Hi :) OKay, so there'e a new character in this chapter and she will be in the rest of the story as well. If anyone else wants to be a character just PM me.

Rose is Rocky Pond

*Bree's POV*

Yay, I love P.E! Well, at least when we run. Of course I can't use my super speed, but I'm still fast. I changed as quickly as I could and started walking around the track with Rose Charlotte Tyler. She's my best friend, and if it wasn't for her I probably would have gone crazy. Everyone says that we shouldn't be friends because we're complete opposites. They're so wrong! Rose is a transfer student from Australia, but she doesn't really have the accent. She has golden brown hair, kind of like mine,but she has honey and auburn highlights, which looks totally cool with her carmel skin tone. She 's slim, also like me, but the reason that people try to stay away from her is her eyes. Their blue with darker flecks in them, and they may seem cold, but once you get to know her it's almost as if they melt from ice back to water. We don't exactly look completely different, it's our personalities. Or what people think her personality is. They think she's some loner, but, like I mentioned before, you have to get to know her. Adam calls her a 'super cool skater chick who flips lots,' meaning she loves skateboarding, she's a black belt in karate, and she she's into acrobatics. We sing and dance together all the time, but she doesn't really want to ruin her image so we only do that when we're at each others houses. Before you ask, yes, Rose knows that me, Adam and Chase are bionic. She's the only that does know. Davenport flipped when he saw her in the lab, but he eventually got over it after he figured out that Rose wasn't going to tell anyone. There's no one for her to even tell because nobody will listen to her.

"Alright ladies, all in!" Coach Barns yelled. We all jogged and formed a messy half circle around Coach Barns. He was nice and funny and everything, but he was super strict, and for some reason he called everyone lady. Not exactly the type of person that you want to be on the bad side of. "Alright, now y'all are gonna be in partners for the warm-up." I looked around the circle, seeing who would be a good partner or not. My eyes landed on the one person who I have been trying to avoid all day, Dylan Miller. He was with some fellow football players, but he looked up and met my eye. I quickly looked back to Coach Barns, mentally scolding myself for letting him see me staring at him. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. What would the wrong idea even be? Maybe it was that I had wanted to kiss him this morning and would have if it wasn't for the bell. Madison, another friend of mine, timidly raised her hand. "What is it Patcher?" That was another thing about Coach Barns, he called everyone by their last names, I guess he thinks it sounds more intimidating.

"Do we get to choose our own partners?" she asked.

"Nope, you get stuck with whatever ding dong I assign you," he barked. Oh boy, this may end badly. "Patcher, you go with Kingsley," Madison looked like she was about to faint from bliss. Bryan Kingsley is probably one of the hottest guys in the entire school. He was on the football team, got good grades, was on the student council, and, like I mentioned before, he was hot. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I spun around, only to come face to face with Dylan.

"Uh, we're partners," he said as my eyes went wide. Oh dang it! I guess I was so focused on Bryan that I didn't even notice Coach Barns continue to list off partners.

"Oh, right," I said awkwardly. He handed me some sort of list. It must have shown on my face that I didn't know what it was because he explained it to me.

"It's our warm-up and exercise list," he chuckled. I blushed what I was guessing to be a deep shade of red. I looked down at the list, hoping that my hair would cover the redness of my burning cheeks.

Warm-up/Exercise

Jog 2 laps

Take turns doing 25 sit-ups each

Jog 2 laps

15 push-ups

Jog 2 laps

50 jumping jacks

Sprint 1 lap

"Okay then, let's go," I said, gesturing to the starting line on the track. Other groups had already started, and I wasn't sure how good of a runner Dylan was, and I didn't want to fall behind. He simply nodded and walked beside me to the starting line.

"On your mark, get set… go!" He yelled, as he started running. I couldn't help but laugh as I ran to catch up. Whenever we run in partners Coach Barns wants us to never be more than an arm's length away. We kept running for the 2 laps, and then went to the grass in the middle to do our sit-ups.

"You want to go first, or do you want me to?" I asked him.

"I'll go first, it's the gentlemanly thing to do," he said as he lay on his back and put his knees up. I laughed at his choice of words and sat on my knees in front of him and held his feet down while he sat up. I couldn't help but admire how good his hair looked in the sunlight. He was in the middle of sitting up again when he said, "You must love this, huh." I was so shocked that I let go of his feet and they went flying up and he landed on his back with an, "Oof."

