Fast update because I don't consider the first chapter as a 'real' chapter.

I'm glad that I caught some attention. :D


"Hey Kwan, check out the Dweeb Patrol across the hallway." Dash snickered while telling his Asian best friend. At the end of the almost empty hallway, there stood a heavily dressed-in-black girl, an eyeglasses-wearing boy and a simple-dressed boy.

The so-called Dweeb Patrol were Samantha Manson, Tucker Foley and Danny Fenton respectively.

Samantha Manson, a goth, was an ultra-recyclo vegetarian which means she doesn't eat anything with a face on it. She had black hair with a short ponytail on top and purple eyes. She wears a short shirt which exposes her mid-rib, a short skirt with purple slacks and black combat boots. She likes being called by her nickname 'Sam' and would strangle anyone who would call her by her real name or her other nickname 'Sammykins'.

Tucker Foley, an African American, was a passionate techno-geek and a hearty meat lover. He wears a yellow t-shirt, green cargo-pants and brown shoes. He and Danny are pretty tight, like brothers, having to share most experience in life with one another.

Sam and Tucker were Danny Fenton's best friends. They were with him at the bottom of the popular list although they were a tiny-bit more popular with their own unique group. They were, like Danny, some of the A-lists' most wanted victims.

Sam and Tucker were waiting for Danny to get some of his books from his locker. Unbeknownst to the jocks, they were also listening in him ranting about the recent increase in ghosts and the late night ghost fights which unkindly didn't leave him any sleep.

One thing that could make Danny an instant A-list is showing that he was exceptional at fighting ghosts. Although he hides that skill from everyone in town except for his two best friends and sister, Jazz. The reason is because it will keep his top secret away from the eyes of the townsfolk. The secret was that he was a half-ghost. With a bright white ring appearing around his waist, he could easily transform into his alter-ego ghost form, Danny Phantom.

Danny Phantom was the most famous ghost in Amity Park. He had snowy white hair and glowing green eyes. He was constantly seen wearing his black jumpsuit with white gloves, boots, belt and turtle neck. His signature emblem of a white D with an inner black P rested in front of his jumpsuit. Initially, he was called Inviso-Bill and was perceived as a menace to the community for the scam of him kidnapping Amity Park's mayor. All of his good deeds of protecting the town were gone unseen and unnoticed. After the whole town was trapped in the Ghost Zone by an evil ghost king named Pariah Dark, Danny Phantom gained his status as hero to the eyes of many of the townsfolk when they witnessed him fight the tyrant Ghost King. Gratefully for him, He also managed to tell them his superhero name.

As much as Danny wanted to let everyone know that he had the abilities of a ghost and that he was their hero, he couldn't reveal it without having consequences; consequences that would possibly make him an instant celebrity, a criminal or more likely, a test subject. That wouldn't do well for his resume in applying to be an astronaut, his long-time dream.

Still, he continues fighting ghosts and keeps Amity Park safe for the kind citizens.

"I'm so gonna enjoy beating Fenturd."

"You're gonna beat him up now?" Kwan asked. "Didn't you just beat him up everyday consecutively these past few days?" Dash turned to face him.

"Yeah, so?" He spoke with a clear don't-mess-with-me tone.

"Well... he… he just looks so tired now." Kwan nervously said. Gaining some confidence in his voice, he added, "He also looks like a zombie! It feels like he's gonna faint anytime soon."

Dash scoffed. "Since when did you care?"

Kwan always cared. He never did like bullying his other schoolmates. Also, he only did it when he was told to. nerds or geeks was a sign of a loser in the A-list. Besides, he was Dash' best friend. If bashing up other kids would make their friendship stronger, he won't hesitate to do it.

"I'm just saying, man."

"Whatever." Dash replied. "I'm still going. You can just sit back and watch the master of wailing do his… um… wailing." Leaving his friend behind, Dash walked towards the trio. He didn't take any notice on their conversation that he slowly hears.

"… pelt over his fireplace as always. Don't even get me started on the Bo…" Bang! The sound of his locker being slammed by the football player interrupted Danny from his dialogue. He and his friends didn't notice him coming at all. They were too caught up with his story. He slowly turned around to find the player threateningly look down on him.

