Hey guys! I'm so sorry I haven't updated. Things have been crazy here. You have no idea. Heh. Well, anyway, here's chapter 6. Things get personal, Jazz gets suspicious, Danny becomes confused. It's high school. Anyway, enjoy and R&R! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny. -.-

Chapter 6: Ordeals

Flying through the air didn't scare me. I had flown many times before. No, it was being held tightly in the arms of a male that terrified me beyond my very being. It was the fact that one arm was underneath my knees, touching my legs, while the other was supporting my back, his hand right below my breasts. It was the fact that his face was so close to mine I could feel his breath ruffling the very top of my hair. Granted, it could've been the wind and I could've been overreacting, but I was past the point of forming coherent thoughts.

I could feel the shaking beginning in my arms and legs. The shift in Danny's body, how he held me closer to his chest, told me he noticed. But this action just succeeded in further panicking me. The shaking turned to violent thrashing quickly.

"Let me go!" I shouted, practically throwing myself from his arms. Danny seemed surprised and he caught me quickly as I almost fell, holding me closer. At that I let out a shrill, panicked scream, beating a fist against his chest. I could see the bewildered look in his eye.

Tears of rage and fear spilled over my eyelids but I didn't cry. Instead I sat up in his arms and twisted myself slightly so my booted feet were against his chest. He tried to right the awkward position, but I plowed my feet into his stomach with full force, causing him to cry out and accidentally drop me. Thankfully by that point our struggling had brought us close to the ground and I landed pretty softly on the grass.

I stood shakily, brushing the dirt and grass from my black pants, thankful they were black so the grass stains wouldn't show. I wrapped my arms around myself and began to walk away stiffly.

"Hey, wait!" Danny shouted. I heard him soar toward me and felt him beside me before I saw him. I turned away slightly to brush the tears roughly away, not allowing him to see my weakness. He placed a gloved hand on my shoulder and I flinched, knocking it off with a rough jerk. "Hey-"

"Leave me alone!" I shouted through gritted teeth. I was supposed to get him to like me, but at the moment I felt like a trapped animal. He had scared me, and I was still out of range of sensible thoughts. I just wanted to go home and sleep.

"But I just wanted to-"

"Just please, leave me alone!" I cried. But he wouldn't fly off. He flew beside me persistently. I whirled around finally, trying to keep the tears that filled my eyes from spilling over. He glanced at my teary eyes and violently shaking body and backed away slightly, his eyes filled with confusion. "I just want to go home. Please just leave me alone." I winced at how frail my voice sounded, but I didn't really care. I had imagined my first meeting with Phantom to be much different. This was a disaster.

I turned on heel and bolted for my house.

Phantom, thankfully, didn't follow.

"She seemed afraid of you?" Sam raised her eyebrows, pulling her head from the locker along with a book.

"Yea. It was like she was terrified I would hurt her," Danny sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "And who isn't? I'm a freak."

"Don't, man," Tucker said consolingly, placing a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "It's not your fault."

"Did you ask Jazz?" Sam asked suddenly. "Did you explain it all to her?"

"Yea, she…" He stopped suddenly, looking uncomfortable. He sighed. "I dunno if I should be telling you guys this…"

"Yes you should," Sam said in an almost demanding voice. Tucker snickered.

"Ok, well," He sighed again and leaned closer. "You know how she doesn't like to be touched and stuff?" He went on at their nods. "And how she seems so secretive and shit?" More nods. "Well, Jazz thinks she might've been… abused."

"Sexually? Physically? Verbally?" Sam said after a moment of silence.

"All three," Danny sighed a third time. "Then she explained a bunch of terms, I tuned out. It's just… that's horrible. What kind of people do that?"

Someone really sick, I thought, clenching my hands around my CD player which was off. I was listening a few lockers down, my headphones covering my ears to make sure they though I wasn't listening. However, so far they hadn't even seemed to notice me. Which of course also worked to my benefit.

"Jazz wants to have a session with her," Danny said, snickering a bit now. My heart beat more quickly in my chest. "I'm pretty sure she's gunna call her down or something."

The bell rang right above my head and I jumped a little, gathering my things and getting to my feet. I watched Danny, Tucker, and Sam look around at each other for a moment before ducking quickly into Lancer's class. After a moment I followed, making it seem like I had just gotten in. I tucked my headphones into my bag and took my seat next to Danny and in front of Tucker. Sam sat on Danny's other side.

I ignored the odd looks they were giving me and pulled out my notebook, taking slow, calming breaths. Anger began to bubble beneath my skin. Jazz, Danny's meddling sister, would dare to try and define me? To get into my business and see what made me so fucked up?

Well I wouldn't let that happen.

And the fact that Danny had told Tucker and Sam pissed me off as well.

I contented myself with the thought that they would all pay eventually, but it didn't stop the shaking that was beginning in my hands. I gripped the pen tightly in one and the side of the desk in the other to steady them.

Lancer stepped in front of the class, quickly calling us to attention by taking roll. I paid attention, hoping to keep my mind off of my anger.

"Settle down, settle down," He said over the babble. "It's time to take attendance. Dash Baxter?"

"Here."

I began to wonder suddenly what I would do if and when Jazz called me down. My heart pounded at the thought but I calmed myself with a disgusted breath. I won't go, I decided simply. I mean, she can't make me talk to her, right? It's my body, my life. And she can't take control of it.

"Kida Teron?"

"Here," I replied absently, still thinking.

"Danny Fenton?"

"He-oh!" I glanced over just in time to see a faint bluish mist blow from Danny's mouth, as if it was very cold. "Um, Mr. Lancer? I need to use the bathroom before school starts!"

"Is there any point in telling you no?" Lancer sighed in defeat.

"No!" Danny shouted back, already in the hallway. A few kids chuckled and Lancer shot them a glare. He continued with roll.

That breath… I remember reading that in his file… some sort of sense. A ghost sense? I think it is. But then that means there's a ghost nearby? I sat up quickly and squinted out the window, using my powers to try and sense a ghost. Unfortunately I wasn't sure what ghost energy felt like to my powers. There were many different energies around, but most of them were foreign. Any one of them could've been ghost energies. And I had been too freaked out the night before to seek out Danny's and maybe store it for later use. I groaned softly and rubbed the bridge of my nose. This is not going well. He should've chosen someone else.

I angrily sent an eraser flying across the room with that thought.

This chapter was ok to write. The next chapters are getting harder. I'm writing chapter 14, and i'm trying to wrap it up without cutting it off. Well, you'll see. Anyway I'll try and update sooner as an apology! Bye!