Drake and Josh are not mine.

They are also not in this chapter. I had planned on them being in it but, my imagination went wild and I kept adding to Megan's POV. It is straying kinda far from the TV show what with the addition of two new characters (Mrs. Green and Toby Frenzel.) Along with a few dead ones (The student teacher, Peter Donavan, and Evan Randle.) Who knew I would be moving into the supernatural catagory?

But please bare with me. I still think it's a good chapter that is worth the read (and review :)

I also thought that this chapter wouldn't require an M rating. But once again my imagination got the better of me. It's not yaoi, but Jessica gets some action (in a way.) Someone has a crush!

I don't really know how old Megan is... but after I added the mature stuff, I figured she should at least be a freshman in high school.

Don't fear, Drake and Josh will appear again next chapter!

Megan POV

For the first time in ages, I was actually looking forward to a class. Ever since I had started hanging out with Jessica, I felt much happier. It wasn't perfect, though. My old, now ex, friends were furious when I finally got around to telling them it was over. The truth was, I had avoided it for as long as possible. I only admitted my feelings after they had managed to corner me.

Now they were spreading rumors and gossiping behind my back. There was at least one of them in almost every class, so I could never escape the glares. My only reprieve came during science class, the period Jessica and I shared.

Even with all of these horrible things happening, Jessica always made me feel better. She would listen understandingly whenever I complained, and constantly provided comfort. All of the drama took backseat to our friendship. Things were finally getting better.

Science class started out innocently enough.

Mrs. Green was going to take us outside for some field work. With our partners, we were going down to a park with big nets to collect bugs in different areas, and then make graphs about what we found. It sounded slightly boring, but the prospect of journeying outside of school made everyone anxious.

"I hope we find lots of beetles," Jessica chattered cheerfully next to me, "they have some of the most interesting shell colors and designs."

"I hope we find a big, fat spider. Or maybe a frog," I grumbled.

"A frog isn't an insect," Jessica laughed.

"I know, but I could think of a certain someone's locker to stick it in."

"Oh, Megan," Jessica sighed and put a reassuring arm on my shoulder. "Don't think about them. You should be enjoying your only jerk free class period."

I glanced at Jessica and smiled. She was right. I shouldn't let them ruin my day.

"Thanks, Jess."

"I WANNA CATCH PETER'S GHOST!"

Everyone jumped and snapped their attention to the front of the room where Toby Frenzle was standing on top of a desk.

"Well, almost jerk free," Jessica whispered to me. I laughed out loud and nodded. Toby Frenzle was a notorious troublemaker (baby stuff compared to me but still…). Except he was famous for having his pranks backfire on him. He came from a rich family and was more than average in the looks department, but he had such bad luck that whenever he acted out of line, he got what was coming to him. Plus, it was hard to take him seriously in his khaki pants and preppy polo shirts. A bad boy he was not.

"You think it's funny?" Toby asked angrily, turning red as he glared at Jess and I. He hopped off his desk and came to stand in front of us, hands on his hips. He propped one foot on the chair next to him and glared. His green eyes danced with mischief that was sure to get him in more trouble.

"Of course it's funny. What baby believes in ghosts anymore?" I glanced up at him with a ho hum look. His eyes darted around in a flustered manner when he heard several students chuckle. He flushed a bright red and folded his arms.

"Well you haven't seen this one," Toby boasted, trying to win over the crowd, "this isn't kid stuff. This ghost haunts the park that we're going to today!"

"You probably haven't seen it either," I sighed while sneaking a smile at Jess, who was straining to hold in her laughter.

'Sh-shut up, Parker!" Toby stuttered, his ears glowing visibly, "I bet you haven't even heard the story."

"Probably not. I don't spend my free time swapping stories with preschoolers." This comment got everyone laughing. Toby ground his teeth and glared harder. He seemed to shrink in front of us, his resolve fading away. Suddenly he puffed out his chest and looked confident.

"No preschooler would be brave enough to talk about a murder mystery." Toby swelled with pride as several classmates 'oooed' and 'awwed'. I decided to humor him.

"So what is the big mystery about this murder," I asked trying to sound as bored as possible.

"Well, it all started about ten years ago. There was a senior boy named Peter Donovan. He was very quiet. Excellent grades but a poor social life. You know the type," Toby paused and glanced around the room, making a few people squirm nervously.

