Chapter 5: Skylar's Confession

Chase's POV:

I'm desperate to get to the bottom of Bree's strange behavior at this point. I realize that today has been an emotional roller coaster for everyone, but that doesn't exactly explain Bree's actions. Why was she so determined to have me answer that extremely uncomfortable question, and why did it mean that much to her? More importantly, why did her disposition changed so suddenly after I mentioned that it was lucky that nothing like that happened between us when we were still in the lab? Unless.. NO, THAT'S PREPOSTEROUS! She couldn't possibly be interested in me, I'm just projecting my personal desires into the situation. "Bree, can you please honestly tell me why you want to know how I feel about siblings kissing so badly?", I ask. Bree rolls her eyes, and she looks annoyed. She fidgets a tad bit, then yanks her wrist free from my grasp. "I don't 'SO BADLY' want to know! I was just wondering what your opinion about it was. Never mind though, since you so obviously don't want to tell me how you REALLY FEEL about it!", Bree snaps. I flinch a little bit at the sharpness of her words. What does she mean by 'REALLY FEEL'? Her annoyed expression softens after seeing me flinch. She opens her mouth, as if she's about to speak, then she quickly closes it. She quickly turns around, and super speeds into the hyperlift. "BREE!", I shout.

Bree's POV:

UGH!!! I AM SO FUCKING STUPID! I SHOULD'VE NEVER ASKED HIM THAT! I just figured, after this morning... NO, STOP! GET THIS MORNING OUT OF YOUR HEAD, BREE! I hate that I snapped at him like that though, he didn't deserve it. I was just so frustrated! The hyperlift takes me back into the living room. I walk into the room, and notice that Kaz and Oliver fell asleep while watching a Star Wars marathon. I quietly tip-toe over to the couch, grab the remote, and shut off the tv. Oliver's head is resting on Kaz's shoulder, and Kaz has his arm wrapped around Oliver's side. I take out my phone, and snap a quick picture. I wonder if I could somehow use this picture as blackmail later on down the road? I sneak over to the stairs, then I super speed up them. I super speed all the way to Skylar and I's room. I take a deep breathe. I need to put whatever is going on with Chase and I to the side for a moment. Skylar needs me right now, and she deserves my full, undivided attention. I softly knock on the door. "Skylar? It's me, can I come in now?", I ask. After a hot minute of silence, I press my hear to the door. Maybe she fell asleep? I hear shuffling on the other side of the door. Okay, and maybe she's awake. This girl better open the door. She needs to talk about what happened, and get some closure. Also, on the off chance that Chase tries to look for me, I doubt he'd come by our room. Since Skylar's probably an emotional wreck at the moment.

Chase's POV:

I didn't think my prying would cause Bree to snap at me like that. She seemed visibly uncomfortable when I asked her why she acted the way she did. Perhaps I questioned her a little too much? Was I looking into her question more than I should have? It's fairly odd that after her persistence in receiving an answer to her question, that'd she back off so abruptly. What if, she's figured out how I currently feel about her? That's not too far of a stretch, especially after what happened this morning. I'D DIE, figuratively, if she knew. It would ruin our brother-sister dynamic, and the dynamic of the team. What if she found out, then told Mr. Davenport or the rest of the team?! The team and Mr. Davenport would be disgusted with me. I'd be sent back to the Academy immediately. No matter what Bree accuses me of, I must deny it with every fiber of my being. Maybe I should go talk to her, and see if she ACTUALLY thinks that I have romantic feelings for her? I think I will, just, not at this particular moment. She went upstairs to talk to Skylar. Skylar's emotional well being is currently more important than questioning Bree. So, what should I do now? I suppose I could always tinker with the immobilization serum again. Although, I quite like how it functions already. Plus it would be dangerous to tinker with it while my mind is currently elsewhere, so to speak. So all that's left to do would be to watch television with Oliver and Kaz, or to retire to my room early. I slowly walk to the hyperlift, and appear in the living room a moment later. I walk towards the television, and notice that it's off. Huh. Upon closer inspection, I realize that Kaz and Oliver fell asleep on the couch. Bree must have turned off the television before going upstairs. They look so, peaceful. I stare at them for a moment longer before quietly ascending the stairs.

Bree's POV:

Skylar opens the door to our room. I stare at her for a hot minute. Her eyes aren't red and puffy, and her face isn't tear stained. What the Hell? So unless she stopped crying like 30 minutes ago, something's fishy here. That would explain why it doesn't look like she had been crying, right? She moves over so I can come in. I walk into our room, then she closes and locks the door behind me. Seriously, you really had to lock the door again? The guys aren't gonna bust in here any time soon. Skylar super speeds past me to her bed. She sits on the edge, and motions for me to sit next to her. I walk over to her bed, and plop down next to her. She doesn't say anything for what feels like forever. I really fucking hope we're not just gonna sit here in silence. "So...", Skylar says. SO? THAT'S IT? "Yes?", I reply. "I guess you're probably wondering what happened, huh?", she asks. FUCKING DUH! THAT'S THE WHOLE REASON I FUCKING CAME UP HERE! I mean, and to make sure you're okay. Also to avoid Chase, BUT MAINLY TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE OKAY. "Yeah, I mean, I know some of the details, but I really wanna know your side of the story.", I say. Skylar takes a deep breathe. "Okay, so...", she starts.

