Author's Note: Hi! *Waves* Sorry for the late update, but I hadn't been on the computer for a while. Anyways, yeah, I know Seth is supposed to be hitting on Sam, not Paulina, but DO NOT WORRY, I know what I'm doing. Just read along and find out exactly what I mean!

Disclaimer: I own DP! *Waves paper of the rightful owning of DP* YAY! *Butch Hartman storms over and snatches the paper out of my hand*. Awww... Now I don't own either of Charmed OR Danny Phantom!


Chapter Seven

School's Cruel

Casper High, Amity Park, Indiana

Sam's POV

We hurried through the school corridor. We were extremely late. Very late. Maybe that had to do with something that happened that morning…


Flashback:

I was lying in my bed, my eyes closed. I felt the pressure and heat of something – or someone – in the bed, and I opened my eyes to find myself surrounded by Danny's protective arms.

That's how I feel when I'm around Danny: protected.

I smiled, and wiped his hair out of his face. Feeling movement, Danny's eyes half opened.

"Hey," he said groggily, smiling down at me.

"Good morning," I said, yawning. I stretched, and then turned to look at the clock on my bedside table.

7:32, it read.

Oh my God, school!

I propped out of bed abruptly, looking again at the clock to make sure it was right. It was. I shook Danny, telling him urgently that it was time for school.

"I don't wanna go," he said, covering his eyes with a pillow. Then he pulled me back down on the bed. "I wanna stay here with you."

"As much as I like that idea," I said, removing the pillow from his eyes. "we still have school. And if you don't hurry, we're gonna miss breakfast and be late."

Danny groaned, and he started rolling away from me on the bed. His plan was to turn away from me and go back to sleep, but he was on the edge of the bed that he fell from it and landed on the ground with a 'thump'.

And you'd think he'd stop being clumsy after the summer we spent together.

"Yeah, that woke me up," he told me from the other side of bed, and I let out a little chuckle. I went over to him, and helped him up.

"Come on," I said, helping him up. Once he was on his feet, I added, "I'll go brush my teeth. You can come with me, or you can keep company with my combat boot."

We ended up brushing our teeth together, and a little five minute water fight. We only stopped once Paulina kept banging at the door, demanding she have the bathroom for her 'Beauty Check'. Typical Paulina.

So when we returned back to my room, our outfits picked from last night were lying on my little purple couch in the corner of the room.

"We take turns in changing?" Danny offered, pointing at the clothes.

"I have a better idea," I said, then, snapping my fingers and concentrating, the outfits starting disappearing from the couch, and reappearing on our bodies. .

"Yeah, I like that idea," Danny said, looking down at the sudden change. He was in his same worn out jeans, but instead of his white t-shirt with the red dot in the middle, he was wearing a white shirt, like the one in Justin Bieber's Never Let You Go music video.

As for me, I was dressed differently too this time. A plain black, long sleeved t-shirt, with a little blue heart at the top, next to the collar, and skinny jeans in the same blue colour. I actually looked good in blue.

Danny looked down at me. "What's with the blue?" he asked.

"Y'know," I said, moving closer, until my body was against his. We were practically hugging, my arms on his waist, his arms on mine, holding me close. "It's the same colour of your eyes."

He smiled that gorgeous smile of his, and I closed his lips with mine into a kiss. We kept on kissing, feeling the passion run through, until a sound distracted us.

We broke apart abruptly. I thought it might be Tucker telling us to hurry up for school, or Paulina shouting for us to cut it out, but it wasn't even close.

A high-level demon was standing there, two fireballs projected in both his hands.

Once he got our attention, he shot the fireballs at me and Danny. Danny held me tight, and turned us both intangible. The fireball passed us, but it went straight into my window. Shattered glass fell on the floor, causing cold air to pour through the room.

Danny dropped his intangibility just as the demon was about to fire another fireball. By instinct, once the fireballs were in the air and towards us, I used my Kinetic Power – telekinesis, if you like the formality – and made the balls backfire. And they hit the demon SMACK in the chest.

The demon burned, and then let out a cry of pain. Danny and I looked to the open window, making sure nobody saw. The streets were empty, deserted. There were no cars, no people walking, nothing. And on the tree there was… a crow.

It was black, with big wings that reflected rainbows, and eyes staring directly at me and Danny. I was about to ask Danny what it was, when the crow flied away, and Tucker and Paulina came stumbling in the room.