"Hey there, Fentina! Ready for your daily dose of Vitamin Beat?"

"Oh, great." Danny muttered. Before he could say anything else, Dash pushed him towards the locker with his back against it. Now that he was really closed to Danny, he can see that the teen's hair was ruffled up more than usual. Dash could see the huge bags below his victim's eyes. He was also paler.

"Danny!" Sam and Tucker exclaimed.

"Dash, stop it and leave him alone!" The purple-eyed girl told the jock.

"Hehe… Yeah, man. You wouldn't want to do this where the teachers could plainly see what you're doing." Tucker anxiously said, his red beret wildly swing as he turned his head to look around for signs of teachers.

"Aw… look Fenturd, your loser friends are worried about you," came Dash' snarky comment.

Tucker and Sam weren't concerned about Danny. They knew that compared to their friend's battle experience with ghosts, Dash was a piece of cake; that's what they were concerned of. They could see that Danny was in the brink of taking him out because of his annoying actions for the past few days. Now that Danny didn't get any sleep last night, they were absolutely sure that Danny could explode any second. After all, Cranky Danny was definitely not someone you could mess around with.

"Dash, I don't have the patience for this now." Danny growled. His patience was running thin. It was actually taking a lot of his willpower not to turn ghost right there. "You've been targeting me every day! Haven't you grown bored of me? Why don't you just go kick a football or whatever you varsity players do?"

For a moment there, Dash was surprised. Since when did Fentoid grow enough backbone to actually do a frontal counter attack? He actually looked a little terrifying for a while. Surprise was immediately replaced by anger. Did he just growl at me? I will not let any nerd push me around.

"Since when did you become the boss of me? Huh, Fenturd?! For that, I'm gonna beat you so hard you would wish that you were a ghost!" At that statement, Dash saw the trio do a facepalm. He shrugged it off and began to beat up Danny.

Dash grabbed the front of Danny's white shirt with his left hand. He pulled his right hand and made a right hook for Danny's face. Midway through his target, he was stopped… by Danny himself. Stunned by the unexpected action, Dash could only gape at him.

"You don't know when to stop do you?" Danny snarled. He seized the hand that was grabbing his shirt and yanked it off. Still holding the hand, he tapped into his ghost strength and was increasingly applying pressure to Dash' wrist.

"Argh! My wrist!" The strength Danny was using had Dash kneel down.

"I have had enough of you always taking it out on me! Do you think that I like being beaten up? How would you like it if you're the one at the end of the stick?"

Dash looked up and was horrified… no, mortified in seeing Danny's face. It was full of rage and crankiness. The thing that captured him most was Danny's eyes. The baby blue irises which were usually full of fear were now icy cold. He swore that they were gradually changing into a sick glowing shade of green. Before he could fully register the idea, Danny's best friends leapt forward, held Danny at both sides and heaved him away from Dash.

"Wow, look at the time! We're late in doing the… uh… loser things we have to do! Like… looking bad in front of the cheerleaders! Yeah." Tucker stammered. Leaving the dazed Dash, they high-tailed it.

"Dash! What the heck happened?" Kwan worriedly asked as he approached his friend. "Did we just see you getting beaten up by Fenton?"

What did he mean by 'we'? Dash looked around and saw that there were still some people around who were gawking at the incident. He saw it as an immediate threat to his popular status. He started to laugh.

"Ha ha ha! Yeah right! Have you seen your face? I was only giving Fenturd a great opportunity to know what it feels like when getting the upper hand!" Dash loudly declared. "I should get a career for acting if the football thing doesn't work out."

He turned away from his friend and announced. "And, if anyone here spreads some stupid rumor that I was beaten by Fentina, I'm gonna crush you so hard that you're gonna wish you were stuffed in the locker instead!" With that, a chorus of, "Yes" and "Yeah" broke out. Everyone shuffled and emptied the hallway with only Dash and Kwan left.

Kwan knows a broken wrist when he sees one. He saw enough at football practices to not discern one. But he didn't press Dash any further. "Come on. Let's go to the nurse's office. We can say that you broke it when we were wrestling around. Be glad that that isn't your throwing hand or else coach would be mad." Dash glared at him for not even buying his story, but nodded nonetheless. He was still pretty shocked at the incident.