CHAPTER TWENTY SIX, trent gets schooled

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Sitting in the hall, Perry came walking in with a usual insult. "Greetings, puke puddles." Emilia furrowed her brows at the woman who then continued. "Tomorrow is yearbook photo day and, while I'm not sure why anyone would want a record of this awkward phrase of your lives- uhhh, I'll be your photographer. Oh, and don't blink, cause homie don't do retakes!" She cackled before walking back out.

"Well, that settles that." Bree sighed. "I am so getting my hair done right after school. Emilia, can you come with me?" She looked towards the auburn haired girl who smiled before nodding at her question, making Bree grin.

Adam gasped. "Can you bring me back some clippings off the floor? I need 'em to finish building my 'Taj Mahair'." He asked, pulling his model onto the table.

"Where did all that hair come from?" The Hunter girl questioned, gapping at the model as Adam answered. "Pets, shower drains, brushes- if you want it, you can get it."

"Well, that is disgusting." Bree said in disgust as her brother chuckled. "Yeah. Well, if you think that's gross, wait until you see 'Buckinghair Palace'."

Leo looked at Bree. "Why are you so concerned about a stupid yearbook photo?" He questioned the girl, as Chase approached the table. "I am still trying to live down last year's picture when I wasn't ready for the flash and my eyes glitched."

"Bree, your zombie picture was the least of the problems with the yearbook. Perry photo-bombed every group picture. Drama club... cheerleaders... Swim team." Chase listed off, before Leo snatched the book away before they could look at it.

"No! No, no, no! None of us need to see that again." Leo said, shutting the book before the bell rang, indicating it was the end of break.

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Walking out the elevator, then came Emilia and Bree, who just got her hair done at the salon.

With a smile, she asked Adam who was moving about in the lab. "Hey, Adam. What do you think of my hair?"

The boy turned around, accidentally aiming his heat vision on Bree's hair, making the left side of it burn off, as Emilia screamed backing away. "I hope you kept your receipt, cause it looks uneven." Adam informed, making Emilia give him a look.

In panic, Bree rushed towards the toaster and checked her hair in the reflection making her scream in shock. "What did you do?!" Bree exclaimed, looking at her brother.

"I did what I had to do." Adam said, holding his arms out to the sides. "Your hair was collateral damage to a world gone mad!"

"Adam!" Emilia scolded, before Bree reminded him. "The yearbook picture is tomorrow. What am I supposed to do about my hair?"

"Well, for starters, you should put on a hat. It's really offensive." Adam advised, making Emilia and Bree look at him angrily. "Why don't you just go back to the salon and get the same haircut on the other side?"

"You burned it off!" Bree yelled. "A salon can't fix this!" She stepped forward, as Adam then questioned. "Well, then why are you paying them all that money?"

Donald then walked in. "Mr Davenport!" Bree called out to the man who widened his eyes at her hair. "Wow! You look awful. What, did you lose a bet?"

"No, Adam did this." Bree scowled, gesturing to her brother.

Furrowing his brows, Donald then asked. "Why would you let Adam cut your hair? That's on you, girly."

Adam sighed, throwing out his arm. "It was an accident. But you can fix this, right? I mean, you've gotta have some kind of fancy Davenport hair growth solution." He mentioned, making the man furrow his brows. "Why would I have that?"

Adam sighed. "I don't know, because you wear that crazy wig." He said, making Donald widen his eyes in reply. "This is my real hair." He stated.

Adam scoffed out a chuckle. "Oh, that's even sadder." He said, making Emilia huff at him before scolding. "Walk!" She pressed her hand on his back, pushing him out the lab, but not without him grabbing a burnt toast to eat.

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The next day, since Bree was stuck home with Donald trying to help her get rid of her hair growth problem, Emilia spent most of the day trying to stop Trent from chopping Leo and Chase like, and in his words 'Issac Newton's Cherry Tree'. The boy got another chance to retake the physics test the next day, so Leo and Chase had the rest of the day to help him study.

Sitting on a chair in the hall, Emilia watched as the boys helped Trent study for the retake test the next day. Chase wrote something on the board when he asked. "Pressure equals force over...?" Emilia stood up and walked behind Trent before letting out a giggle at what was on his notebook.

"What is that?" Leo questioned as Trent smiled before showing them the drawing. "Trentosaurus Rex. I'm about to eat you."

Emilia frowned, slapping the boy upside the head, making him groan in pain as she went back to her chair. "Okay. Maybe he's more of a visual learner." Leo said, looking at Chase.

After moving things around, Chase got out an object to try another teaching method. "So this demonstrates conservation of momentum." He explained to the boy before sighing as he saw Trent most likely drawing in his notebook again.

"Are you drawing another Trentosaurus Rex?"

"No!" Trent exclaimed before turning his notebook around. "It's a Trentodactyl. Guess what he eats." Leo pursed his lips in annoyance before saying. "You're hopeless."

"Oh, really?" Trent shut his notebook, before grabbing a ball before throwing it into Chase's chest, making the boy fall back along with Leo as Trent laughed. "Now that's conservation of momentum."

Emilia rolled her eyes, running over to help the guys up. "Are you okay?" She asked, holding her hand out for Chase to take. Chase rubbed his chest with a groan. "Partly, yeah."

"I'm starting to think he only learns when people get hurt." Leo sighed from the floor making the couple share a look. "We can use that!" Chase yelled in realisation.

It didn't take long before Leo was now tied to a giant gyroscope, yelling. "I didn't mean when I get hurt!"

"Okay, so here's how it works. For every question you answer correctly, you get to spin the gyroscope. The more you get right, the more Leo suffers." Chase explained, making Trent smile.

"Wait, what?" Leo asked in fear.

"Awesome!" Trent exclaimed, making Leo shake his head in protest. "Nope, not awesome." The auburn haired girl sent the boy an apologetic look, but she was there just in cause it would go too far. "Okay, first question. How do you calculate force?" Chase questioned.

"Oh! I know this one! Uh, mass times..." Trent trailed off, making Chase speak up to try and encourage him. "Picture Leo spinning fast..."

"Acceleration!" Trent called out, making Chase smile, while Emilia wore a surprised look on her face. "He's right!" Chase yelled, making Leo shake his head in protest before getting spun around by Trent.

As Chase continued to ask Trent questions, the boy resumed to getting them correct, making Leo get spun around even more. It had turned out that Trent had passed the physics test but he volunteered to be a gym teacher so he could get payed to torture the boys.

Emilia and Bree were walking down the stairs to see Chase and Leo by the bench. Chase smiled smugly as he looked at his sister. "Hey. We saw the yearbook. You take quite a photo, Hairy Mary." He laughed before Leo chimed in. "Yeah, the junior class just renamed you Señorita Sasquatch." Emilia whacked the boys' on their arms to scold them before leaning back into Chase's chest.

Bree smirked. "Eh, I'm not too worried. People are gonna forget all about my picture when they see what me and Emilia did to Adam." She said, sending the banshee a playful wink.

"Hey Bree and Em! I don't know where you got that hair gel you gave me..." Adam called out before walking into the hallway, with his hair grown into an afro, and extra armpit hair. "But I'm loving it!"

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