in the lost and found. Bree slowly took her bag off her shoulder, handing it to Sloane. "You super speed back in there, and mark our names present on the attendan—" And Bree had already done the deed and came back. "Okay."

"Just give me those," Bree says taking the backpacks. She takes care of those in no time.

"Alright, let's get out of here," Sloane says when Bree returns.

"Hop on," Bree says and Sloane gets on her back. "Hold tight," she says before running off.

When they arrive at the Mission Creek Mall and Bree suddenly stops, Sloane comes close to falling on the concrete parking lot.

"Whoa," Sloane says and gets off Bree. "That was. . . kind of awesome," Sloane smiles.

"So are we going to do this or what?!" Bree's ecstatic.

"You haven't done this before, have you?"

"No way," she says.

"Oh, come on," Sloane grabs her arm and pulls her into the mall.

"Where are they? I don't get it." Leo says to Chase and Adam.

"I thought you had 8th period with her," Chase says.

"Only on A days."

"It's almost three. Let's just leave and walk home without them," Adam says annoyed.

"Hold on. I'll use my GPS signal to find where Bree is." Chase says and puts a finger to his temple. His left eye turns a bright blue. After a few seconds, Chase says, "Are you kidding me? They're at the mall." He looks at Leo than to Adam.

"What are you talking about," Sloane says from right behind them, "We're right here."

They turn to find Sloane and Bree right behind them, backpacks on their shoulders.

"Nice try," Chase says, "But I caught you two just before you left the mall with the GPS signal. Bree, you obviously just super sped you two back here."

Bree crosses her arms over her chest, "So. Are you going to tattle-tail this time? Or keep your mouth shut?"

"Why should I keep my mouth shut, Bree? Sloane's only been going to school for a week now and you're already messing that up?"

Bree doesn't say anything.

"It was. . .my idea to skip." Sloane says.

"Obviously," says Leo, "You couldn't see that coming?" He says to Chase.

"Sloane, why would you—"

"Because we wanted to?" Sloane says. "Lighten up, Chase. It's not a huge deal. We weren't even caught until now."

"Maybe not," Chase says, "But how are you going to explain your hair to Davenport?" He looks from Sloane to Bree, then back to Sloane. They each got a streak of their hair dyed. Sloane got orange, Bree got pink, both on the left sides of their faces.

"Do you like it?" Bree says, running her fingers through it.

"Yes!" Adam says, "Why didn't you guys invite me? I've been wanting to get some green!"

"Oh and check this out," Bree pulls her hair back, still on the left side, to reveal a cartilage piercing. "We got matching piercings. Show em' Sloane."

Sloane pulls her hair back as well, and there it is. They each had a black jewel stud pierced into their ears.

"I can't believe you two," Chase says. "I'm not even going to have to tell on you with this one."

"Why do you care?" Bree says as they start walking. "You're just mad Sloane likes me more than you."

"Whoa let's not go there," Sloane says.

Chase, who is walking alongside Leo and Adam and in front of Bree and Sloane, turns his head for a moment, "So there is a there?"

"No." Sloane answers. Hesitantly, she says "I like everyone equally." This isn't entirely true, but whatever she thinks.

Bree shoots her an annoyed look. Sloane puts her finger to her lips so Bree can silently know that yes, Sloane does in fact, favorite Bree. How could she not? Bree obviously looks up to Sloane, and she can tell.

The rest of the walk home is silent, and Bree braces herself as they walk in the door, not knowing how she's going to explain their hair. She plans on keeping the new piercing a secret. How hard could it be to hide? When they get into the house, no one is around at first. Since Tasha heard them come home, she came downstairs. Almost no time was wasted. She noticed Sloane and Bree's hair right away.

"What did you two do to you hair?" She asks as she walks over to them, sitting on the couch.

"Um. . .home and careers!" Bree panics.

Sloane shoots her a look right away.

"Why did you dye your hair in home and careers?"

"We're doing uh…we're doing a unit on it," Sloane tries.

