Note- Because I know nothing of American school schedules, I will be using the semester system used in Canada. (It's the only one I know and I'm too lazy to look any others up. Besides, life's a lot easier with only four classes at a time.)
Chapter 2
If there was one thing that Daniel Fenton hated more than school, it was Dash Baxter. The unfortunate sixteen year old had fallen prey to Dash and his cruel pranks once again. He wasn't sure what had set the star quarterback off this time, probably failing a test or something along those lines, but he was sure that it hadn't warranted him getting shoved into the garbage can and rolled into the girl's washroom. Not only did he reek like garbage, but his face was red from being slapped so many times.
"Danny!" The raven haired teen looked up at the sound of his name. Running towards him was his best friend Tucker Foley. He was a techno geek in the school and dressed like one too. He wore a yellow long sleeved shirt, green cargo pants, hiking boots and his ever present red beret.
The techno geek jogged up to his long-time friend and gave him a quick once over. "What happened? Was it Dash?" The African-American asked with a frown. Danny nodded while pulling a rotten piece of food out of his hair.
"Dash thought it was funny to throw me in a garbage can and roll me into the girl's washroom." Danny grumbled with narrowed eyes.
"Oh man, the ladies room? I wish…" Tucker drooled as he zoned out. He shook his head to bring himself back to his senses. "Come on man, let's get you cleaned up." The pair trudged to the bathroom where they proceeded to spend the next block trying to get the awful stench of the raven haired teen.
When they arrived in second period, they were greeted by a very angry Mr. Lancer. The fat teacher glared at the two sheepish teens as they slipped into the room. As they got settled in their usual seats at the back of the class, Mr. Lancer made his way to the back of the room.
"I want to see you two after class." He whispered angrily before returning to his place at the front of the class. Both males sighed unhappily.
"What do you want to say man?" Tucker asked quietly.
"I might as well tell him the truth. It's not like he can deny it when I reek of garbage."
"True. Man, you really have to stop getting into trouble."
Danny rolled his eyes. "It's not like I go looking for trouble. I just seem to be a magnet for it."
A petite girl walked over to the two males. "You must be the kid that got pushed into the girl's washroom in the garbage can." The girl laughed. "Do you mind if I join you?" Her voice was nothing like her body. It was strong, affirmative. The girl knew who she was and what she wanted. Danny took a minute to look at her. She wore heavy black combat boots, purple tights, a black and green plaid skirt that stopped at mid-thigh, and a black top that stopped just above her midriff. Her shoulder length hair fell in a heavy black curtain around her face, making her soft features more defined. A light layer of black makeup accentuated her features. Her purple lipstick covered lips pursed as she waited for their response.
Danny gave the new girl a flustered smile and gestured to the seat beside him. 'You're welcome to sit, but I'm sorry if I smell like garbage." His smile was sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Sam smirked and pulled out the chair beside him and promptly sat down, setting her books down beside her. Tucker adjusted his red beret and reached across Danny to shake the new girl's hand.
"The name's Tucker Foley. Or T.F. for Too Fine." He winked at her. She tried to stifle her laughter with her hand.
"Samantha Manson, but call me Sam if you want to keep your head. And you're not my type." She smirked at Tucker's comically executed dejected look.
"I guy can dream…." He gazed at the white board with a wistful look on his face. Danny laughed and offered her his hand, which she took happily.
Suddenly, they both froze. Fire raced through Danny's bloodstream, but it wasn't harming him. As far as he could tell, it was originating from the points were Sam's skin was touching his own. His chest constricted painfully with some unnamed emotion. For a few seconds, he couldn't move. Shocked amethyst eyes locked with widened crystalline blue and Danny was no longer frozen. He inhaled shakily and yanked his hand away.
"My name's Danny." He said hastily before turning his attention to Mr. Lancer at the front of the class and fighting to control his rapid pulse.
Sam was confused. Never in her life had she run into someone who could do that to her. She wasn't sure what it had felt like for him, but for her it had felt like ice was seeping into her blood. It was comforting, but it was also concerning. Her inner fire had not responded to the extreme chill that had refused to leave her core since the incident. Did it mean what she thought it meant? The teen sighed and pulled the top layer of her hair into a small ponytail and tied it up with a small green elastic.
She wasn't quite sure what to make of Danny. He was a good kid from what she could tell, but his behavior stumped her. Whenever there was a ghost around, a wisp of cold air would escape his mouth and he would jump up and make an excuse to leave the room. When he was gone, she could hear two ghosts fighting and her inner fire and the new cold feeling urged her to join the battle.
Tucker always seemed to cover for him, as if this was a normal occurrence for the sixteen year olds. She was curious and she wanted answers. Normally, she could care less, but if this weird connection brought her into this, she had a right to know what was up with Danny. Unfortunately, that also meant that he had a right to know what she was. She might have to wait for a while before she could talk to him though; both Tucker and Danny had gotten detention.
An hour later, the two boys fled the school. They looked exhausted. Their clothes were wrinkled and dirty; well, Danny's clothes were much dirtier than Tucker's, but not that it mattered. Sam stood quietly and walked over to the two boys.
"Danny!" Both boys jumped and wheeled around, their postures tense. The two boys gave her smiles; Tucker's was easygoing and relaxed while Danny's was tense and uneasy.
"Hi Sam." Sam nodded to Tucker before turning her full attention to Danny.
"Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone." She clarified before either male could object. Tucker flashed Danny a grin before walking away.
"See you two later!" He yelled over his shoulder.
Once he was out of sight, Sam brought Danny to a secluded area in the nearby park. Confusion was written on the boy's face as he tried to understand what was going on. He opened his mouth to speak but Sam interrupted him.
"What was with earlier?" Sam wasn't normally one to pry, but she was willing to make an exception. Danny raised his eyebrows.
"What are you talking about Sam?" The succubus restrained a growl.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about Fenton." She hissed while grabbing his hand and stepping into his personal space. The blue eyed teen went rigid as her skin brushed against his. The icy feeling was back at full force. The breath left her lungs in a strangled gasp. There was something exhilarating about his touch. She looked up at him; she had known he was tall, but she had been unaware of how tall until she was forced to look up at him. An urge weaseled its way to the forefront of her mind and demanded that it be acted on. She wanted to raise herself up and kiss this strange boy that she barely knew.
As if he read her mind, his lips came crashing down on hers. Her eyes widened before she closed them and melted into the kiss. The kiss was brief and passionate, but it was completely fueled by instinct. They separated quickly, but Sam was still grasping Danny's hand. Danny looked alarmed as he searched for a reason to explain his rash behavior.
"You're not completely human, are you Danny?" Her voice was gentle, not accusing. A guarded look crossed his face and he pulled away from her grip. Fear flashed in his eyes as he stepped away from her. She whimpered at the loss of contact with the strange male. Before she could say anything else, he turned and ran. A broken gasp escaped her throat and she fell to her knees. The moment he had rejected her, she felt as if something had been torn from her heart.
A.N. – Dash's prank was actually something that happened to my mom when she was in high school. XD The difference is that my mom's friends pushed her into the guys washroom and did that to her because it was her birthday. (It was meant in good fun. The garbage can was empty in my mom's case. That's what she got for being friends with a bunch of guys!) LOL! Danny was not so fortunate…. Ah well.
~Serai
