Sorry this is kinda short. I have another chapter that is almost ready and I could have added some of it but seeing as I am a mean person I will leave you hanging. Hopefully in the next couple of chapters readers will get a little bit hooked as things heat up (or cool down ;) Comments, questions, concerns, suggestions are always welcome.

As always, readers, you are appreciated and enjoy.

JB

The morning passed with relative normalcy. Danny was feeling lucky after finding out that three of the four morning periods he shared with Sam. However, he was caught spacing off in each of the classes. First for looking at Sam (who was sitting beside him). Second, for resting his head on the desk. Lastly, for ignoring a question asked by Mr. Barnes, his environmental science teacher.

"Mr. Fenton, does the word participation mean anything to you?" Mr. Barnes asked sternly.

"Umm…yes. Yes sir. I'm sorry I am just bothered by all this cold weather." Danny murmured with his head down. He shivered as a puff of cold air escaped his mouth.

"Well would you mind telling me how cold weather, like we've had as of late, affects wheat seed?" Mr. Barnes restated as he looked over the rim of his glasses. Danny attempted to regain some composure as snickers were heard throughout the room.

"It slows the germination process and can also lead to the snapping or breaking of any roots that have grown."

"Very good Mr. Fenton. Maybe next time you'll think to answer the first time so you can obtain the full amount of points." Mr. Barnes stated as he walked up to the whiteboard to continue the lesson. Danny exhaled and let his head hit the desk. Just an ordinary day in the life of your resident halfa.

Danny entered the cafeteria with his tray of questionable mashed potatoes, boiled carrots, and something that resembled roast on a bun. He made for the usual table and smiled as Sam and Tucker gave a small wave to make their presence known. Danny's face transformed within seconds to a confused grimace as a leg took his own out from under him and his tray went flying into the air as he thudded on the floor. When Danny pushed himself up onto an elbow he was face to face with Dash.

"Have a nice trip Fen-tony?" Dash sneered. Danny balled his fists and grit his teeth. After giving him an official butt whooping he still decides to target me. Oh, thats right, I have to keep my identity secret. Gah, this is such a pain to deal with in addition to all the ghosts. I'd get a lot more respect if he actually knew. Danny stood. He opened his mouth and no words came out because he was interrupted by a menacing voice that spoke first.

"How about you knock it off Dash Baxturd" Danny swung his head to see Sam standing with her hands on her hips and her boots tapping on the floor. Danny couldn't help but smirk and blush. What kind of weird relationship is this? Usually it's the guy who saves the damsel in distress and all that. I guess Sam's never been the damsel type.

"Manson? You look different." Dash commented dumbly before regaining some of his snarl again, "Did you just call me Baxturd?" Dash rose to his full height letting his athletic frame take up space. Sam let out an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah I did, you doof, and if you don't sit back down and eat quietly you know what'll happen." Taking two steps closer, Sam came within inches of Dash. He looked down at the girl in front of him and saw the fire in her eyes and the unashamed challenge she sent his way. He swallowed.

"What do you mean will happen?"

Sam smiled out of the corner of her mouth and stuck out her painted black nails to view. "Oh you know," Sam commented lightly, "I'll just have to call upon the dark demon armies that reside near me to torment you like at the dance."

"Your can't be serious." Dash quickly stammered.

"Did I stutter? Do I look like I'm joking? You got taken out by just one of my goons how would you like to take on a couple more?" Sam's voice had taken up an offensive tone.

"No. No you don't need to do that." Dash pleaded, the horror in his eyes. Sam tried to hold back a smile as she closed her eyes and gestured in circles while mumbling made up words. Dash looked around furiously for help from his friends but they all sat dumbfounded as well. He quickly bent down and picked up Danny, brushed him off and shoved him towards Sam. Sam, more or less, caught a surprised Danny, pivoted with her head in the air and walked back to their designated table. Sam lowered a shocked Danny into the seat next to her. The "A" list table was now cleaning up Danny's spilled food and tray in nervous haste. Sam glanced up to see assorted tables staring, talking, or simply gaping. Wouldn't be the first time today and I don't think it'll be the last, Sam shrugged. She turned to see Tucker far to focused on his food.

"What?" Sam prodded. Tucker glanced up just briefly enough to show the giant smile on his face. Soon after his shoulders started shaking in silent mirth.

"Call upon the dark forces within me? Thats rich Sam. I've never seen Dash so terrified before."

"Hey, its the dark demon armies not dark forces. Get it right." Sam replied lightheartedly.

"Thanks. I owe you one for pulling a crazy stunt like that." Danny said gratefully.

"Don't mention it." Sam spoke through a mouthful of organic spinach, " You've saved my butt a couple of times during ghost fights…or school dances."

"Hehe ya I guess your right…" Danny said as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. His face had turned a bright shade of red as he recalled the events of a few days prior, "But you didn't have to increase all the rumors and stuff about you by pretending to be a demon queen. I save you but you just laid down your whole reputation and…" Danny felt eyes boring into him and he slowly turned his head in the direction of Sam. She was giving him a knowing look that said 'does it look like I care about my reputation or image. I'm my own independent person.' Danny nodded in agreement with her unsaid message. "Your right, sorry, and thanks a ton again. It'll be nice to not have to worry about Dash for a while." At that moment, a green projectile smacked Danny in the face. "As for Tucker, I may have to teach him a lesson in pea warfare." Danny smiled and slid his hand intangibly through the table and Tucker's tray to grab some ammunition. With that, a full out war started between the boys while Sam quietly munched on her salad accepting what had become a normal occurrence after the first few years. Soon, all of the green peas were depleted and what was left were a couple of chuckling boys covered in small splotches of pea juice or guts. The three cleaned up a little, deposited their trays and set off for their afternoon classes.