Thanks for reading Chapter 1! Idk if I put in the other chapter, that this is after gym class, but i'm telling you here: Gym class is just finishing up and the boys are changing back into their street clothes. R&R!
"So, what are you gonna do? Fight me, Rossironi? Cause I'm quarterback of the football team. Ain't nobody here's tough enough or brave enough to beat me yet!"
"The key word in that statement was yet," Ross said has his brow furrowed into anger, getting in the boy's face. Suddenly, Ross looked as though he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, backing and turning away from Dash. "I may look small but I pack quite a punch, Dashy-boy. I'm sure I could run circles around you six ways from Sund'y. But here's the problem, I'll never throw the first punch," Ross stated as he grabbed his gym bag from the bench in locker room. With that thought out of his head and mouth, he left the locker room, fully dressed in his cosplay outfit.
Dash was dumbfounded by the boy's statement, and when Dash got dumbfounded, he had a tendency to hit things (or people, whichever the case may be).
Danny instantly went invisible and intangible so he could slip through the metal lockers. He grabbed his jeans and white shirt as he phased through the metal containers so he could go the bathroom in the hall and change. He wanted to be as far away from Dash as possible!
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Lunch time:
Fenton came out of the bathroom in his street clothes, with gym clothes in tote. He had successfully avoid the wrath of the quarterback and bully. Wow, wish I could do that! As Phantom, I can, but if I tried that as Fenton I'd be pummeled even quicker, Danny thought to himself as he was putting his clothes back into his locker.
Next up on his to-do list: Lunch.
Danny had come to be wary of lunch since Sam had that ultra-recyclo shit that week at the beginning of the semester. He was afraid that that old Lunch Lady ghost would comeback. He smelled like steak for weeks after the incident; dogs were chasing him for hours as Phantom when he went on patrol. What's on the menu for today, Danny wondered as he went to Sam's locker. He was sort of hoping that what ever mood she was in before had sort of dissipated since then. "Hey, Sam!"
"Danny," was all he got as she slammed the metal door.
"So are you still sore about that note? Honestly, Sam, I don't know who sent it and I'm probably not even going to go. I never know what my weekend plans are since I got these powers. And typically they somehow always involve you anyway, so why are you so fussy?"
"I don't know, I just…"
"Hey, guys! Ready for lunch? I hear they've got hamburgers today," Tucker exclaimed as he joined the two entering into the cafeteria.
"AWESOME!"
"great…" Sam sighed with utter despair. "I'm glad I pack my lunch now. It's simpler."
The boys went through the line to get the meat, while Sam looked around the place for a seat. She noticed the boy from 2nd period eating alone. He had a huge salad in front of him, which he seemed to be enjoying. She got a little giddy and halfway skipped over to him. She looked down at the salad, and underneath the load of honey mustard dressing, she saw a couple of chicken. She looked up to the boy, Well, he's kinda cute. I guess I can sit here with him since a) he's alone, being the new kid, and b) I practically ran over here since I saw him eating the salad.
"Hey, there, darlin'," Al said. "Nice to meet you, I'm Al."
He has a nice smile and a complete Whovian, Sam thought as she sat across from him. "I'm Sam. Don't we have 2nd period English together?"
"I think so. I move around so much that all my periods and classmates kinda blur into one big eight hour day," Al said as he took a bite of the salad.
Sam inspected the salad more closely now that she was closer to it. It was a healthy salad different leaves of several types of lettuce. She took note of the pineapple chunks, blackberries, and chopped almonds mixed in the roughage. It actually looked pretty good, but it had chicken. "What kind of salad is that?"
"Don't know. I found the recipe once when I was younger and made it. Love the dressing, it's a homogenous pineapple juice and ranch mix; it has this calypso, Hawaiian taste to it," the boy said with a shuffle of his hands as if they were on top of a set of DJ records. "Wanna try it?" Al picked up a bite with the fork and offered it to her.
"No, thanks, I'm an ultra-recyclovegitarian."
"What's that mean?"
"It means I don't eat anything with a face on it, sorry," Sam said with a small wince on her face, trying to ease the dejection.
"Oh…well, ok," Al said, with a little disappointment as he ate the food himself.
"Danny! Over here!" Sam yelled, when she looked up to see what was taking her boys so long to get their food.
"Danny? You know him?" Al looked at her quizzically.
"Yeah. How do you know him?"
"I met him earlier before gym. He showed me how get my locker open."
"Cool. Just so you know, the black kid with him is Tucker. He's a might full of himself."
"Well, it takes all types…"
"Hey, Danny, Tucker. Tucker, this is Al. He's in our English class."
Tucker was in front and sat beside the new boy. Danny, on the other hand, had the same blue wisp fly out of his mouth. He gave a glance over of the cafeteria and decided his powers just be on the fritz again and ignored it. Sam had this deer in headlights look about her that Danny noticed. Tucker didn't seem to notice the attention that the other two might give themselves whiplash from looking around so quickly.
Not seeing anything, Danny sat beside the Goth-girl and turned his attention to the new friend at the table.
" 'Sup, Tucker?" Al said with a slight jerk up of his head.
" 'Sup, man."
"Ross, that was awesome, the way you stood up to Dash back there in the locker room!"
"What'd I'd miss? What happened?" Tucker chimed in with a look of exuberance.
"Ross here squared up, toe to toe, with the reigning king of Casper High. He even left him dumbfounded calling him out on a showdown!" Danny exclaimed with pride.
"No way! I hate that I missed that! Why didn't you come and find me in the locker room so I could see it!" Tucker continued.
"So how did you escape Dash's wrath, Danny?" Sam asked, confused.
"I phas– I grabbed my clothes, went through the gym, and then went all the way to the bathroom at the other end of school to change clothes. I'm not all stupid, just too tired to do all my homework."
"You have extracurricular activities? What, are you in the band? Or I bet, A/V club?" Al looked at him, while chewing his food with a grin on his face.
"Um, not really…" Danny rubbed the back of his neck, as per his nervous tic.
"Oh, well, you don't have to tell me. I mean I understand about being too tired to do anything. Sorry, I asked."
"No, it's just that, don't laugh, but my parents hunt ghosts…"
At that moment, Al looked at Danny with that same deer in headlights.
"ROSS! WHERE ARE YOU!"
Dash threw the doors to the cafeteria wide open looking for the boy who had defied him in the locker room after gym class.