"Why would you do—"

"The career part," Bree inputs, "Today was hairdressers. I did Sloane's, and she did mine."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense."

"Yeah. John even cut a piece of Caitlin's hair off secretly and everything. Mrs. Parker sent him to the office."

"Oh, poor Caitlin. Her hair is so long," she began walking away, giving Sloane and Bree some relief.

"She totally bought it," Bree whispers to Sloane once Tasha is out of hearing distance.

"I know," Sloane says.

"Let's go down to the lab," Bree says.

"What about Davenport?"

"I don't know if he'll fall for that like Tasha did."

"Only one way to find out," Sloane stands. They go down to the lab to find Davenport and Chase.

Chase notices them as soon as they walk in, "Hello girls," he smiles, excited to witness them get busted and grounded.

"Why is your hair dyed?" Davenport looks up from the random piece of techno junk sitting on the counter in front of them. Him and Chase have protective glasses on and Davenport has an unrecognizable tool in his right hand.

Bree looks at Sloane before answering, "In home and careers, we're discussing different career options, and each day is dedicated to a different job right now." She tells the lie much smoother than before. Chase crosses his arms over his chest and gives her a look. "Today was hairdressing. I dyed Sloane's and Sloane dyed mine." Bree acts extrememly mellow about it.

"Sloane. Is this true?" Davenport looks at her.

"Yeah, Sloane. Is it true?" Chase repeats.

Lying comes easy for Sloane. She's been doing it her whole life. Hiding her bionic secret, lying to her foster parents, and lying to random strangers. Lying is easier. One day her name could be Alexis, the next Jamie. Sloane was anyone she wanted to be on the streets. She could almost escape from who she really was. With lying, her true emotions could be safely bottled up inside. This is different. Davenport is bringing Sloane into his home, providing for her, feeding her. She's been here a week. How can she lie to him?

"Yeah, of course," Sloane says so naturally and relaxed, even Chase almost believed her. Even with all the reasons why Sloane shouldn't lie to Davenport, she still did, and didn't feel one ping of guilt. Lying is nothing to her.

"Okay, then," Davenport goes back to his soon to be invention. Sloane slowly meets Chase's eyes. He shakes his head at her as if he's disappointed. Sloane just looks at him and blinks with no emotion. Davenport sets the tool down and changes his mind. "Chase, let's take a break, I've been working on this for hours."

"I just got home," Chase pushes as Davenport starts walking away.

"Just fifteen minutes," Davenport keeps walking.

Chase pulls off his safety glasses. Once Davenport is gone, he says, "I can't believe you two lied to him. Especially you, Sloane."

"Why is it so unbelievable?" Bree says. "I don't want to be grounded when what we did was harmless. It was just study hall."

"Whatever," Chase says and looks at Sloane disappointed again.

"Don't look so disappointed, Chase." His facial expression doesn't change.

"Ignore him," Bree says. "I think we should go hang out in your room instead," she starts walking towards the elevator again.

"Go ahead, I'll meet you there."

Bree turns halfway and looks from Chase to Sloane, "Are you kidding me?" After no response, Bree just goes ahead anyway.

"What?" Chase says after Bree leaves.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? What's bothering you so much that I skipped study hall? It's really none of your business."

Chase doesn't say anything as he leans over the counter.

"Well?"

"Maybe I want it to be my business," Chase shoots out. "Maybe I'm. . .jealous."

"Jealous? That me and Bree dyed our hair and got matching piercings?"

"Not that," Chase says, "Jealous you skipped class and had fun with her."

"Please," Sloane says, ready to walk away from him already. She turns to leave.

"What, Sloane?"

She turns back to him, annoyed, "What do you mean, Chase?"

"What's please? Give me something."

"Did I not give you enough on Monday?" she snaps. "I'm not interested in you. Stop."

Chase lets her walk away, hurt. After all the time they spent together this week, Sloane stills feels the same about him as she did before. Chase sure doesn't feel the same. He likes her even more.

