Around eight o'clock, Bree finally goes into Sloane's room discreetly, although she's a bit upset with her.

Bree closes the door behind herself, "Are we still doing this?" She asks, not at all excited.

"Yeah, you still want to, don't you?" Sloane says as she turns in her desk chair.

"Yeah, I just. . ." Bree sits down on the sofa.

"What?"

"Have you talked to Chase?"

"No. . ."

"Well maybe you should. He knows what happened, and so do I."

"What do you mean?"

"Eddie had it on video."

"Eddie?"

"Our creepy, annoying home security system."

"How much did you see?"

"When Chase turned into Spike."

Sloane feels relieved inside, "I don't know what you want me to say."

"I want you. . .to say sorry to Chase."

"Why?"

"You called him a total geek. He told me. Chase is already pretty insecure about himself."

"I already apologized to him for that Bree," Sloane says.

"Well apologize again. I don't want to be mad at you Sloane, but he's my brother. And he really likes you."

"I will, for you."

"Thanks."

"Can I do it after the party?"

"Yeah, so what's the plan?" Bree says.

"I was thinking I could shapeshift into someone, then sneak you out."

"Like who?"

"I don't know. Someone smart, that could be tutoring you or something. It has to be school related."

"How about Chase?"

"Why would we have to leave the house? And what if Chase runs into Davenport after we leave?"

"I don't know who else. Don't you have to like, know who the person actually is to shapeshift into them?"

"Yes." Sloane sits down next to Bree. "I guess it will have to be Chase then. But what if?"

"I know. Wait a minute. I think Chase is going to that," Bree snaps her fingers trying to remember, "What is it? Runescape Convention!"

Sloane laughs, "Are you sure?"

"I'll go ask him," Bree says before she instantly super speeds to find Chase in the same lounge room as before. He was just shutting off the TV and standing up, "Chase." She grabs him by the shoulders, "Are you still going to that Runescape Convention?"

"Yeah, right now. Why, do you want to come?" Chase asks, but before he finished Bree already ran away. "Or not."

"He's going. Right now," Bree tells Sloane.

"Perfect," Sloane says and stands. Bree waits for her to turn to Chase. "A little privacy?"

Bree smiles and turns her back to Sloane.

"Alright," Bree turns as she hears Chase's voice behind her.

"Oh my gosh, I'm never gonna get over this," Bree says with a smile across her face. "Let's get out of here." She grabs Sloane by the arm and drags her along as Bree super speeds downstairs into the living room. Davenport is on the couch watching TV with Tasha and Chase is just leaving out the door. He turns when he feels the breeze. Chase looks at Bree and the other Chase frantically with wide eyes. He quickly catches on. "What are you doing?!" He says. Bree panics and speeds them out of the living room and into the lounge room. Chase goes after them.

By the time he gets in, Sloane is back to her normal self. Chase looks from Bree to Sloane. "What the heck?"

"We're just fooling around," Bree says.

"Right. Now tell me the truth."

"No, tattle tail."

"You were going to use me to sneak you out weren't you?" He crosses his arms over his chest.

"Chase, just let us. It's your fault we're grounded. And this is Jenna's party. From Deerfield."

"You got invited?! And why should I?"

Bree looks at Sloane then back to Chase, "If you sneak us out of here, you can come."

"Really?" Chase gets a smile on his face.

Bree nods her head.

"What do I say to get you guys out of here?"

"Make something up," Bree says as Sloane just stands slightly behind her, like she has been the whole time.

"Come on," Chase leads the way back into the living room. "Mr. Davenport?"

"Chase, aren't you going to be late for the convention?" Tasha asks.

"Well I was thinking, and since I don't have anyone to really go with me, I was wondering if Sloane and Bree could come."

"They're grounded," Davenport says, "Since when do they like Runescape, anyway?"

"Exactly. They don't. This could just add to the punishment," Chase smiles at him.

"Don't listen to him, Mr. Davenport," Bree convinces, "We don't want to go to that lame convention, even if it means getting out of the house."

"No, I think you two should go," says Davenport, "But no having fun."

Sloane and Bree both fake disappointed faces. "Thanks a lot, Big D," Bree says sarcastically. They leave out the door.

"YES! Let's go to the party!" Chase says excitedly.

"Chase, shut up. What if he hears you? And don't act like that when we get there, or I'll never be invited again."

Chase nods his head once.

"Guys. How are we getting there, exactly?" Sloane says.

