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A firm hand clapped against his shoulder while the other hand gripped Greggor's shoulder and pulled him off. Danny coughed a few times, regaining breath and the slight self control he lost. He felt relieved, but that was soon destroyed when he met the angry blue gaze of none other than Dash.

"Hungarian kid, what did I say?" The jock said through grit teeth. His grip on the white haired student's shoulder was tightening, making the boy cringe and wince in pain.

"What. Did. I. Say?" Dash said again, his impatience showing.

"N-Not to come near Danny?" Greggor asked, his voice cracking.

"Right. Now why were you doing what you were?"

"P-Please, you are hurting my shoulder."

"Don't fuck with me." Dash spat, throwing Greggory on the other side of the wall. His hand still remained on Danny's shoulder, but it wasn't to hurt him. It seemed to be keeping him in place so that he couldn't make a run for it. Greggory slid down the wall once he hit, stars blurring his vision as pain shot from his back.

"When I tell you to stay away from something or someone, you do it. If you go against it, you'll be locked in the unused janitor's closet for the next week. Got it?"

Greggory managed to give a slight nod, trying his best to recover from the impact and having his shoulder man-handled. Dash shot him one last nasty look before taking Danny away. Of course, with Danny being Danny, there was no way he would oblige.

"Dash, let me go!"

"No."

"Dash!"

The said blonde stopped and turned around, his eyes murderous. "I told you he was onto you. I told you, but you wouldn't listen!"

Danny put his hand up, while the other was still in Dash's grasp. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry for not listening to you, okay? Now will you please let me go?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"'Cause then you'll go running off somewhere, and disappear for the rest of the day."

Goddammit, why did he have to be right about that?

"And that matters to you because?"

Dash stiffened at this, getting the other to give a small smirk.

"What I do isn't any of your business, so just let me go."

"No."

"Dash..."

"I said no, and why were you kissing him?"

This time Danny's body went slightly rigid, but he put on an irked face. "Don't try to change the subject Dash."

"Don't run away from what you can't face Fenton."

"What do you mean 'what I can't face'?"

Dash snorted. "You can't bear the fact that I was right. Not only that but you can't even say that you're straight out gay." The blonde said, a superior look reflecting in his blue eyes. The other could only avert his gaze down to the floor.

"I, I'm not gay." He mumbled. Dash rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, you're just some normal straight guy that was caught kissing the Hungarian exchange student. Pfft, of course you're not gay."

"Shut up Dash, don't make my life any more harder than it is."

"Oh? So it's hard being a gay loser?"

Danny bit his bottom lip. "Fuck off Dash." He said, yanking his hand away and taking a step away. Dash immediately grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

"Look, just tell me why you were kissing Greggory, he's not that great of a guy."

"Like I said before: Fuck off Dash."

"No, I won't fuck off. Now tell me why you were-"

"I wasn't! I wasn't kissing him, HE was kissing me!" The Half Ghost shot. "I was just getting to class when he dragged me away and started talking nonsense. And then he kissed me, and then you showed up, and now I'm here!" He spouted angrily. Dash looked stunned for a moment. Surprised more than stunned, but shocked none the less. Suddenly, he began to chuckle, which only succeeded in angering the other teen more.

"Fenton, I think I know why he kissed you." Dash said between laughs. "You're too cute. Anyone would want to kiss you." He said, and swooped down to give him a gentle peck. A horrified expression took over Danny's face before it returned to its angered state.

".....What the hell?"

"What?"

"What do you mean 'what?' You just kissed me!" He said with a flushed face. Dash shrugged.

"Well, you already kissed a Hungarian guy, and I'm German, so it's okay."

"Let's just get back to class." Danny said, his scowl returning.

A long sigh escaped her lips as she leaned against the red brick wall, hanging her head down and letting her short black strands curtain her face.

"What's wrong?"

She looked up to see her beretted friend facing her, a concerned look on his face. She shrugged.

"Nothing really, it's just that Greggor hasn't shown up yet, and he said that he would meet me here after school."

"Really? I saw him in the nurse's office."

"What? The Infirmary? Why didn't you tell me?" Sam asked, her voice clearly irritated. Tucker took a step back and put his hands in front of him.

"Sorry, I didn't know that you were waiting on him."

"Oh really, who was the person who said that we should meet up and go to the Nasty Burger?"

"Oh yeah...."

"Now tell me, why is he in the Infirmary?"

"I don't know, go see for yourself."

Sam gave an irritated groan and turned around, ready to go back in and head for the Nurse's office, but bumped into someone instead. She stumbled back three paces back before regaining her posture and shooting the other a murderous glare. The person put his hands up.

"Don't kill me."

"Danny?"

"Yeah, sorry if I ticked you off... What's wrong?"

"It's Greggor, he's in the Infirmary, I have to go see him." She said quickly before bolting in the direction. Danny got a gut feeling that things were going to get even worse.

"You want to go to the Nasty Burger?" Tucker asked, Danny shrugged. "I don't think I do anymore. Anyway, I have to patrol tonight, so I need to get my homework done if I don't want to fail this semester."

Tucker nodded. "Alright, well, if you need anything, you know where to call."

"Yeah, see ya."

"Later."

Not wanting to stick around to see if Sam found out about anything, the Halfa made his was around the bushes and went ghost [unnoticed mind you] before heading home. Thoughts plagued his mind like an infectionous disease, making him feel worse than usual. The best way to sort out thoughts were to bullet point them, so he might as well try.

1) Greggor was onto him

2) Dash knew

3) He thought he was straight, but what if he wasn't?

4) Sam and Tucker will find out eventually

5) What would happen if Jazz found out?

6) More importantly, what would his parents say?

Danny shook his head. No, they wouldn't find out. He wouldn't let it happen, and besides, this as probably just a phase he was going through. It wouldn't be uncommon for teenagers to go through a gay phase right? Danny slipped through the walls and transformed back once he was back in his room, falling on top of his bed. Anyhow, he had to do something about Greggor, but in a way so that Sam wouldn't find out anything more than she already did (if she already did).

"What happened?"

The white haired exchange student looked at the corner of the room. "Nothing Sam, nothing."

"This doesn't seem like nothing." She said with a flat tone in her voice ad she slapped the injured shoulder. Greggor gave a howl in response and scooted away from the purple eyed teen, holding his shoulder gingerly.

"Sam, please do not hit that shoulder, it hurts."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I kinda know that. Now tell me who did this to you." She said with crossed arms and furrowed brows. Elliot felt cold beads of sweat run down his back. If he told her it was that damn jock, she would find out why, and if she found out why he would loose a really hot goth chick. Shit Shit Shit. He didn't want to loose her, but he really wanted that scrawny kid too. Elliot postured himself, putting on a smile for show. He had to do things slowly and carefully, if someting like that happened again he would be out of the game, and by the looks of it, Sam didn't seem to know anything.

"Sam, I am happy that you are so concerned for me. But please do not worry yourself over it, I can handle it. And I am sure that the student did not mean what he did."

Sam could only pinch the bridge of her nose. 'He's not letting up. Is this a European thing? Or is it because he's too nice and naiive?' Putting her arms down to her sides she left the question unanswered.

"Well, you want to go to the Nasty Burger with Tucker?"

Greggor grinned. "Why of course."

Alright, so I follow this guy to his van, and he opens the door, but there's no candy inside. So I turn to him and say "Dude, where's the candy?" He just grins like a weirdo which pisses me off. So I kicked him in the nuts and stabbed his left nipple with an oatmeal box.

Turns out it was a test to see if kids would really follow strangers to their vans. I had to say sorryt o the guy whose nipple now doesn't work.

But I got the candy in the end.