"What was that ruckus?" Tucker asked, and when Paulina was about to ask another question, we all turned to stare at him.

"What?" he asked, acknowledging our weird looks.

"You were reading Definition of the Day on your calendar again, weren't you?" Danny asked knowingly, folding his arms across his chest.

"Yeah," Tucker said, shrugging. "It's totally plobnorg!"

At that, we all raised one eyebrow. "Plobnorg?"

"Yeah," Tucker said, and once seeing our confused faces, he sighed. "It's the formal word for 'awesome', duh."

"Oh, c'mon, Tucker," Danny said, disbelief in his voice. "You just made that one up."

At that exact moment, one of the maids rushed in. "Good morning, miss Manson," she said, and once I was about to snap about the whole 'Miss Manson' thing, she quickly added, "I mean, Sam. Um, breakfast is ready. And I had a taste, and the chef is completely plobnorg!"

Tucker gave us the Huh-What'd-I-tell-ya look as the maid rushed out of the room.

"Okay, fine," I said. "Anyways, we better hurry if we wanna have time to eat breakfast before school."

We all headed down the stairs, and to the kitchen. The food was already laid out on the wooden table. Mom and dad had cleared out all the wizard stuff away and put a spell on the kitchen so that when we say the 'Appear as it was' spell, the lair would appear instead of the kitchen. They have emptied anything supernatural from out of sight for the new school year. They probably knew I was going to have non-magical visitors from the first day.

The chef has made pancakes, laid out cereal, milk and orange juice, and –

Omelets?

"Omelets?" I said aloud, walking closer to the table just to make sure. Yes, they served eggs. Aka, baby unborn birds.

"Who had the sick idea of serving omelets?" I said harshly to Aid, one of the maids. I didn't mean to sound harsh, but every living being in this mansion knows how I feel about animals. Cooked animals.

"Uh, um," she stammered, taken aback by my sudden fury. "Uh, one of your guests, um, told the chef that she specifically wanted Omelets."

I turned to Tucker. "Tucker! You know how I –" then I paused. She?

I turned to Paulina, who had her arms folded across her pink leather jacket, covering her blue long sleeved t-shirt that had a picture of some cat or something, looking around the room innocently.

Once I caught her eye, she flinched under my mental images of birds being sliced open and cows' meat being cut from it. Paulina was not a big fan of disgust. And frankly, neither was I.

"Sorry," she said in a low voice, looking down. When she looked up again, she had her pouty face on. "But I had a sudden craving for eggs."

"What's next?" I asked, still furious. "You'll feed me grasshoppers and frogs?"

"Uh, Sam," Danny said, shifting uncomfortably beside me. "Some countries do eat those."

I closed my eyes, trying to get the image of disgust out of my head. I took a deep breath, and shook my head, as if it would erase the picture out of my head.

"Okay," I said, more calmly this time. "Aid, can you please tell the chef to not cook anything that lived or breathed or anything with a soul."

My voice hardened in the end, and I guess Aid saw how upset I was. She nodded, and started running towards the chef, who cooked in his kitchen, like the one in restaurants. This kitchen was the family kitchen/lair, and there was another big kitchen through one of the doors of the house where chef Paulo did what he did best.

"Now," I said, sitting down on my usual seat, right in front of the pancakes. "We can eat."

Danny and Paulina looked indifferently, like they had this morning, and just sat down, each one on one side. Tucker just stood there, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.

"Are you guys always like this?" he asked as he took his chair hesitantly.

"You have no idea," we all said at the same time, and, sharing glances, we all burst out laughing.

After we cooled down, we started digging in, making comments about the food every now and then. It was only after five or ten minutes that Tucker asked the question he asked earlier.

"So, seriously, what happened this morning?" he asked, taking a bite from his pancake. I spilled syrup on mine, and answered, shrugging, "A ghost."

"Just a ghost?" he asked, slightly suspicious. "Who was he? Skulker? Klemper? The Box Ghost?"

"Wait," Paulina said, getting back to her stupid act. "A ghost? I thought it was a d–"

I hit her in the shin – hard – under the table before she could finish that word. She flinched in pain, and went to rub the spot I hit her in with her hand. She obviously forgot that TUCKER DOESN'T KNOW.

I shot the words hard at her, and she instantly shut up, getting back to eating her omelet.

