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A/N- wow- I am sooo sorry it took me so long to update, but I got hit with major writers block for this story! It was meant to be a two shot- but it's turned itself into a longer story. I just wanna thank MorganEddasil for giving me the kick I needed and for everyone for reviewing! And without further ado, chapter two!
The bigger body pinned him against the wall, same as before- blue eyes darkening with something indescribable. He couldn't tell if the other teenager wanted to hit him or…then firm lips were on his and he could feel something inside of him tighten and then shatter completely.
His hands came up, clenching the letterman jacket, not pushing away, never pushing away- he wanted this. Hadn't known he had wanted it, but could no longer think of anything else. He needed this. Needed it more than oxygen.
A tongue swiped across his lips, parting instinctively and allowing the other entrance. A moan escaped from one of them- probably him, but he couldn't bring himself to be embarrassed by it. Heat ran through him, sparks up and down his spine. It was good- too good. It could never last; but for the moment, the other teenager pressed closer, slipping a thigh between his own and the kiss broke, both panting harshly.
"Danny." He opened his eyes, finally noticing that they had slipped closed. The blonde quarter back stared back down at him, a small smile curving his lips, hand resting on the nape of his neck and rubbing small circles with his thumb that had Danny leaning into the touch. "Danny," He repeated. "Did you get the answer to question five?"
"Did you get the answer to question five?" A hard poke to the ribs accompanied the question, jolting Danny out of his day dream and dragging him back to reality.
"What?" He shifted in his seat, trying to be inconspicuous, but he could feel the heat staining his cheeks and knew he was probably bright red at the moment. Sam raised an eyebrow, sharing a knowing glance with Tucker.
"Are you alright?" She asked, leaning forwards at their table and closing her math text book in the process. "I mean- you've been distracted lately." Distracted lately? Yeah- that sounded about right. Of course, he had a good reason, he just wasn't about to tell Tucker and Sam; even if they were his friends. Some things were too embarrassing and confusing to share right away. Maybe in another week…or year, he'd tell them. Then they would laugh over it and forget all about it.
As it was, they'd only received a brief summary of what had happened in the park two weeks ago. There was no way he was telling them about his 'talk' with Dash. Sam would think he was crazy and Tucker would be liable to freak out.
Which also meant that he had to make up some new excuse about why every time the quarter back saw him in the hallway, he would all but run in the opposite direction or one of the many other ways Dash was avoiding him. And he had no one to talk to about any of it. Sam and Tucker while suspicious seemed rather pleased to not be the target of the bully's wrath, even though, as Danny had pointed out, Dash had been leaving them alone for quite some time before hand.
"I'm fine." Danny forced a fairly convincing smile and took a large bite of his burger for show. It settled uncomfortably in his stomach.
"Is this about Paulina again?" Tucker asked, this time receiving an elbow to the side and a disapproving look from their female friend.
Truthfully, he hadn't even thought of Paulina since before the night in the park, which was odd, considering how obsessed he used to be with her. She'd even spoken to him yesterday, and he'd barely noticed, too occupied with how Dash had darted around the corner like he was being chased by a pack of wild hyenas.
"No Tuck, I've just had a lot on my plate." His friends didn't look like they believed him, but what else could he say? Sorry I've been so distracted, but I can't stop thinking about the school quarter back that bullied me for most of my high school life pushing me up against the nearest wall and having his way with me? It sounded insane even to him and he fought ghosts on a regular basis.
"Cause you know there's a rumor going around that she's going to ask you to prom, right?" That caught his attention. It just didn't make him as happy as he suspected it should have. Prom with Paulina was like the Holy Grail for pretty much every guy at their school; it had been for him for the past three and a half years- so what was wrong with him?
"That's awesome." Sam shot him a look that clearly said she wasn't buying his enthusiasm, but Tucker seemed content to over look it for the moment to rattle on about how beautiful Paulina's hair was.
Danny lifted up his burger again to try and finish it with what little appetite he had at the moment, when he happened to glance in the direction of the door. Dash and Kwan chose the moment to stride through the door, laughing about something. Danny's stomach twisted, tying itself in knots as he watched the two, then the blonde's eyes landed on him and he promptly forgot the breathe.
Blue eyes widened across the room as the laughter slid off his face, replaced by something that Danny couldn't really identify. The moment seemed to go on forever, he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away, then Dash seemed to jerk and the look disappeared, seconds before Dash turned, grabbed Kwan and all but bolted out of the building. It took Danny a second to realize that he was still sitting there like an idiot, burger half way to his open mouth.
"Danny?" Sam waved a hand in front of his face, catching his attention. "You zoned again."
"I'm fine." Danny grinned, half heartedly, taking another large bite out of his burger, but his food had lost any flavor it had held. "Just…"
"Distracted, right." Tucker finished, doubt clear in his words. Sam watched him with worried eyes as he put the burger back down and pushed his food away.