"Should I super speed us?"

"Yeah, sounds good," Chase says and is about to hop on her back.

"No way, big boy," Bree stops him and takes his arm then Sloane's in her other hand. She runs them to the party.

When they arrive to Jenna's house, it's just slightly smaller than their own. They peek over the lawn bushes to make sure the coast is clear. People can't catch Bree using her bionics, obviously.

Bree looks to Sloane then Chase with a smile, "Ready?"

"Yes. Come on guys, what are we waiting for?" Sloane walks out from behind the bush and heads to the front door. People are already walking in and out of the house, so they just go in.

The first look inside is crazy but satisfying to the three of them. The house looks like it had been decorated before the party began, but streamers are now half ripped off the door ways and hanging lopsided on the stairs that descend directly in the middle of the room. The walls are white and the floor is marble. Although the house is nearly the same size as the Davenports', it was completely different on the inside and out. It's more like a place where old women would hold a tea party. Not modern looking like theirs—elegant. Framed pictures of Jenna's family stood on the key table next to the front door.

Teenagers are running and dancing around the house and having fun. Most of them are holding red plastic cups as they run through the different rooms, probably filled with beer. Half of the boys are shirtless with swimming trunks on, and girls with bikinis.

"She didn't tell me there was a pool," Bree says as Jenna herself is walking down the stairs towards them. She's wearing a white romper and you can see the top of her purple string bikini tied around her neck.

"Bree!"Jenna gives her a hug. Jenna is known to be the most popular girl at Deerfield, and barely even knows Bree. "I'm so glad you brought Sloane!" Jenna forces herself on Sloane with a hug. Sloane grimaces and doesn't hug her back. Chase gets completely ignored. "I'm Jenna," she says over-enthusiastically.

Sloane gives a tight smile, "I know."

"Come on, I'll get you a drink," Jenna grabs Sloane's wrist and guides her away. Bree's first instinct was to follow but then realized exactly what was going on.

"I can't believe this," Bree says over the music to Chase, "she invited me because she knew I'd bring Sloane." She turns to look at Chase, who is apparently not standing there anymore. Bree sighs and tries to follow the path that Sloane and Jenna headed in.

Meanwhile, Jenna is yapping to Sloane nonstop, "I've heard so much about you from Stephanie."

Sloane racks her brain for someone named Stephanie—oh right! The snobby cheer squad captain at Mission Creek, who is somehow popular. Sloane doesn't care if she is the most popular girl in school, Sloane is not planning on being her friend. She's a brat.

"Good things, I hope," Sloane said.

"Of course. I'm sure there's not one thing bad about you." Jenna gets a beer for Sloane then herself from the keg. She hands the cup to Sloane, who just looks at it and swirls the liquid around inside. Jenna takes a big gulp of it. The last and only time Sloane has had beer or any alcohol was about five months ago, and she isn't ready to touch it again.

Bree finally finds them and doesn't say anything.

"There you are," Sloane says as if Bree was the one who ditched her.

"Here I am," Bree forces a smile at her.

"Oh," Jenna says with a weird expression, "You two have fun." She walks crosses her arms over her chest and gets a disgusted look on her face.

"What's wrong?" Sloane asks.

Bree unfolds her arms, "Nothing," she looks down at the beer in Sloane's hand then back to Sloane. "This is not the type of party I thought it was going to be."

"Good or bad thing?"

"I don't know yet. I guess I should have known there was going to be alcohol here."

"It is a crazy high school party," Sloane says and hands Bree her beer. Bree takes it slowly. "Go on."

Bree takes a sip and makes a weird face. Sloane giggles and guides the cup back to Bree's mouth. She takes a full gulp this time.

"I guess it's not so bad."

"I dare you to chug it," Sloane widens her eyes and barely smiles.

Bree smiles and tilts her head up, letting the cold beer run down her throat.

"Wooooo!" Bree hears some guys yell, and she realizes she's being watched. No quitting now. She finishes and lowers the cup, laughing with the people that have accumulated around her. There's mostly guys surrounding her, and she recognizes none of them. One of the shirtless ones standing next her puts his arm over her shoulders. He's tall, blond, and brown eyed. He starts dancing with her, and Bree goes along with it. The nameless boy guides her over to where more people are dancing, and Bree smiles at Sloane happily before going. Sloane smiles back.

"Sloane!" a voice Sloane recognizes as Trent's calls behind her. She turns to find him and just two of his normal five football players that follow him around.

