In the lab on Saturday morning when Adam, Bree, and Chase wake up, Chase decides to rat out Bree and Sloane. He's upset that Sloane doesn't like him back, and how she's mean about it. Was I really that persistent? Chase couldn't stop wondering after Sloane told him to stop. It was only the second time he brought it up. And plus, he thought her feelings might have changed after the whole past week they spent together. Apparently not.

On Monday, Sloane had made him so mad that he turned into Spike , which wasn't entirely easy to accomplish, and she hadn't even been trying. A day hasn't passed that Chase hasn't thought about what she said to him. You're like, a total geek. Chase loved being smart, but Sloane made it seem like a bad thing. It was time to get her back for being so mean to him.

"Mr. Davenport?" Chase is the first out of his capsule. "I need to tell you something." Adam and Bree walk out of their capsules with groggy looks on their faces. "It's just eating away at me," Chase looks at Bree.

"What's eating away at you?" Bree says seriously.

Chase looks back to Davenport, "Bree and Sloane didn't dye their hair during home and careers. They skipped school and went to the mall."

"Chase!" Bree says.

"Bree, why would you skip school?" Davenport says sternly. "And take Sloane with you? I'm very surprised at you."

"We didn't skip school; we skipped eighth period. It was just study hall."

"Your punishment would've been lighter if you hadn't lied to me in the first place."

"I'm getting punished? What we did was harmless!"

"I wouldn't call putting a needle through your cartilage harmless," Chase says

"Why are you doing this?!" Bree shoots at Chase. He doesn't say anything.

"You got your cartilage pierced?!" Davenport says.

"It's my ear!"

Davenport shakes his head, "Go get Sloane and we'll meet in the living room. I can't take care of this without her."

Bree super speeds up to Sloane's room and wakes her up. "Is it time for breakfast?" Sloane smiles and stretches her arms.

"No. Chase told Mr. Davenport we went to the mall. And about our piercings. Well he knows about mine."

"Why would he tell?!" Sloane says, just as angry as Bree now.

"He always spills. But this time he probably did it because he's mad you don't like him back."

"Oh my gosh! You really think he would because of that?"

"I have no idea! Chase has never really liked a girl before. Never mind why he did it, we're gonna be in a load of trouble."

"I''ve barely been here a week."

"I know. I want you to let me take the blame."

"Bree—"

"Sloane. I'm his kid, he'll give me some leverage, especially since I've never done anything like this before. If you say it was your fault he'll never trust you again."

"I don't feel right letting you take the fall."

"And you're a good person for feeling that way. But really, it's fine."

"Okay," Sloane breathes out.

"Let's go. The judge awaits." Bree says leading the way.

When Bree and Sloane reach the living room, Davenport is already waiting for them. They each take a seat on the couch.

"First of all, I'm going to say I'm very disappointed in you both. Bree's lied to me before, but Sloane I trusted you to tell me the truth and now you've already lied to me after being here for such a short time."

"I know. I'm sorry," Sloane says genuinely.

"Yeah, well you're both grounded two weeks. No leaving the house unless it's for school."

"Two weeks?" Bree says.

"One for skipping and one for lying to me about it. It would've been three if the class you skipped wasn't study hall, so be grateful." He looks at Bree, "And no phone for you."

"Mr. Davenport, I'm sorry," Bree starts.

"Now," he holds his hand out. Bree gives up and hands over her phone. "Thank you," he says and walks back down to the lab.

"I can't believe this. What about Jenna's party tonight?"

"Who's Jenna?"

"I didn't tell you? She's a girl from Deerfield High. She has an annual party every year and only some people from Mission Creek get invited. This year I did," She sings the last part. "She said I could bring a couple of people."

Tasha walks over to them from the kitchen, "I'm sorry girls but you shouldn't have lied."

"I know, Tasha."

"We just wanted to have some fun," Sloane says.

"Well maybe next time you'll think twice about what's wrong and what's right," she goes back to making breakfast.

Bree leans back on the couch and crosses her arms over her chest, "I was going to ask Owen if he wanted to come with me. . ." She says quietly so Tasha can't hear.

"Bree, no. He cheated on you."

"Maybe he's changed."

"Once a cheater, always a cheater. He doesn't deserve to have you back."

"I just miss him. A lot."

"Well at the party you can find a new boy," Sloane says after making absolute certainty Tasha's not listening.

"What are you talking about? We can't go."

"We'll sneak out after dinner."

"Are you sure about this?"

Sloane stands and pulls Bree into the other room. "Breebie, they'll never even know we left."

"What about my GPS signal? I don't want to take the chance of Chase checking it."

"Do you know how to disable it?"

"Well, yeah, but—"

"Bree, you said yourself only select people from Mission Creek get invited, including you this time."

"You're right. We can't miss it, can we?"

Sloane shakes her head. "Let's meet in my room after dinner."

Chase is going up to Sloane's room to study with her. He knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" She says.

"Chase."

"Don't come in, jerk."

Chase enters the room anyway. "Don't you want to study?"

"No, and epecially not with you. I'll study by myself."

"Why?"

"Because you told on me and Bree like a little kid."

"Yeah, and you know why I did it?"

Sloane raises her eyebrows, waiting for him to tell her why.

"Because you're a brat."

Sloane laughs, "Excuse me?!" You're a brat. It sounded so ridiculous and immature of him to say to her. Brat.

"You turned me into Spike! And that's not easy to do. I wanted to get you back."

"For a genius, you sure act a like a child. That's so immature."

"Whatever, study by yourself," he turns to leave.

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?"

Sloane's tone changes, "Brave." She hesitates, "And daring."

"You think I was being brave?"

"Isn't that what you were trying to be?"

"Yeah. Yeah, right. Of course."