"A what?" Tucker asked. He was the one to pay attention. That was bad for us; because that actually makes him smart enough that he might actually figure out my secret. It's not that I don't want to tell him, it's just that he might take with a big shock. And not just the witch part. I was talking about the whole fact that Paulina and I were twin sisters. He barely believed we were friends.

"Nothing," Paulina muttered, smiling in assurance at Tucker. He shrugged, and let it slide.

End of Flashback


We made it. We were at the school, and the halls were empty, which meant that first period must've started. We went or different ways – well, Paulina practically made a lightning boom, explaining that she wouldn't let anyone see that she was with them, heading to our class – and that's how now I'm in History class.

I entered the class, and once the door made sound, all eyes were on me, and Mr. Lancer stopped his lecture.

I entered the class silently with my head bow, muttering an "I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Lancer" as I sat down. Seth was already there beside me, and I didn't look up to know he and Paulina were flirting secretly.

"Okay, now that we're all here," Mr. Lancer directed that at me in particular. "I have an assignment for you. You are going to research about World War 1, World War 2, or any war that satisfies you."

Chatter started in the class, mostly about how 'boring' this was going to be, but Mr. Lancer coughed, making the class's attention turn back to him.

"And you're going to have partners," Mr. Lancer said, bringing out a sheet. "Okay, now, Star, you will go with Dash," and then he started saying other couples to do the assignment together. Then, he said, "Seth Chambers," at his name, Paulina straightened up, and winked at him. "You are teamed up with Sam Manson."

The whole class gaped. Paulina had the widest eyes, and she looked at me with a look of disbelief. I shrugged at her, telling her in my mind that I didn't write the list.

When I looked at Seth, he smiled at me. I forced a smile on my face, and gladly succeeded. So much for not wanting to have anything to do with Paulina and her 'beau'.


After Class

"The nerve of this guy," I said, placing my food tray on our usual table in the cafeteria. I sat down, facing Tucker, with Danny sitting next to me. "He says that he wants us to work instantly on the project, and we start at my house. He actually thinks I was going to let him near my house again."

"Well," Tucker said, taking a bite out of his Sloppy Joe. "What did he do the last time he was there? Wait – when was he there? We only knew him since yesterday."

"Well, that's when he showed up," I started explaining, chewing down a piece of lettuce. "Yesterday. He came over to my house – which I have no idea how he got the address – and claimed that I had his History Book."

Danny shrugged. "I think you should let that slide. I mean, he just thought he left his book with you. Is that why you're irritated with him?"

"Nope," I said, dropping my fork on the plate so I can be talking to them straightly. "I went to my room to search for his book, and when I came down, he was making out with Paulina. In my living room. In my house. Paulina."

I emphasized every word to make them see how really irritated I was.

"Relax," Danny said, dropping his food and moving closer to me. "Just try to calm down. You look tense; want me to give you a massage?"

I was about to say "Oh, I'd love you to" but Tucker interrupted. "Danny, are you really gonna give Sam a massage in public?"

Once we thought about it, it did seem ridiculous. We shrugged, and secretly sent messages to each other that we'd complete that discussion later.

Just as we were about to get up to dump our plates into the garbage bin, Seth came in my way.

"Hi, Sam," he said in a friendly tone. I smiled at him, and started catching up with Danny and Tucker to dump my place with them, but Seth was determined to get my attention. He got in front of me again, this time his expression wasn't as friendly.

"So," he said, capturing me between him and the dumpster. "You wanna grab something to eat before we start our project tomorrow?"

"Um," I really didn't know what to say. This guy knew I had a boyfriend, and Danny was right there. He wouldn't dare hit on me with my boyfriend that close. "No, thanks, Seth. I was actually thinking we do our research at your place, because my parents aren't home, and they don't want me having any visitors until they come back."

That was a total lie, of course, since we all just came back from my house this morning. But I'll make any excuse – I'll even say that the house was on fire – if it will get him to shake out the idea of coming to my house.

"No," he said quickly, making me look up at him in confusion. "I mean, I have the same case – parents' outta town – but yeah, sure, you can come there. Here's the address," he gave me a card, and his address and phone number written on it. Who did he think he was, James Bond?

"So, can't wait for tomorrow night," he finally said. Before he went, he left tons of people gasping, wide-eyed – especially Paulina – when he winked at me.