I hope you liked the last chapter. As you've noticed, there are different people's POV in first person to tell this lovely story. It make mix up or be in order. The story will be told from different people who are involved with helping Danny become more guyish. Which I bet is giving you all questions on how or why Dash is involved since he narrated the prologue. The first quote that the coach says was a quote I got from Chicken Little. Review please!
The next day, I got dressed to begin my first day of school since I ran off to my aunt Alisha. The good news was that Jazz and Sam never made a big issue over the fact I cross-dressed for twelve years. The bad news was that I was about to face the whole school who also thought I was a girl. There were two ways my appearance in school will turn out, rather everyone will think I'm a lesbian (Jazz's first reaction) or they will think I'm a sissy boy. Things could get worse.
I came downstairs and ate my breakfast before leaving for school. I decided to walk since I didn't want to take the bus. Sam agreed to walk with me. I was really glad that she wanted to walk with me. No matter where I was, I always wanted Sam to be with me all the way. I really liked her.
"Did you ever tell Dash of my return?" I asked Sam.
"Not really. I thought it was better to have you tell him or show him," Sam answered as I sighed.
"What was his reaction when he found my letter I put on my bed?"
"He was really hurt. He said he couldn't understand why you would just dump him and not say it to his face. The worst part, at least in his mind, was that you told him to get over you right after you dumped him. I was pretty mad at you too until I found out you were a guy."
"I guess I was pretty harsh."
"No Danny, you told him what anyone could've told him if they thought they were a girl for all their lives. Don't be so hard on yourself, ok."
Sam smiled at me and I returned it. I act more like a guy around Sam than anyone else. It was probably because I was in love with her. I'm really not sure. There was also the problem that I was still recovering from my girl-acting issues. Until that was taken care of, I couldn't ask Sam on a date.
Time flies, because Sam and I were at school before I knew it. I wanted to be with Sam some more, but I needed to register in school and find out my schedule. I signed myself some classes for myself during my freshman year. My first hour class was PE. How wonderful!
"Alright, it's time for all of you to play a little game. I don't want any complaining, no quack, squeaks, oinks, squeenies, or cockily-doodle-doos when I say Dodge Ball," Coach Tetslaff announced to everyone while showing a dodge ball in her hand.
"Sweet," Danny whispered to himself while hearing a moan from non other than Dash Baxter.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Dash complained.
"What's the matter, scared?" Danny challenged. Dodge Ball was the perfect sport Danny could play to release his anger. This was one exercise he did when he met with his psychiatrist.
"No, and who the heck are you?" Dash asked in frustration. "You look familiar."
"Baxter! Danny! You two will be team captains!" Tetslaff announced to us. I smirked widely.
I made sure all my teachers called me by my first name since I didn't want to be known to everyone as the girl from middle school. It was bad enough I had to face the people I once knew as a girl. Luckily, my old rivals weren't my enemies anymore, but one person who was once someone I cared about was the very person I wanted to take my anger on, Dash. I was afraid of him beating me up, but I also wanted to beat him up too. The anger of being lied to and betrayed. I couldn't be mad at my parents, so I decided to use this one sport to be mad at Dash and take my anger out on him.
I chose the people I knew were the best at Dodge Ball. Since my PE class had only boys, the game would be real Dodge Ball. Dash looked nervous, but I had no nervousness inside me. I stood confident.
"Ok!" Tetslaff shouted before blowing her whistle.
My team and I ran up to get a ball and started attacking Dash's team like mad dogs. In fact, all of us were playing like dogs, including me. I was really playing rough. I was aiming my ball at Dash and would not stop throwing balls at him. I'm not sure if Dash ever noticed I was only throwing tons of balls at him, but pretty soon it was just me and him. I had a ball in each hand and so did Dash. He threw his two balls at me and missed. The guy never was good at Dodge Ball and I had practiced. All the balls were on my side of the field and I started throwing balls at Dash. I was a cannon launching cannonballs that stung on him worse than a bee sting. When I say they stung Dash, I mean I really hurt him bad. I did this just to prove that I was no girl and I never was.
"Hey! You already got me, jeez!" Dash complained. I couldn't help, but laugh. Here I was lied to for twelve years of my life and had so much anger built up on me and all this guy can care about was me hitting him more than once.
"Alright, that's enough, I believe we have a winning team! Good work, Danny," Coach Tetslaff said.
Everyone, after the game, started getting dressed out of their gym clothes. Hitting Dash with those dodge balls felt so good. I had never felt so refreshed in all my life. I was glad to let my anger out in that one little game. Dash didn't talk to me after that. I guess he figured I didn't like him very much and I didn't.
"Wow, that was a good game. You really got Dash good," a guy congratulated me. I knew him from middle school, although he kept flirting with me when I thought I was a girl.
"Thanks," I said while putting my shirt on.
"Is Danny your last name or..." the guy asked.
"First name. I don't like people saying my last name. In fact, I don't want people knowing my last name right now."
"Why?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"Oh, ok. The name's Tucker by the way."
"Nice to meet you. You got a girlfriend?"
"No why?"
"You just look like the flirtatious type."
"Yeah, but no girl ever goes out with me."
"I'm sorry. I don't have a girlfriend either. Not planning on having one for a while."
"Ah, I see. You want to hang out or something after school?"
"I would, but I have a doctor's appointment."
"Oh."
"Maybe tomorrow."
I smiled at Tucker before leaving the locker room. Little did I know, Dash was outside the locker room and was pretty mad. I guess maybe taking out my anger on him was a bad idea. Dash always did have problems with his temper. He grabbed me by the shirt and slammed me against the lockers. I just shot him a glare.
"What's your problem? What do you have something against me? We don't even know each other!" Dash shouted madly.
"Oh, don't we?" I glared while pulling his hand off my shirt. "Ha, two years and you still don't recognize me. How quaint."
"What are you talking about?"
"Does my name ring a bell? Oh sorry, you didn't get my name. Danny Fenton, nice to meet you. I'm going!" I said finally before shooting my final glare and leaving for class. I was not sure what Dash's reaction was until it took me by the shirt and slammed me against the lockers, only this time it hurt.
"YOU FAGGOT!" Dash yelled with his two hands around my neck. I still gave him the same glare.
"Oh my gosh," I heard a random person speak. "I think there's gonna be a fight."
"You should've taken this fight at PE during Dodge Ball. I had fun kicking your butt," I smirked.
"I bet you did. Is having a sex change your favorite thing to do too?" Dash asked.
"I never had a sex change. Do you really think I would go through the trouble in the middle of the country with no..." I glared before Dash interrupted me.
"Not that, I mean two years ago, Fag!"
"I told you, I never did. My parents lied to me, dressed me as a girl, I moved to my aunts, and learned to be the gender I am. End of story. Now, will you let go of me or are you gonna beat me up, because I'm not running away anymore?"
I kept my glare to show I wasn't afraid. The truth was, I was greatly afraid. Although, Dash's glare slowly disappeared. He dropped me, and then walked away. I watched him walk off. It wasn't that Dash was afraid of me or something, it was something else. Maybe I'm just guessing, but it almost seemed like he felt sorry for me.