Sloane stands up from her desk chair, and walks closer to Chase. "I like it, Chase Davenport."

Chase stiffens a little, "You..do?"

Sloane's eyes trail from his eyes down his arm, with a small smile on her face, "Yeah."

"You're weird, Sloane," Chase tries to laugh.

"I know," she looks him in the eyes. "But so are you," she has a smile on her face. Chase can't help but smile back at her. She's so cute, he thinks. Her smile turns in a tight glare, "It's one of the reasons I don't like you."

Chase's smile fades instantly as he takes a quick step away from her. "Wha—"

Sloane laughs and steps closer to Chase, "You're such a freak," she says in a serious way—not jokingly. "With your stupid little nerd outfits and spiky hair." She laughs again, "And you always tie your laces over the flap when you're wearing high tops. It looks ridiculous."

Sloane sees Chase's eyes darken; she's sure of it this time. She nods her head to herself as she witnesses him turn into Spike. Again, his fists clench and his chest sticks out.

"Did you miss me?" He says with the raspy voice that Sloane loved.

"Of course I did. You're so much better than Chase," Sloane says with a dreamy look in her eyes.

Spike grabs her by the shoulders firmly, and pushes her against the wall. It startles Sloane at first, thinking this isn't the same Spike as before. The one Bree and Leo had talked about—violent, rude, and just plain mean. But he puts one arm around her waist and roughly takes her face in his hand. He rubs his thumb on her cheek. Just as he's about to kiss her, Bree barges in.

"Sloane, I disabled my—"

Spike pulls his face away from Sloane's, but doesn't let go of her.

"What is going on in here?!" She shrieks.

Sloane pulls away completely from Spike's grip and rushes to Bree, "Bree, it's not what it looks like."

"Really? Because it looks like you were just about to make out with," she points at him and realizes it's not exactly Chase, "Spike. Seriously, what's going on?!"

"Chase turned into Spike," Sloane says carefully.

"Why were you two about to kiss?" Bree closes her eyes for a moment, "You said you didn't like him."

"I don't."

Bree's looking at Spike. His stance changes and there's a confused look in his eyes. Chase is back.

"Chase, are you okay?" Bree walks around Sloane.

After catching up with himself, he looks at Sloane with an upset face. Sloane looks away. tumblr_ Chase leaves the room without saying anything.

"Sloane. I hate to ask, but did you do something?" Bree asks disappointed. "And I still don't get why you were about to kiss him if you don't like him."

"He was about to kiss me," Sloane says. She doesn't make eye contact with Bree. "He turned into Spike because I told him to go away. I didn't want to study with him in case he brought up him liking me again."

"That doesn't make any sense. He usually turns into Spike when he gets humiliated or made fun of."

Sloane looks at Bree and shrugs her shoulders, "Apparently not just that," she says annoyed.

Bree exhales and leaves the room, almost slamming Sloane's door. "Chase," she calls as she heads downstairs. She catches up with him easily in one of their lounge rooms.

He's sitting on the small couch with his head in his hands. "Chase?" Bree says quietly. Chase doesn't respond. She shuts the door before sitting down next to him. "What happened in there?"

"What did she tell you?" Chase says without looking up at her.

"She said she told you to leave you alone, and you got mad."

Chase exhales through his nose and shakes his head.

"Is that not what happened?"

Chase doesn't say anything again.

"Chase? Is that what happened?"

"Yeah," he finally looks at her, "She told you the truth. That's it."

"Then why are you so upset? It's not that big of a deal? There must be more."

"There isn't. I just wish I didn't like her," Chase says. There's no way he's going to tell Bree what Sloane called him. It was embarrassing enough.

"Why?"

"She doesn't like me." And she's a total brat half of the time. How can I like her?

"Maybe she's just shy about it."

"Why, did she say something to you about me? Because she's made it pretty clear that she doesn't."

"What do you mean?"

Chase thinks before telling Bree the actual truth. Or at least part of it. "She said I wasn't her type. That I was a. . .total geek."

"She said that?"

"Yes," Chase mumbles.

"I'm sorry Chase. Sloane's just. . .a little troubled, I guess. She's not used to worrying about other people's feelings. But you aren't really her type."

Chase glares at her.

"I'm sorry," she lays her head on his shoulder. "Do you want me to say something?"

"No. I'm just going to separate myself from her for a while."

"Do you want me to tell you what happened?"

"While I was Spike? Not really."

"Chase, I think you should know.

Chase looks down at her head. "What?"

"You. . .well Spike. . .was about to kiss Sloane."

"What?"

Bree lifts her head and looks at him straight on.

"This is crazy," he stands. "What happened before that?"

"I don't know," Bree stands up too.

"I do!" Eddie appears on the small screen on the wall.

"Eddie! Do you have it on video?" Chase asks eagerly, but not excitedly.

"Of course I do. Hello, home security system," Eddie flashes off the screen as a video of what happened pops up.

After the video relays exactly what happened, starting from Chase turning into Spike, they're both shocked. Chase sits down again, "I don't get it."

Bree sits next to him.

"I need to go talk to her." He stands, heading straight for the door.

"Is that such a good idea?!" Bree stops him.

"Why not?"

"Look what happened that last time you two were alone."

"Bree, just let me do this. Stay here."

Chase leaves to go to Sloane's room, but before reaching it, he finds her, Leo, and Davenport in the living room. They're making Sloane watch the Pig Zombies movie. Chase wanted to rip her off the couch and pull her into another room. He wanted to demand a rational explanation from her. But he just couldn't.

"Oh, hey, Chase," Davenport says, "Want to watch Pig Zombies with us? We just started it," he puts popcorn in his mouth.

"I'll pass," Chase answers, almost disgusted. Instead of going back to the other room to Bree, he went down to the lab, where he could be alone for at least a little while.