So new territory for me! I'd like to thank LacedWithIce, Lemonybean, and spoodle monkey to the introduction to the wonderful world of swaggerbishie! Here's my take on this Prince and the Pauper-esque love story...

"FENTON!" screamed Dash.

"Great," Danny said sighing. "I wish my ghost sense could let me know why Dash was in a bad mood."

"Relax, man, maybe he's just trying to find his partner for Chemistry," Tucker joked lightly. He knew he was wrong, given how loud the blonde boy had screamed the name.

Danny mulled over just going invisible and get to 2nd period English before Dash grabbed, but he decided against the idea.

"What do you want, Dash?" Danny said nonchalantly, as he closed his locker, with his back toward Dash. Only to be slammed into it.

"I failed my Chemistry test! I even went and to see your sister for tutoring again and I still failed," Dash screamed at Fenton's face as he turned the smaller teen around and grabbed him by the collar of his typical white shirt with the red dot on the chest. Dash slammed him into the locker again. "And now I get to work with you on our project that Mr. Tolsoyski gave us! I don't know why we couldn't choose our own partners!" Dash yelled at Danny releasing him. Danny slid down the metal indention from the wall.

"I think he wanted us to get to know the other students and develop our interpersonal skills with students that with whom we don't typically partner up. Why else would he have stuck me with Star," Sam chimed in on the argument, barely holding back the clear disdain she even had for the satellite of Pauline, or in Sam's words – that shallow, little witch.

Dash glared at her. He knew better than to hit a woman, so he just glared. "Mason, you've caused enough trouble this year and if that's the case, I've got a whole football team I could have chosen from since I always pair up with Kwan!"

"Yeah, but, Dash, are any of them that are in our class smarter than Sam or Tucker?" Danny said as he pulled himself up from the floor, rubbing his shoulder.

"GRRR! I'm so outta here," yelled Dash. "But before I go," Dash got in Danny's face and whispered to the boy, "I'll be at your house at 2100 tonight after practice. No funny business."

English was hell. All Danny was thinking about was Dash coming over tonight. What would possess him to want to come over to my house? He could have said to meet up at the library. I know that his house all the way across town, and the library is like a couple blocks from mine. What is he planning?

A blue wisp of cold ghost energy passed from his lips.

Shit, not now. Danny looked around and listened for any one of his enemies that was known for attacking him at school. Skulker, Ember, Desirée, that old Lunch Lady, Walker, Technus, Fright Night, the Box Ghost… Well, he could handle the Box Ghost…

But no one of them appeared. Lancer walked in with a new student. Cobalt blue Chucks adorned the feet with white laces, khaki slacks, with a sky blue dress shirt, a mahogany bowtie and a corduroy blazer dressed the boy. "Good Morning, Class," Lancer started in his usual chipper voice. "We have a new student from–"

"Salem 'eights, Minnesota," interrupted the blue haired boy.

"Yes, Salem Heights," Lancer looked at the boy with disdain for interrupting, although he was used to it. "His name is Albert Ross."

" 'Ello," Ross stated with a feigned accent. He looked at Sam, flashed a smile, and winked. She just sat there like, Huh?

"Alright, Mr. Ross, take your see there by Star, and we'll begin class. Now, what were we talking about Friday–"

Danny tuned out everything Lancer was saying, like anything else was new in the semester he'd had his ghost powers. Why did my ghost sense go off? Is that new kid a ghost? Is he a half-ghost like me? Why is he smiling at me?

Albert looked across the room to Danny, with a pleasant smile beaming. So this is the famous Casper High in Amity Park. Have they been through here? I've heard that there's been a high level of spectral energy surrounding this town, I'm sure they have. I hate chasing after them. I hope I'll find them some day.

After Lancer finished lecturing for the day (and the bell had rung), Danny made it to his locker where there was a note taped on the door. Danny took it down and opened it up. "Hey, was wondering if you wer–" The note got snatched out of his hand. Sam looked at the note and turned three shades of jealous. "Whatever," she said as she shoved the note back into Danny's chest. What's her problem? It's not like we're dating, thought Danny.

Three lockers down, Danny noticed the new kid, Alphonse, struggling with the locker combination. He walked down to him. "Hey, man, this one's a bit finicky. Once you put in the combination, you gotta bang the lock mechanism to release the lock. Like so," as he demonstrated to the blue haired boy. "Name's Danny, I had this locker when I first got here. I noticed you were in my 2nd period English with Lancer."

"Thanks, man. The name's Albert. But you can call me Al, or even Ross, I don't like Albert," the kid said with a slight cringe of disdain in his voice underneath his slight southern drawl. "Guessin' the metal's too damaged from bullying, huh?"

Danny stared at the boy and thought, How does he know about me being bullied? Oh yeah, bullying is universal. "Yeah, pretty much. And the school is too cheap to spring for new mechanisms."

"Same bullshit, different school, right" Ross questioned with a smile at the half-ghost.

"Welcome to Casper High."

3rd and 4th periods for Danny–Algebra and Phys. Ed., respectively–were boring as usual. Al wasn't in his algebra class but Danny did notice that he had the same period for gym. He took notice in the locker room that underneath the sci-fi geek of a boy was a rather cut body–an emerging 6-pack, that 'v' some of the cheerleaders (and Sam) were always talking about, very toned biceps and triceps, and a slightly hairy chest with some defined pectoral muscles. Dash came up to the boy and Danny started to walk over to the new kid to spare him a beating.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A loser-geek trying to be an athlete. I gotta say man, that's a nice physique you got. What's your name?"

"Al. Al Ross."

"Well, Al Ross, name's Dash, this is Kwan, and these two here are Jeremiah and Scott. We're the main force on the football team and in the school."

"That's great to know, dude. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get dressed in peace," Ross said as he turned away from the team and started to put on his black shirt.

"Hey, don't you disrespect me like that! I'm the king of Casper High."

"Yeah well, from where I'm standing, I don't give to katydi's. You can be the Pope of BFE, for all I care. Can I get dressed in peace?" Ross asked in stern voice as he straightened his back and pulled his shoulders apart. From this view, since he was behind the new kid, Danny could see a very well form set of delts, defining a broad set of shoulders. Ross stood inches from his attacker and about the same height, maybe two inches shorter than Dash. His ghost sense flashed again. Where is the ghost, Danny thought as his eyes scrambled around the locker room. Someone was standing up to Dash and this was going to be interesting.