Chase's POV:

I ascend the stairs until I reach the hallway. I pause for a moment. I really want to talk to Bree, but she's most likely talking to a very hurt Skylar at the moment. I sigh heavily, and slowly slink to my room. I open the door to my room, and I immediately notice that Kaz's side of the room is a complete mess. Oliver's side isn't exactly as neat and orderly as mine, but it isn't nearly as chaotic as Kaz's side. Have their sides of the room always been this messy? Perhaps I should tidy up their sides for them? I have some time to kill, and Oliver has been through a lot recently. Not to mention that all of Kaz's spare time will go into cheering up Oliver. Well, I have nothing better to do anyway, I just hope they won't become agitated because I rearranged their things. I get to work and start organizing and rearranging Kaz's extremely cluttered side of the room. After approximately 15 minutes of that, I get to work on Oliver's side. 5 minutes later, and the entire room is neatly organized. I smile proudly at my handy work. Then the overwhelming urge to use the bathroom then consumes me. I quickly walk out of my room, into the hallway, and towards the bathroom. I pass by Bree and Skylar's room, and come to an abrupt halt. I wonder how Skylar's doing... I quickly shake my head, and proceed towards the bathroom. If I attempted to ease drop on their conversation, and they caught me, they'd most likely murder me on the spot.

Bree's POV:

"Oliver and I were at the restaurant, and we having a great time. He was telling some bad jokes, and I was pretending they were funny. Then this guy walks up to our table. He started flirting with me, and don't get me wrong, he was pretty cute. But I was with Oliver, so there was no way anything could happen anyway. I know I should've told the guy I had a boyfriend, but I didn't think I really had to. It didn't really matter since I'd probably never see him again. He wrote down his number, and left it on the table. That's what happened.", Skylar says. So the guy WAS cute. Great, now I feel bad for Oliver. Not that I didn't feel bad for him to begin with, but now I REALLY feel bad for him. "So, were you JUST talking to the guy like you would any other person, or were you flirting back?", I ask. Skylar gives me this, 'are you fucking kidding me?', look. "OF COURSE I WASN'T! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D ASK ME THAT!", she defends. Wow, defensive much? "Well, Oliver was fuming when he stomped into the apartment during lunch. I don't think he'd ever get THAT angry with you, unless he had a reason to. I don't think that you INTENTIONALLY flirted back with the guy, but maybe Oliver misinterpreted your kindness?", I respond. She clearly won't admit to anything if I out right 'accuse' her of being flirty.

Chase's POV:

After I use the restroom, and properly sanitize my hands, I slowly walk down the hall towards the girls' room. Should I listen in for information regarding Skylar's perspective of what took place during her and Oliver's lunch date? I'm sure that Bree's most likely grilling Skylar for information at the moment. I decide to stand perfectly in between the bathroom and the girls' room. If for some reason they are somehow alerted of my presence, I can play it off like I'm just leaving the bathroom. I activate my super hearing, and focus it towards the girls' room. "How do you 'misinterpret' kindness? I didn't want to be rude to the guy, and that's all there is to it.", Skylar says. Could Bree possibly be questioning Skylar's actions? I assumed that Bree would blame the majority of the fight on Oliver, since she's closer to Skylar than she is Oliver. If she is questioning Skylar's actions, I'm glad. That she isn't letting any biases interfere with her judgement skills. "Well, there's being kind, and being OVERLY kind. Like, for example, if you were interested in the guy. But you couldn't actually full on come onto the guy because of Oliver, but at the same time you didn't want to flat out tell the guy to take a hike because he's hella cute. You'd be nice, with a hint of flirtiness to your voice and actions.", Bree says. Interesting, so Bree believes that Skylar actually liked the guy who flirted with her at the restaurant. I wonder why she thinks that? I probably missed some of the conversation while I went to the bathroom to relieve my bladder. Curse you bladder!

Bree's POV:

"I WASN'T! At least, I don't really think I was...", Skylar trails off. HOW DOES SHE NOT KNOW IF SHE WAS BEING FLIRTY OR NOT?! Skylar quickly shakes her head. "It doesn't matter if I was being 'flirty' or not! Either way, I still really hurt Oliver, and I feel awful about that. No matter what happened, I never wanted to hurt him.", Skylar says. I mean, it kinda does matter. Skylar's gonna have to talk to Oliver eventually, and when she does, she can't have indecisive answers like that. It might only make things worse. "Skylar, I'm going to ask you an extremely important question. I need you to answer me HONESTLY. Do you like Oliver?", I ask. Her admitting that she does is the 1st step to mending their relationship. Skylar stares at me with wide eyes. Damn, the question's not that hard to answer. We all know that she likes Oliver, for some reason. So why is she hesitating? "What kind of a question is that? We've been dating haven't we?", Skylar snaps. I'm taken back a bit by the sharpness of her words. Is she really that mad at me for questioning her feelings for Oliver? I quirk my brow at her. She quickly looks down. "Sorry, it's just. I feel like everyone's always questioning why I'm with Oliver, and the truth is... Oliver's a great guy, and an amazing friend, but do I actually have FEELINGS for him? I don't actually know.", Skylar quietly says.