"Yes, he was very reclusive. An enigma to most. But his mysterious ways eventually caught the attention of a student teacher. This teacher was intrigued by Peter's complex mind and they often spent lunch together, chatting about assignments and likewise things. Eventually word got out around school about the bond between these two. The once invisible boy was now the talk of the school." Toby glanced around the room, feeding off the energy of his audience. As pathetic as Toby could be, I had to admit, he had a talent for storytelling. There wasn't a wandering eye in the whole room. Everyone was waiting with baited breath.

"Why had they grown so close? What was Peter Donavan really like?" Toby paused and glanced sideways towards me and Jess, "What were they really doing during lunch in that empty classroom?" Even I had to acknowledge the fact that I was interested, even though I rolled my eyes on the outside.

"One day, the school paper's editor, Evan Randle, decided he would answer these questions himself. Because he was one of the few students privileged enough to have a laminated hall pass, getting inside the school was easy.

"On a rainy, overcast day, he set out towards the classroom, camera in hand. He neared the door with his adrenalin high. He could hear two muffled voices speaking softly. Then, ever so slowly, he turned the knob and pushed the door open. What he saw made him gasp.

"He saw Peter, lying on a large desk, with the student teacher pressed into him… both almost naked!" Toby paused and let several gasps interrupt his story.

"But, even more shocking," he continued, "Was the fact that they were both men!"

My jaw dropped, no longer under the control of my brain. Then, I heard a sharp squeak from my side. I glanced over at Jessica. Her eyes were sparkling, and a rosy flush tinted her cheeks. She was in fan girl ecstasy again. Toby noticed her excitement and locked eyes with her.

"He watched on in astonishment as the two lovers indulged in pleasures of the flesh. Both of them continued on with gentle care, but with a needy primal urge as well." Toby had taken several steps closer to Jessica as he slowly vocalized each word. My mouth opener wider as I saw her gaze back with misty eyes and parted lips, in complete rapture with Toby's story.

"Tentative touches, compassionate caresses and desperate thrusts." Toby enforced his last word with a husky tone that made Jessica whimper. I almost slapped Toby across the face.

'Isn't this a little X rated for a freshman?!' I glared at Toby, desperately hoping he would realize how distracted he was from the real story. He noticed after a moment and straitened up a bit. Although he was considerable red now, he continued his story, building up momentum again.

"They hadn't even noticed the intruder… until he lifted his camera. Acting quickly, Evan snapped a picture and ran to the copy room. He had it: the story of the century." Toby glanced around the classroom before changing his tone to nonchalant.

"Over the next few days, Peter was petrified with fear. He still attended school, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to himself. After a week he started to feel a little safer… But," Toby's voice became dramatic, "he was unaware of the storm that was brewing.

"Evan, being fairly clever, knew that no teacher would allow the picture; let alone the story itself to be printed in the school newspaper. So, late Sunday night he snuck into school and added a new front page to the paper. After printing off a thousand copies, he jammed them in every locker; making be sure no one would miss out on such a scandal." Toby's attitude sobered and a sullen look graced his features.

"When Monday morning came, the whole school was in an uproar. The papers hadn't been discovered by the staff, and appeared uncensored, just as Evan had hoped. He had even been daring enough to put 'By: Evan Randle' under the large, bold title: 'School Scandal'.

"Needless to say, Peter was devastated. He couldn't find refuge anywhere. Try as they might, the teachers couldn't destroy every copy of the story. By second period everyone knew of the scandal and had their own opinion on it. Poor Peter was followed by hateful whispers and cruel insults until lunchtime, when he ran to the only person he could: his lover and teacher. However when he came upon the room, it was stripped bare with only the desks left.

"As it turns out, the principal had fired him immediately, no questions asked. He couldn't risk keeping him because of the shameful situation. With out anyone to turn to, Peter's will crumbled and he ran home, a sea of laughter in his wake.

"Months went by and still no sign of Peter Donovan. He never returned to school and went unannounced at graduation. Students reported that they sometimes saw him wandering aimlessly in the park. Apparently his family had disowned him, leaving him homeless and alone.

"There is a great deal of mystery surrounding the following events, seeing as Peter had no contact with anyone since school had ended. The story goes that on a snowy winter night Peter was sitting motionless on a park bench staring up at the sky. He was finally at his wits end. He hadn't seen his lover since the fiasco at school and that had been over half a year ago. In fact, the only reason he hadn't left town, was because he was faithfully waiting for the teacher's return.

