A/N: I'm already falling behind! Oh man! Here's your up-date!

Who's Not Letting the Ghouls Out?

Chater Four

"No way!" Tucker said, pointing at Mikey and standing up from his seat, the nausea still in his stomach. Mikey stuck his nose in the air and turned his face away from the trio. He crossed his arms and made a 'hmph' kind of sound.

Sam, catching note of this, stood up, hands fists. "You got something to say?" she questioned harshly. She'd been pretty mad before, and now it seemed her anger was at it's boiling point.

"Sam, come on," Danny said, standing and standing in front of her, cutting her view of Mikey. He grabbed her wrists and dared her to look him in the eye. "We're in enough trouble as it is," he said through clenched teeth. He didn't want to be partnered with Mikey just as much as she did, but he also didn't want to make things worst by saying something harsh about it. And though he wished he could, he had to stop all the nasty words dying to leave his lips.

Lancer only stared at all of them, hands laced together, elbows on his desk.

"Listen to your boyfriend, you don't want to get into any more trouble, Samantha," Mikey sneered, smirking broadly.

"Samantha!" Sam challenged him to say it again. She pointed a finger at him and began to move forward, but Danny grasped her arms.

"Sam!" he exclaimed.

Tucker was trying to keep up with all this. "I'm not going to spend four days building dumb robots with him!" he said.

"You narcissistic, four-eyed, smart allecky, little-" Sam started, but being able to get out of Danny's hold. Her words, fortunately, were cut off by Lancer.

"Enough!" he said, his face tomato-red. "You're all going to work together on this like it or not! And if I don't see an improvement on your teamwork and social skills and if I see that this year's Haunted House is not at its best, then you will all get detention!"

Everyone stared at him. Danny still held Sam's arms; Tucker still pointed at Mikey; and Mikey still had his face turned away, eyeing them all from the corner of his eye. But they all stared at the red-faced teacher.

Lancer stood and slammed a fist down on his desk. "I want to see you all tomorrow after school in the Auto Shop Class. Understand?"

"Yes," they chorused.

"Good, I'll see to it you do," Lancer said. "Now, off to your classes."

The teens glared at each other, then pushed and shoved their way out the door.

Lancer sighed and massaged his temples.

This was going to be one long four days...

Later after school...

"God, I can't believe this!" Sam exclaimed into her black phone. She lay on her bed on her back, glaring at the ceiling.

"Of all people!" Danny added. He murmured something incoherent and sighed.

"I don't like this, guys," Tucker mumbled. "Why do these things always happen to us?"

"I think we're jinxed," Sam said. "I mean, it's like every time something happens at school, we're always blamed. It's some sort of...order or something."

"Think there's anyone behind this whole thing?" Danny asked.

"Doubt it," Sam said, and sighed. "But I'd better start on my stupid math homework. Mr. Folluka's really trying us this time."

"No kidding," Danny agreed.

"I'll talk to you guys later," Sam said.

click.

click.

Danny took the phone down from his air and pressed the small 'off' button. He set it on his desk and just looked around his room from his position on his bed. Was there someone behind this? When something like this happens, it was usually part of some sort of diabolical plan.

A shiver suddenly ran down his spine. He waited for his ghost sense or something, but it never came. Arching an eye brow, the boy sighed again and stood. "Wouldn't be surprised..." he murmured.

E/N: No time; no time! Gosh! So behind!

--Airamé Phantom