There were days when Danny would sit down and think tom himself triumphantly, "Damn, I'm Danny Phantom!" As he always heard, with great powers comes great responsibility, or great advantages in his case. Some of the best things about being half-ghost was that he could just fly to school instead riding the cramped school bus, or he could just go intangible if he ever got food on him and just watch it slide off his body. Hell, he could even use his powers to pull off some pranks. But there were times when he'd sit down and think, "Damn, I'm Danny Phantom" and all the disadvantages of having ghost powers, like staying up all night fighting ghosts that were terrorizing Amity Park and bringing them back to the ghost zone.
It was evident that Danny was far beyond exhaustion, and the dark bags under his blue eyes were proof of that. He could barely pay attention to whatever Lancer was lecturing about, much less keep his head up. Danny's eyelids fluttered shut and his head drooped down, a quiet snore slithered out from his throat. Lancer calmly walked up to Danny's desk and slammed a textbook right beside the slumbering boy's head. Danny snorted and sat up, a startled look on his face.
"Chicken butt!" He yelped.
The class erupted into laughter and Lancer raised an eyebrow. "Well, Mr. Fenton. Since you obviously seem be disinterested in today's lesson, I expect a sixteen hundred word essay analyzing The Great Gatsby and its themes at the beginning of class next Monday. No exception." The class bell rang and the students filed out of the classroom. Danny groaned and shuffled out the doorway, meeting up Tucker by the bank of lockers.
"Danny, you look like you're ready to drop dead, " Tucker joked. When his friends fired cold glares in his direction, he nervously chuckled and smiled. "Get it? Drop dead? 'Cause, you're half dead, and you're half Drop dead? 'Cause, you're half dead, and you're half ghost, so... I'll stop."
"How hilarious, Tuck. I forgot how to laugh, " Danny rolled his eyes. "I didn't get any sleep last night because I got caught up in fighting the ghosts Dad let loose from the ghost zone. By the time I got home, it was already morning. And now I have to write an essay and turn it in in a week!"
Tucker watched his friend repeatedly bash his head against a locker and draped his arm around his shoulder. "Come on, Danny. You have to look on the bright side of things. It's homecoming season, which means you have a variety of babes to choose from as your date, assuming that you plan to take Sam with you after that whole fight you had."
Danny sighed and continued to bang his head on the locker. The two became official right after Danny saved the planet from an asteroid, no thanks to Vlad, and everything was going completely smooth. Danny was popular, Sam was his girlfriend, and everyone in Amity Park saw the half-ghost teenager as a hero more than a foe. Great, right? Wrong. So terribly wrong. It was one thing to deal with ghosts who plot to destroy him and conquer the world, but having to deal with an angry girlfriend was something entirely different. Lately, the two have been fighting, whether it be about the constant fangirls, or fighting, whether it be about the constant fangirls, or how Danny shows up late to their dates because of ghost hunting, or how Danny doesn't support Sam's idea. Just two weeks ago, Sam and Danny got in a huge fight about Sam using Danny as the face of her latest protest about banning animal dissection all across the school district without even talking to him about it. That was the last time they even spoke before Sam stormed out to attend her protest alone.
"To be honest, I'm don't think I'm going, " Danny said forlornly, which really bummed him out. He had this whole plan to ask out Sam to be his date, but with their relationship is in now, it didn't seem like the best idea. When Tucker didn't say anything, Danny looked over at his friend and found a dreamy eyed, lovestruck look on his face. Danny waved his hands in front of Tucker's face. "Uh, hello? Earth to Tucker? What are you staring at?"
"Her," Tucker practically moaned and pointed a finger down the hall. Standing in front of a locker with a school map in hand was a girl with amethyst violet eyes, chocolate brown hair with caramel highlights that ripples down to her waist. Outlining her hourglass figure was a yellow blazer with black cuffs over a white blouse with a black bow tied around collar that was neatly tucked into a black box pleated skirt that hangs just above the knee. Adorning her generous ample thighs were thigh high white stockings and a black leather ballerina flats with a white toe cap cap and a black bow on top. Around her neck is a velvet black choker with a black and gold crystal honey bee brooch with diamonds on the wings. "Goddamn, she's hot. Instead of chasing after Paulina, you have have been chasing after her. Just look at those sexy thighs."
Danny couldn't deny that she was pretty. Compared to Paulina, she was goddess, and Danny wasn't the only one who thought that. At least every single person was staring at the brunette, whispering amongst themselves and eyeing her up and down. The bell rang, signaling that next period had started, and the girl slammed her locker shut and slung her backpack over her shoulder. She locked eyes with Danny for a brief moment and winked, causing Danny to tense up in the spot, and proudly strided down the hallway, the crowd parting like the red sea.
Tucker and Danny just stood in their spots af if they were glued, staring after the brunette beauty and looked at each other. "Fuck," they said simultaneously.