A/N: From the awesome mind of Cookmeup--

A somewhat serious fic. I'm slightly getting freaked out that it's gonna suck, reading other people's stories. I don't plan things or events out. I write them here as they come to me. That can be good or bad; I suppose that depends on how you look at it. I wish I could write perfect little outlines, but I can't.  BTW, I suck at starting stories, so don't change the fic!

Chapter 1

The New Chick

BANG!

Danny jumped as if a bucket of freezing water had just been poured over his head.

"Dude, wake up! If I have to go through the school day fully alert, so do you!" Tucker yelled after slamming the locker door in Danny's face. Danny was silently zoning, his eyes glazed over, but not anymore.

"Hey, I only got two hours of sleep last night," Danny said with a raspy voice, "Give me a break, will ya?"

"Skulker again?" Sam asked in an exasperated tone.

"Surprisingly no," Danny replied, "But because he was bugging me all week, I didn't have time to finish Lancer's report, which I was up for hours working on, which I know I won't get anything over a "C" on."

"You need to live by Sam's 'all things popular are overrated' motto. In this case: sleep." Tucker joked.

"Easy for you to say. I'm pretty sure I can feel bags forming under my eyes," Danny said as the 5-minute warning bell rang.

Sam patted him on the back. "Things will get better."

"Thanks," Danny said with a tired smile. "Buts it's weird hearing you be optimistic. Maybe you could tone down the creepy cheeriness?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Come on, we better get to class before Lancer marks us tardy."

The three friends made their way to their first-hour seats in Lancer's class a minute before the bell rang.

"Good job making it to class on time, Mr. Fenton." Lancer spoke up; who Danny hadn't noticed had made his way over to Danny's desk.

"Thanks, Mr. Lancer." Danny said, a bit too happily.

Lancer raised an eyebrow at Danny's tone, but continued on, "And your report is finished?"

"Yah, it is."

"Along with the cover sheet?"

"Cover sheet?" Danny asked, slightly downcast. Cover sheet? Where did that come in? He was up for hours, how did he manage to miss the word cover sheet?

"Yes, I believe it is in your rubric?" Lancer finished as the bell rang. Sure enough, as Danny pulled out his rubric for the report, in bold print the words "cover sheet…15 pts." were written on the middle of the page. He mentally kicked himself for overlooking something so simple.

"It'll get better," Sam whispered to Danny again, who was looking pretty depressed.

"Yah, just not when I want it to," Danny replied.

About ten minutes into class, Danny was staring at the ceiling, not having a clue what was happening in class or in his mind. A loud SLAM of the door brought him back to earth and he wondered if he had finally mastered the art of sleeping with his eyes open. He tuned back into class and noticed that a girl with flowy, brown hair was standing and talking to Mr. Lancer.

"Yah, I'm really sorry I'm late, I didn't get my schedule until about five minutes ago," The girl explained to Mr. Lancer.

"So the school got a new bimbo to add to their overly-large collection of super-bimbos." Danny heard Sam say. But Danny knew better, this was no bimbo; he knew this girl and she had to be the spawn of Satan. Or a cross between Paulina and Sam, which was a lethal combination.

"No. Not a bimbo. More like the devil herself," Danny replied.

"Dude, you know this girl?" Tucker asked, joining in on the conversation.

"Yah, but not in a good way."

"But she's hot!" Tucker argued, "Just knowing her is good. And you never say that a hot girl is evil. You even stuck up for Paulina. How do you even know her?"

It was a complicated story. Danny settled for a "I'll tell you later," just before Mr. Lancer announced that there was a new student.

"Class, we have a new student who just moved here. This is Miss Victoria Caning" Lancer said.

"Actually, I just like Tori," Tori corrected.

"Okay then Tori, you can take a seat beside Mr.Fenton."

"Fenton?" Tori asked.

"Yes, in the back," Lancer pointed out. Tori set her gaze on Danny and her jaw suddenly became set cold and her lips thinned into a slight smirk. She walked to her new seat.

"Hello, Fenton," She said coldly.

"Hello, Caning," Danny replied just as robotic as he lifted an eyebrow. "Wasn't expecting you here."

"Believe me; if I had known you were gonna be here, I wouldn't have expected myself here either."

"Hi, I'm Dash Baxter, quarterback," Dash said cockily from in front of Tori. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Fentonia. And you shouldn't pay any attention to that loser."

"Thanks," Tori replied with a sweet smile on her face. Danny couldn't believe she was smiling at Dash. One of the very few rare things that he'd seen Tori do, she was doing to Dash: smiling. Tori continued on, though, "But I've already figured that out," and her smile quickly faded away.

That didn't stop Dash, who hadn't been paying too much attention to her face, "Hey, maybe you could come see me at the game tomorrow and we could meet up? I could show you some of my moves."

"Yah…maybe," Tori replied warily and looked over at Danny who rolled his eyes. Tori gave a slight giggle and quickly stopped herself before Danny noticed she was giggling at him. But Danny did notice and gave her a confused look. She replied with a smirk and as if making up for her slip, she told Dash,"Sure, Cash, I'd love to come to your game, and we can catch a movie later too."

"Oh, great!" Dash replied happily, "But it's Dash, not Cash…" But by this time Tori was taking notes, a little too intrigued by Lancer's Shakespeare lecture in Danny's opinion.

Odd little conversations while writing Get The Girl

Erica: You're writing a story?

Me: Yah. It's gonna blow your pants.

Erica: Excuse me?