"However, with the cold winter air piercing his tattered clothes, he could hardly see the sense in that anymore. Peter fumbled in his pocket for a knife, contemplating suicide. Ironically, the knife had been a gift from his lover. This seemed to give him the last boost of confidence he needed. He would end his life with the only remaining connection he had to his teacher. He was just about to go through with it, when a familiar face appeared through the flurry of snow.

"It was none other than Evan Randle." Several students gasped and a few girls made stifled, sad sounds, having hoped that it was the teacher who would be there.

"In a drunken stupor, Evan lashed out at Peter proclaiming loudly that it was he who truly belonged with the student teacher. The truth was that Evan had fallen in love with the teacher, and jealousy had driven him to print the offensive story.

"He smashed the bottle on the bench and brandished it threateningly at Peter. Even though he was stiff from the cold, Peter had no trouble avoiding Evan's sloppy swings. He was just about to run when a voice called out to him through the storm. Peter felt tears sting his eyes, as he turned to find his lover running towards him.

"Peter called out to him with more energy than he had possessed in months. He was almost in arms length when Evan thrust the jagged bottle into Peter's back, bringing the tearful reunion to an abrupt end.

"As Peter fell to the ground, Evan followed suit. His heart was pierced on the knife that Peter still clutched in his frostbitten hand. People had started to gather at this point due to the commotion.

"There is controversy surrounding the exact way these two young men died. Some say it was a double suicide. Others believe that Peter had held a grudge and lashed out at Evan while he was intoxicated. But… there were two things that all of the witnesses insisted as truth.

"As the last of Peter's life drained away, his lover held him in his arms, and in a sudden gust of snow the teacher disappeared. As impossible as it sounds, even police couldn't find a trace of evidence indicating that the teacher had been there. All that they found were two bodies and a crimson pool of blood shimmering in the pure, white snow.

"To this day no one remembers the teacher's name. It had been stricken from any records and after the funeral, no one dared mention the scandal out loud. Some people think that he might not have even existed, that he was ghost, or wandering spirit of some kind.

"However, no one doubts the teacher's presence. One look at Peter's face confirmed it. The night of the tragedy when police first arrived on the scene they were perplexed by what they saw. Peter's face was tear-streaked and cold but his lips were curved into an affectionate smile that could rival those of the living. Even his lifeless, glassy eyes were shining with surprising warmth.

"The story says that Peter's ghosts still waits there, hoping for another wintery night, praying that he will someday meet his one and only lover again."

Toby looked around proudly after concluding his story. Several girls were actually sobbing. I even saw some of the boys were shifting nervously, looking away, and trying to sniffle quietly.

"Hmm," I said thoughtfully, "I'm actually impressed." Toby grinned from ear to ear, beaming smugly.

"I bet we find him out there today," he challenged, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"And I bet we don't," I smiled confidently, "Peter hardly seems like a vengeful spirit. If your story is true and he died happy, he wouldn't be sticking around."

"You're on!" Toby exclaimed, thrusting his hand forward. I took it in a firm grip.

"What's the wager?" I eyed Toby and grinned. I hadn't had this much fun in a long time.

Toby paused and I almost missed him glancing over my shoulder. His cheeks grew pink.

"Let's just say that you owe me an unconditional favor someday if I win." I was quite sure at that point that he had just looked at Jessica. I could tell he had a crush, but I was at a lose when I wondered what he would use the favor for. I gripped his hand with new determination. Who knew what this idiot would do if he won.

"Agreed," I said as we shook hands, "Same for me when I win."

"WELL!" Mrs. Green huffed, finally entering the room, a stack of papers clutched in her arms. "I hope you have all kept yourselves entertained. I apologize for being a half hour later, but science teachers go through a different level on inventory hell than most. Keeping track of all these damned bottles and beakers takes forever and drives me insane!"

She peered at us through her round glasses and smoothed back her disheveled, blonde hair. She smiled at us and we all grinned back. She was by far, everyone's favorite teacher.

"Since I'm so late, I contacted your parents and told them that we needed at least an hour after school to finish up our project. And if we finish quickly we can all stop for ice cream before your parents pick you up."

Everyone whooped and cheered. Mrs. Green was on good authority with all the parents and was probably the only teacher who could orchestrate such an occasion at the last minute. With the promise of sweets and adventure, we were all eager to get to the park.

We had no idea what we were in for.

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Another cliff hanger!

Tell me what you thought of the murder mystery. It may even be hinting towards future chapters. Does Peter's character sound familiar? *hint*hint*

But who knows how the story will really end. I'm pretty unpredictable. ;)