"What?" I yelled. He looked confused.

"This exercise," he said slowly. "I thought you liked running." Oh, that was what he meant. I thought he meant that I must love being his partner because I got to stare at him. I held down his feet again, trying to hide my face behind my hair again.

"Yeah, I do love running," I said casually. I hoped he wouldn't try to get me back for that when I was doing my sit-ups.

"What did you think I meant?" he asked curiously as he finished his last sit-up. Yeah, he finished his pretty fast. He must have a strong ab muscles. But that thought only made me want to see him shirtless, which I quickly pushed out of my mind as we switched positions.

"I don't even know," I sighed as I sat up and leaned back down.

"Oh come on, you must know. You can tell me," he said. I was trying not to look in his eyes but it was hard since every time I sat up his face was only mere inches from mine.

"Okay, I thought you meant that I must love being your partner," I said quietly, praying that he didn't hear me. Unfortunately he seemed to since he raised his eyebrows and leaned a little closer to me. I leaned back down as fast as I could to get away. I stayed there for a moment on my back with my hands behind my head.

"Well, do you like me being your partner?" he asked softly. I sat up again since Coach Barns turned our way.

"I guess I could get stuck with worse," I teased. He looked shocked and hurt. Oh the male ego is such a fragile thing. "Kidding!" Dylan's mouth dropped open and I could see his pearly white teeth.

"That was so not cool," he exclaimed, letting go of my feet, only to replace them barely a second later, so I kinda jerked down, but not enough to land on my back.

"Well excuse me for attempting to lighten up the situation," I argued, continuing with my sit-ups.

"I didn't realise that there was even a reason to lighten the mood" he said, once again trying to look my in the eye. I wanted nothing more than to stare into his piercing green eyes, but I knew that it could only end badly for me. I didn't reply, just finished my sit-ups as fast as I could and stood up, walking back to the starting line of the track. We continued the exercise in silence until we had just finished our jumping jacks and were getting ready to sprint.

"Hey, wanna make a bet?" Dylan asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"What kind of bet?" I have to admit, I was intrigued.

"We race. If I beat you, then I get to give you a dare," he said.

"And when I win?" I challenged, clearly enunciating when.

"You get to give me a dare," he simply said.

"Okay, but here are the ground rules. You can't dare me to do anything that will get me into trouble. Or anything illegal." He just laughed and agreed to my terms.

"On your mark, get set… go!" I shouted, and off we went, him sprinting as fast as he could, and me trying my hardest to hold back from using my super speed, but still trying to win at the same time. I was ahead, but barely. Dylan was actually pretty fast, and that's coming from me. We only had about 10 meters to go, but I tripped over my shoelace! I went down hard and staring rolling as soon as my side hit the track. I finally stopped about one meter from the finish line, but I couldn't get up. Dylan ran past me, but I noticed him trying to stop at my side, but he was going too fast and kinda flapped his arms like a wounded bird.

"Bree, are you okay!?" he asked once he somewhat composed himself. He knelt down beside me, panting just as hard as I was. But I wasn't panting from running, I never do. I was so tired because that fall took a lot out of me.

"I'm fine," I said, slowly testing myself to see how far I could sit up without it hurting. Answer, not very far. But I ignored the pain and got up, slowly walking to the grass off to the side where a set of bleachers were. Dylan followed me without a word and sat beside me on the bottom bleacher. I looked around and saw that we were the first ones done. Dang it, I really wanted to talk to Rose right now.

"Are you sure that you're okay? I mean, you fell pretty hard," he said, looking at my arm which was probably already starting to bruise.

"I told you, I'm fine," I assured him. "Now, since you won and everything, what's my dare?" I don't like losing, but I know when I'm beat.

"I don't think you're gonna do it," he said, with a huge grin on his face.

"Try me," I said. I'm offended that he would think that I would back down from a dare. I turned to face him, and that was a big mistake. Before I knew it I was staring into his sparkling green eyes. He was staring into my own and a shiver ran down my spine. He whispered so softly that I barely heard him.

"I dare you to kiss me."