DISCLAIMER: Ok, so you wish it, so shall it be! Slipups of the Ghostly Kind from Danny's PoV. This should be fun!
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
"Hey Fenton!"
Danny turned around at the familiar shout, shutting his locker as he did. Long experience had taught the boy that whenever Dash approached him it was safer to have all locker doors shut.
"Guess what! I just got my math test back and you know what I got?"
Danny chose to remain silent. He knew Dash had failed or the jock wouldn't be yelling about it. He just stared at Dash, his unblinking, icy-blue eyes meeting Dash's angry ones.
This happened every day, Dash taking out his latest failing grade on the 14-year-old freshman. Sometimes he didn't even have to have any apparent reason, he just decided to keep up his little "tradition."
"Well" Dash demanded.
"Dash, if you're gunna take your F out on me can you hurry it up? I've gotta get home." Danny said in a resigned voice. He really had no time for this, he had already had to deal with Technus and ditch math class to do it, he didn't want to deal with Dash any longer then he had to.
Dash, however, seemed to take the bored request as some sort of challenge and gave a roar as he lunged at the raven-haired teen. His hand found the collar of Danny's white and red t-shirt, lifting the boy in the air.
"You're gunna regret talking back to ME Fenton!" he yelled, slamming Danny into the lockers behind him.
Any other day it would have ended there, with that threat, same as always, but not today. Today, Dash decided to take every bit of his unfounded rage out on his smaller classmate. He rammed his free fist into Danny's stomach, causing the boy to let out a startled gasp, his bored expression quickly flying off his face, replaced with one of panic.
Dash socked Danny across the face with all he had, as the startled teen became even more surprised. He could feel himself loose control, his eyes flashing a glowing green. He tried to yell at Dash to back off as his reflexes took control. The next thing the boy knew his blonde classmate was slumped on the ground across form him passed out.
What had he done?
He looked around for help and saw Mr. Lancer headed towards them. The teacher hurried over to the jock and tried to gently wake him.
The athlete didn't move. Danny, however, sat heavily on the ground.
What had he done?
He had hurt Dash, bad. He didn't want to, but he couldn't help it. Dash had come at him and Danny hurt the jock. He and his reflexes.
His stupid reflexes.
What had he done?
"Danny!"
He was shaken out of his thoughts by his teacher's sharp voice.
"I said, get the nurse. Now!"
Danny could only nod as he stood and ran off towards nurse Rose's office, that single question running through his mind.
What had he done?
Ok. I made this slightly longer than the first chapter of SotGK. I hope you all liked it. Remember, it gets better I swear. I haven't written from Danny's PoV before.
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