Wow, thanks for the reviews guys! They were really encouraging!

As for going into the Roman stuff, don't mind it. It was somewhat of an improv thing. Also, looks like this might be ValeriexDanny/Phantom. Hope you don't mind and hope you sort of, somewhat ship that.

:)

"Valerie, please tell me what a Roman Cohort is."

Mrs. Murphy's voice cut through Valerie Grey's thoughts and she sat upright, her brown eyes flying toward the teacher with inhuman speed. Mrs. Murphy stood there with a frown on her face, staring the dark skinned girl down. Valerie gave a reassuring smile and glanced down, quickly, at her book.

"A unit in the Roman Army: It was like a military unit which was equal to one-tenth of a Legion; it consisted of 300 to 600 men. I think there were five or so Cohorts. One is the best and Five being the worst. I believe Cohort means enclosure in Latin," Valerie replied, a smirk playing at her lips as she stared straight back at the teacher, a sort of determination in her eyes. Mrs. Murphy nodded, a smile playing at her lips as well, and turned back to the class, starting to explain what a Legion was.

Honestly, Valerie had simply brushed up on the means of Roman Military and how they worked (brutal little fellows they were). Of course, this was why she preferred the Greeks. So much simpler. Of course, they were weaker… at least their weapons were. Being made of Bronze they wouldn't have stood a chance against a Roman steel sword. Not even a Spartan. She chuckled, thinking of how much of a nerd she was.

Lifting her head slightly, her eyes scanned the room. Dash was sitting in his chair, feet up on the desk, and staring at Paulina with glazed eyes. The Latina girl herself was checking her makeup, her legs crossed and her body faced in basically the complete opposite direction. Sam Manson was drawing a few desks down, her short hair brushing into her face. Tucker was playing with something under the desk and-

"Mr. Foley, please stop texting in class, no one looks down at the crotch and smiles, thank you."

Tucker jumped, quickly stuffing the phone in his pocket with a nervous smile toward the teacher. Sam snorted and shook her head, returning toward her sketches and drawings. Danny, who was actually in class that day, smirked at Tucker and playfully punched his arm, the boy returned with a glare.

Valerie snickered. Sure, she wished she had friends like that. Good friends, who didn't care what the heck you did. Like Dr. Seuss once said, "Those who mind, don't matter and those who matter, don't mind." Still, as she watched Danny and Tucker converse about God knows what, she felt a bit of jealousy; especially toward Sam. She was friends with Danny and Tucker. Good friends too. Danny was probably one of the sweetest kids there was. And he was kind of cute too…Valerie froze at this thought. Did she seriously just say Danny Fenton was cute? EW, gross!

She shook her head, turning back to her history book. No… she liked… well, she didn't like Fenton, not at all. He was okay, nice and stuff… but defiantly not for her. He was like… Peter Parker… and she was that other girl, or something.

She shook her head, okay; forget the analogies for a moment. If anything, she liked Phantom. Maybe a little. But, something was wrong with that because he was dead. To put it bluntly at least. Still, it would've been awesome had he been alive. She marveled at the thought, they could've been together… well, if he lived in this time frame. She shivered at this; the thought of him having to die for her to at least know of him bothered her.

"Valerie, class is done. You may now exit this room."

Val looked up to see Fenton standing in front of her. He was smirking, his books held tightly in his arms. She sighed and glared at him.

"No duh Fenton, I didn't know, thanks."

"Obviously you didn't, because you were still sitting here staring off into space," her replied back cockily. Valerie shook her head and snatched up her stuff, stomping away furiously. Yeah, she had a… bit of a temper, but it seemed Fenton was the only one who could really get under her skin.

Exiting the classroom, she rushed to her locker before Byron could get there and stuffed everything in her backpack, including her volleyball clothes and rushed to the front doors. Suddenly, she was bombarded with screaming people, all rushing back in the opposite direction. Valerie was thrown to the side, being slammed against the lockers. She groaned, sliding to the floor with a muted thud. "What's going on?" she yelled out, just as someone else screamed:

"GHOST!"

Valerie's breath hitched and she quickly stood up. If there was a ghost there, that meant that Phantom would probably be there was well. The halls were practically cleared and she rushed in the direction of the where the ghost attack most likely was. The lights had an eerie purplish glow to them and the lockers were a neonish green color. She had just about turned the corner when a ghost went flying past her. She squealed and ducked out of the way, slamming herself against the lockers once more, breathing hard. She watched as the ghost, fortunately not Phantom, stood up shakily.

"My boxes will avenge me! Go, disperse and attack!" the blue ghost yelled, throwing his hands in the air. Tons of cardboard boxes flew by and Valerie quickly ducked. She heard another thud and then a green blast hit the blue ghost in the chest, sending him flying back into the lockers. Phantom flew forward, his hands glowing green. He looked slightly irritated, like any normal teenager, as he crossed his arms.

"What is this?" he asked the blue ghost, "the third time this week that we've fought. It's only Tuesday! Give me a break Boxie."

Valerie smiled slightly at his banter and watched as he took out a… thermos (?) and sucked (Oh, okay) the blue ghost into it. The ghost screamed, yelling something about boxes. With one final "BEWARE!" he was gone. Phantom sighed and landed on the ground with a sigh. Valerie watched as he stared at the damage; it wasn't too bad, mostly boxes just strewn on the ground, but he had still managed to dent a locker.

"Phantom!" she yelled, jumping forward with an exaggerated cry.

The ghost jumped up and spun around, a green ectoplasmic blast ready in his hand. Valerie shrunk back a bit but then he, thankfully, relaxed.

"Uh, hi," he said, stiffening up and glancing down at her. Valerie almost cursed; she hadn't thought this through. Of course, she had been impulsive (like always) and simply jumped out there (literally).

"Hey, I just wanted to say… uh, thanks. You know, for taking down that ghost," she stuttered, unsure of what else to say.

He shrugged, shaking the thermos idly. "You're welcome, I guess."

She nodded and watched as he turned intangible and flew away. Sighing deeply, she continued toward the front door of the school. A deep fleeing stirred in her stomach when she talked to him and she face palmed.

She was really too impulsive.

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