"You know what? I'm not really hungry." He stood, offering what remained of his food to the others. "I guess I'm coming down with something. I'll see you guys at school tomorrow." He backed away from the table quickly to forestall any more questions and with a quick wave was out the door. Now all he had to do was figure out what was wrong with him.
The problem with school was that he had half his classes with Dash. And while he could avoid him in the halls (or be avoided); it was slightly harder to do so in class. Especially since he sat behind the quarter back in English; it was rather hard to force himself not to bore holes into the back of his blonde head when their teacher was droning on about Shakespeare. His mind tended to wander in the class and while normally it was full of thoughts about Paulina, or for that two month period the previous year- Sam, at the moment all he could think about was Dash.
And it was ridiculous because Dash was an arrogant, selfish, prick who picked on Danny constantly and enjoyed torturing people just for the sake of it.
Of course, that didn't exactly apply to recent events. Dash had changed. It was hard to believe, but it had happened, and he didn't see any pigs flying outside. It may have just been some elaborate prank on him, but somehow he didn't think Dash could come up with anything like this- or would want to. But still, it was weird.
"Mr. Fenton!" Of course, it should have helped that they were in science class and that Dash sat a few desks behind him, instead of directly in front of him, but apparently he was doomed. "Since you were paying such close attention, perhaps you could explain how we got this chemical reaction?" He loved science, he really did, but sometimes he hated his teacher. Tucker was convinced she had it out for him.
"Um…I don't know?" Danny offered weakly. Chuckles echoed through the class at his response, but tilting in his seat slightly to share an embarrassed grin with Tucker, he could see that Dash wasn't joining the others in laughing at him. He was watching him with something that may have been amusement? But the blonde quickly looked away when he noticed Danny watching.
Dash was certainly full of surprises recently.
"Since Mr. Fenton dazzled us with his answer," The science teacher, a tall, blonde woman, gestured to him. "I think its best that we move into our groups for your next big project." A collective groan went around the room and Danny could feel his spirits sinking. With all the work they were getting as graduation loomed closer, keeping an eye on the spirits in town and now with Dash distracting him, he was doomed. "It's worth forty percent of your next grade and you'll be working in groups of three." He felt his hopes rise with the announcement. If he could work with Tucker and Sam, then he'd be fine. Unfortunately Sam was away that day.
"Dash? We're stuck in a group with Dash Baxter?" Danny let his head fall on the table in front of him, enjoying the loud noise it caused. He was so screwed. Getting put in a group with Dash was possibly the worst thing that could have happened to him. He knew that science teacher had it out for him. Maybe Tucker could help him out, since they were in the same group- though that would involve telling his friend about the 'classroom incident' as he had titled it in his head.
"At least he's been nicer recently." Tucker reasoned, munching on his lunch, slight frown on his face. "And it's two against one so he'll have to do some of the work too!" It wasn't so much the work he was worried about, but the way they would react to one another. Dash was avoiding him, he was sort of avoiding Dash, and now they were forced together. He had an evil science teacher.
"Maybe we can ask her if we can trade Dash for Sam- even Kwan would be better." Danny muttered the last part, but couldn't put as much feeling behind it. He wasn't completely upset that Dash was in their group, he was kind of…giddy about it. Now that was embarrassing and completely unwarranted.
"I don't know if she would- hi Dash." Danny jerked his head up in surprise to find the blonde quarter back standing next to them, a pinched look on his face like he would rather be anywhere other than there. With a sickening feeling, Danny wondered just how much Dash had heard, but firmly told himself he didn't care and then reminded himself that he was staring. The blush was back.
"We'll need to meet to figure out what topic we're choosing." Dash carefully avoided eye contact with both of them, studying the wall behind instead.
"Yeah. I was thinking tomorrow after school." Tucker spoke up because apparently Danny's voice had taken a vacation and wouldn't be returning anytime soon.
"I have football practice, but I can probably get out of it early. Meet me at the bleachers at four." This time Dash's eyes flicked to Danny and held his gaze until Danny finally took in what he had said and nodded. "Okay." Dash nodded, then turned and left without a backwards glance.
"Well that was weird." Tucker muttered, digging back into his lunch.
"What?" Danny asked, and he was really beginning to wonder if perhaps he had lost too many brain cells in all of his fights because recently things weren't really making sense.
"Just, there's this weird tension between you and Dash." Tucker shrugged. "That's all. I probably just never noticed it before." Yeah, because he and Dash had been acting like mental patients for years. Maybe he really did need to talk to someone about this, but he wasn't about to tell Tucker or Sam. What was he supposed to say? I've been having dreams about the school quarter back in a completely un-platonic way? But who else was there to speak to about it, other than Dash himself, because there was no way he was bringing that up around the former school bully. He enjoyed not being shoved in lockers. So that left…oh god, that pretty much left his sister. His life just kept getting better and better.