A.N. (3-1-12): Hey! No, I didn't forget about this story! (Ok, I admit it, I forgot about it until about four months ago, but was too busy to start this story back up again. Do I get bonus points for being honest? :3) Well, I've decided to edit this story, (but the plot's still the same) so it 's better! (K, cut me some slack for this story, it's my second fanfic ever .) Anyway, I'm on chapter 9 as of now, so except more updates soon! (Which, knowing me, means in a month or two, lol just kidding) BD

Disclaimer: (Why is this even necessary... It's FANfiction, of course we don't own the thing we're writing about!) IDNODP,MF (I do not own Danny Phantom, my friends)

Sam glanced over at Valerie, then back to the school clock, which read 8:07.

Come on Danny! I don't wanna lose! Hurry your butt up! Sam opened her phone, then lay down with her head on her arms that were on her desk, giving the impression that she was tired when in actuality her phone was pressed against her ear.

"Hello?" Danny voice was heard.

"Ssshh!" Sam hissed, glancing over at Lancer's desk. Thankfully he didn't look suspicious of Sam's faking sleepiness. "Not so loud, I'm already in Lancer's class. Where the hell are you?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm about to phase through the school- Oh, crap!" Danny suddenly hung up.

Dangit! Sam groaned and slipped her phone into her bag.

"So, Sam. Sorry for your bet yet? You know I could be nice and call it off and save you the embarrassment if you and Tucker promise to not stand in my way when I go after Danny." The annoying and nauseating voice of Valerie Gray sounded behind Sam, making her eye twitch. She turned around, putting on her poker face.

"Ha! Yeah, right. I'm gonna love tomorrow, when you walk in the school dressed up as Nasty Ned." Sam inwardly smirked when she saw Valerie's eyes widen at Sam's decision for her bet.

"That's not half as bad as you playing in the Casper high volleyball team. The. Entire. Season." Valerie was unfazed by Sam's icy glare. "Oh, look. It's 8:09 and thirty seconds. Life must really suck to be you, Miss Manson." Sam shuddered with fury as she watched the clock, about ready to rip her book in half. The clock mercilessly continued ticking away. Ten…. Nine…. Eight…. Seven…. Six…. Five…. Four…. Three…. Two…. One…. The bell rang a moment before Danny sprinted into the classroom and practically jumped over the desks like hurdles on track day. He swung into his seat and placed his books on his desk.

"I'm here! I'm here on time!" He panted , hoping to be marked on time.

"No, he's not, Mr. Lancer! He came in after the bell! That means he's late!" Valerie cried out.

"Mr. Lancer, he's so totally on time! He was in the door when the bell rang! That means he doesn't get a tardy!" Sam argued.

"No way!" Valerie shouted. No way was she gonna give up and expose her little secret to all of Casper High and be humiliated all the way through graduation.

"Yeah-huh!" Sam stood up on her seat and put her hands on her hips. Volleyball? Talk about embarrassment. That sport was for wussy little chicks that wore shorts way too small and were obsessed about their version of "teamwork".

Valerie stood up on her seat, clenching her fists threateningly.

"Honestly, Val? There are five year olds scarier than that." Sam folded her arms with indifference and rolled her eyes.

"You wanna go, little miss vampire-bat girl? I would so take you down in two seconds flat." Valerie glared back.

"Seriously? All you could come up with is the unoriginal call-a-goth-a-bat insult? Paulina's better at this game than you!"

Valerie prepared to spring at Sam, unfortunately interrupted by Lancer who finally got up to break up the potential fight by standing in between the two.

"Girls! 'Chill the 'tude'! If it means that much to you, we can go over to the computer and review the tape I have from the security camera." Lancer said, walking the two to his desk.

He rewound the tape to 8:09:49:000 A.M. and they watched patiently. He paused it immediately when all of Danny was in the classroom.

"HA! He was late! I told ya!" Valerie practically started dancing.

"Miss Manson, I'm afraid Miss Gray is right and your friend was indeed late." Lancer pointed to the time on the screen. It read 8:10:00:158 A.M.

"WHAT?" Sam screeched. "BY ONLY ABOUT A TENTH OF A SECOND! THAT IS SOO CHEAP!"

"Technically, if you round it, it's two tenths of a second." Valerie smirked.

"SHUT UP!" Sam stomped back to her seat and grouchily sat back down. Oh goody, I always wanted to play on the volleyball team. Sam thought sarcastically.

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