Ok, so I guess I sort of lied when I said that the chapters would be becoming more frequent. I not only just got out of school but I have also been involved in theater…. I know, its not a good excuse. Not to mention every time I tried to write this chapter my computer would spaz and completely delete it from Word. Technology hates me. ANYWAYS, I hope that you enjoy this chapter and don't completely hate my guts because I took so long to upload. ENJOY!

Chapter 4

Tucker shut his eyes tight and followed Danny and Sam as they casually walked through the doors. He waited for a barrage of insults to plague him, but none came. He opened his and was shocked to see everyone smiling at him.

"What's going on here?" Tuck asked.

"If that's too much for you, wait until you see Dash and his gang." Sam murmured to him.

"Whaaa?"

"Never mind", she replied, "but don't say I didn't warn you".

Tuck shrugged off the odd comment and walked to his normal locker, right beside Danny and Sam's. Down the hall was a large blonde kid wearing his football jacket.

"oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap." He muttered.

"What?" Danny asked.

"Dash is here….. Can I run now?" Tucker replied.

"You can if you want but you don't need to."

Tucker gave Danny a quizzical look but carried on and walked to his locker. He had just grabbed his language arts text book when he felt a large slap in the back.

"OW! Watch it would ya?" He called out, spinning around to face his offender. Suddenly, he realized that he was staring into the face of Dash Baxter.

"Dash! Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's alright" Dash said, cutting him off.

"Wait, what?" Tucker asked. Dash must have seen he look on his face. Tucker was totally confused.

"I shouldn't have hit you so hard. After all, it's not like you want to be slapped in the back." He stated.

"Yeah I guess so." Tucker replied.

"You ok?" Dash asked again.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just have a question. Why are you being so nice to us? Not that I'm complaining, but it's a little out of character for you."

"Well, ever since we found out that Fenton was Phantom, I - we felt bad about all the things we had done. We all felt like we needed to repay him with some kindness."

"But if it's Danny you want to repay, why help me?" Tucker asked. He still doubted the sincerity of what Dash had said.

"You and Sam helped Fenton catch the ghosts right?" Dash questioned

"Well yeah but-"

"Then we owe you too." Dash stated bluntly.

"Oh, I think I get it now." Tucker said drawing to a simple conclusion.

These guys feel bad because they were bullying Danny all the time, and all he did in return was save their lives. I'll enjoy it while it lasts, but I don't expect it to be too long, He thought.

"Ok, well now I have to get to class…..see you at lunch." Dash said while turning around.

"Alright," said Tuck, "Wait… did you just say see you at lunch?"

Dash must not have heard him, but if he had, he didn't acknowledge it.

"So, how was your first meeting with the newly reformed jock squad?" inquired Sam. It was obvious that she was eager to see his reaction.

"Oddly lacking in wedgies." Tuck replied, a look of pure bewilderment clouding his face. Sam snickered behind his back but he spun around to face her.

"What are you laughing about? You know just as well as I do that it will not last long. Another few weeks at most… If they can stomach it that is."

Sam stopped her laughing. Just by looking in her purple eyes, Tucker knew that she had already figured this out.

"Don't tell Danny. Please. He really wants to think this will last." She exclaimed in a small voice.

"I didn't plan on it, but when it does happen, just don't say I didn't warn you." He replied to her.

"I know. For now though, let's look to the future... Which holds Language Arts. Come on, I don't wanna be late."

Tucker complied with her wishes and grabbed his text book.

"I wonder what's going to happen now..." He thought to himself.

The rest of the day was like the beginning. Tucker went to his classes and all of the people who had originally hated him were being nice. The only person who didn't treat him any different was Lancer.

"You may be a celebrity, but I will teach you the same as any other student." The pudgy, balding teacher had stated.

"I didn't expect to be any other way." Tucker had murmured quietly through clenched teeth. Mr. Lancer was good teacher but his ego got in the way of him really connecting with students.

Half way through Math, Tucker had dropped his pencil from his desk. Just as he was reaching down to get it, Paulina scooped it up and handed it to him with a wink. Tuck couldn't do anything but stare in return and mutter a thank you.

Lunch was the scariest part of the day. He sat down at the normal table with Danny and Sam and just as he was about to bite into his sandwich he felt a slap in the back. Again.

"OOF" Tuck sputtered spitting his sandwich out of his mouth. He looked behind him to see Kwan, and the rest of the jocks, with stupidly fake smile on his face.

"So, the Tuckster is back! How was life as the Mayor?" He asked sliding into the seat next to him. The rest of the football team did the same, taking up the remaining space at the table.

"First off my name is Tucker, not The Tuckster. Second, why are you sitting here? This is our table. Yours is over there." Tuck stated pointing off to the table farthest away.

"Tuck, what are doing? They sit with us now." Danny said through clenched teeth. Dash nodded and spoke, "Yeah, don't you remember? I told this morning."

"Oh yeah" Tucker murmured, "must have slipped my mind." He sank down into his chair and ate his sandwich quietly while Danny talked to the others like they were old friends.

Sam leaned over to him and whispered, " I don't like it either. But if I can put up with this for Danny's sake, you can too. C'mon he's our best friend."

"If he remembered being "best friends" with us, he would notice that we don't like this." Tuck argued. He picked up his tray and walked away from the table. I wish things were the way they used to be. He thought, and then walked out of the Cafeteria to think.