Sloane catches up to Bree in her room finally.

"What's going on between you two?" Bree says.

"Absolutely nothing."

"You've been spending so much time with him this week."

"Just because I have to study," Sloane sits next to Bree on the sofa.

"Well what was that, whatever just happened?"

Sloane pulls at a small thread poking out on the hem of her ripped black skinny jeans. "I think he likes me."

"Do you like him?" Bree asks.

"No," Sloane looks up at Bree.

"Good. Because I still want to be the favorite," she smiles and scoots closer to Sloane. Sloane doesn't pull back like she would've a week ago.

"No worries," Sloane says reassuringly and smiles back.

"If it wasn't obvious," Bree says, "I have a huge girl crush on you. And I wouldn't normally say something like that."

Sloane smiles and tilts her head tumblr_ , "It was."

Bree laughs. Her phone rings on the little stand next to the sofa behind Sloane's head.

"Ooh, who is it?" Sloane grabs Bree's phone. Bree tries to grab it away from Sloane.

"Give it to me," Bree laughs. Sloane gets on her knees so Bree can't reach the phone.

Sloane picks up, "Hello?" she says cheerfully.

"Sloane!" Bree says with her body pressed against Sloane and reaching for her phone. Sloane's leaning as far as she can over the arm of the sofa. They're both laughing.

"Sloane?" A voice says on the phone, "I should've guessed. I need to talk to Bree."

Sloane slides out of Bree's grasp and says, "Who is this?"

"Sloaney, give it, please," Bree says, her laughs calming.

"Caitlin, now let me talk to her."

Sloane takes the phone off the side her face, "Sloaney?"

Bree grabs it out of her hand and Sloane falls back intentionally onto the ottoman.

"Caitlin?" Bree says.

"Wow, I'm surprised you even remember my name."

"What are you talking about?"

"You've been hanging out with Sloane all week."

"How does she even know who I am?" Sloane says loud enough for Caitlin to hear.

"Tell Sloaney it's because you haven't stopped talking about her since Tuesday," Caitlin says nastily. Bree obviously doesn't repeat it to Sloane.

"Caitlin, if you called to be rude to me, I'm gonna hang up."

"I called to see if you wanted to hang out, but you're obviously too busy."

"Bye, Caitlin," Bree says while smiling at Sloane and hangs up. She feels guilty right away. That was pretty mean. Caitlin just missed her, that's why she got rude. Before Bree can really think it through, Sloane starts laughing.

"That's was great," she says and takes ahold of Bree's forearm, pulling her onto the ottoman too.

Bree laughs along with her. Whatever, Bree tries to think to herself, but that just wasn't like her. Is that such a bad thing, though? Bree can't help but wonder.

"I realized who that was. Isn't she the one that plays solitaire with actual cards in our study hall?" Sloane says, still with a smile on her face. Bree remembers just then that she is in their study hall. They usually sat together, in fact. That is, until Sloane entered the picture. Caitlin's game wasn't usually solitaire. Bree and her would play spit if they finished their homework. Sloane can't believe it didn't even cross her mind. She was having so much fun with Sloane, she didn't even care about anyone else in that room—not even Owen.

"Yeah, that's her," Bree plays along, but her smile is fading. She doesn't tell her about spit or how they used to sit together just a week ago in that same study hall.

"What's wrong, Breebie?" Sloane stops smiling too.

"Breebie?"

"Hey, if you get to call me Sloaney, I get to call you Breebie."

Bree laughs a little, "Deal."

"And come on, Breebie is way better than Sloaney."

"How so?" Bree questions.

"Because it's cute," Sloane carefully takes a strand of Bree's hair and twirls it around her finger. "Just like you."

Bree can't say anything. She just smiles, happy someone as cool as Sloane has a cute nickname for her, let alone called Bree herself cute.

"Little Breebie," Sloane says and lets go of Bree's hair.

"I'm older than you."

"I said little. Not young."