Sloane smiles, "Hey, Trent! No offense, but. . .you were invited to this party?"

"I'm invited to any party I want to go to," Trent says defending himself. He had had a 'talk' with Jenna's sixteen year old brother, KC.

"Mm, I should've guessed."

"Do you want to. . .dance or something?"

"Why not," Sloane shrugs her shoulders and takes Trent's hand to bring him to everyone else. She wants to keep an eye on not-totally-sober Bree anyway. Sloane can see her from their spot. The nameless guy is dancing way too close to Bree for Sloane's liking. He was pressed right up against her, and his hands were awful close to reaching her butt.

Trent puts his hands on Sloane's waist respectfully. Sloane responds involuntarily by putting her hands around his neck. She was still keeping her eyes on Bree. Sloane finally thought it would be a good idea to make some eye contact with Trent, but then glances behind him basically right after. She notices Chase coming out of a room laughing and then he happens to make eye contact with Sloane. Sloane can see him look at the back of Trent's head. Chase's laughter immediately stops as he makes eye contact with Sloane again. He looks upset then changes his mind, heading straight back into the room. He'd know Trent anywhere. Chase had his fair share of tormenting from him.

Sloane pulls Trent closer to her, and lies her head on his shoulder with an almost confused look on her face. Sloane actually feels a little bad. She doesn't really want to see Chase like that. She pulls away from Trent, "Sorry, I'll be right back," she shouts over the music and walks away from him just like that. She goes after Chase.

Chase is right by the doorway, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. Inside the room, there are other boys that dress a bit like Chase, and only a few girls. Chase is watching as a guy and a girl sit on the small fouton playing some video game. Sloane knew from the moment she looked around she had found the nerd hangout at this party. She felt bad for even thinking it just a second afterwards. Chase doesn't notice her standing there.

Sloane grabs Chase's arm. He looks immediately from her hand to her eyes. Sloane's facial expression almost looks pleading. He gets off the wall, ready to follow her anywhere she wants him to. Anywhere.

Sloane pulls him out of the room as she slides her hand down his arm to his hand. She opens the nearest door that looks like a closet to her and opens it. She gets a closet that appeared to be where they kept their board games on the first try. She pulls on the cord hanging from the middle of the ceiling to turn on the dim light. She brings Chase inside and closes the door quietly after letting go of his hand. She turns and looks at Chase, hand still on the doorknob.

Chase waits a moment for Sloane to say something, but awkwardly looks around the closet when she doesn't. Sloane does the same. Chase looks back to her again, "Did you have something—"

"Chase."

He shuts his mouth and looks her in the eye.

"I'm. . .really sorry for what I did earlier." Sloane looks away. "And I don't like Trent," she adds quickly at the end. She looks at him again waiting for his response.

"What was the last part?"

Sloane sighs, "I don't like Trent," she says through her teeth.

"Good. He's a bully," he says, acting like he doesn't like Sloane himself, and it was the best thing for Sloane that she didn't like him.

"Does he bully you?"

"Sometimes. But more Leo than me."

"I'll tell him to stop. . ."

Chase puts his hands back in his pockets. "Sloane, if that's all—"

"Yeah, sorry," she opens the door a little so he can leave. He comes closer to go, but she then slams the door shut. "That's actually not all."

Chase is right next to her now, and doesn't move. He looks down at her. "Well? Can you…get on with it?"

Sloane is surprised he said that at first. It was kind of rude for him. "Yeah, it's just…"

"What?" Chase says annoyed.

"The truth is…" Chase lets her finish this time, "I like you too."

Chase's eyes widen immediately in disbelief. Before even getting one butterfly in his stomach, his genius brain knew better. "That doesn't make any sense."

"Yeah, I know," Sloane says without considering it may be offensive to Chase.

Chase tilts his head at her, "I'm going to ignore that, but I still don't believe you. This isn't funny." Chase tries to get past her.

"Chase, I'm not lying," Sloane slides in front of him, blocking the door completely.

Chase stares at her, trying to figure out if she's full of it or not. Their faces are just inches away from each other. He puts one hand on the wall and one hand on the door behind Sloane, bringing himself even closer. Sloane gives him a small smile, but Chase's facial expression doesn't change. He looks from her eyes to her lips, and can't help himself. He presses his lips against hers and she kisses back. Chase believes her right then, without a doubt in his mind what she said is true.