Omgomgomgomgomg I actually got a review! I'm so happy! Seriously I was at the point I was gonna accept death threats as long as they were constructive criticism... okay I'm not that desperate. Anyways, hopefully I will be able to update more regularly, and I have to admit just one review really gave me the encouragement to keep going with this thing... that and the fact I've been working on it for like... months. Anyhoo...

Disclaimer: I do not own the following things: Danny Phantom, Tacos, John Cusack and 90s smart alec lines.

Confrontation

So engrossed was I in Jeff's thoughts that I hadn't noticed English had ended. Warning me that another tardy mark wasn't gonna help my record, Lancer broke me out of my dream world. I thanked him and scooted to Math just in time, only to be greeted by the cold stare of two of my classmates. One I didn't give a shit about. The other I could feel radiating through my bones. What had I done to make Tracy Schmidt and Lottie so mad? Then I thought of the only connection both of them had. Jeff. They couldn't know I had his diary?

I decided I would make my reading a little more discreet this lesson as I was pretty sure I wouldn't get away with it when I had a sharp teacher and a class that we didn't usually read in. I looked down at the messy scrawl, taking a while to determine exactly what was being said. Jeff seemed to have a secret language in his notes, like he talked in riddles. He never seemed to name anyone, just refer to them as 'he', 'she' or 'they'. And if he really hated you, he'd call you 'it'.

One passage stated, 'Nothing that I've said would cause anyone else distress, but as soon as I questioned her, her body went rigid; her face cold; her voice coarse. She answered erratically as she tried to cover up whatever it was she was doing. Before I was so determined. So determined to tear the answers from her and use them to my advantage. But I could sense that she was not willing to share simple information like what the hell it was she was doing, let alone let me in on one, of what I assumed, was her biggest kept secrets. And yet I had learnt so much on my own...'

I was someone who kept secrets. What I still couldn't understand was why Jeff had taken the time to learn my secrets and work out my stories. He knew I had some sort of relationship with Danny Phantom, and that would surprise any kid. But he just had to know why that was and what I was covering up. Why?

'Hello? Earth to Fenton?' Eyes twitching up, I witnessed Greg and Lottie hovering over me. Greg's tone and face friendly and open, Lottie's arms crossed and face pretty much a photocopy from the start of the lesson.

'Really? Earth to Fenton? That line is so ten years ago.' I mocked.

'That may be so, but today is taco day and I wanna get there before, oh I don't know, every kid in Casper High does.' He grabbed my arm, pulling me from the desk and in shock I realised the place was completely empty. What the hell was this book doing to me? I felt around for it but couldn't feel it in my grasp anymore. It was lying perfectly visible on the floor. 'Hey, what's this?' Greg questioned as he knelt down and examined the thing. I swiftly ripped it away from his grip.

'Nothing,' I stated, a little too suspiciously. Greg held up his hands in surprise.

'Whoa okay, I didn't know you kept a diary. But why would you bring it to school? That's like wearing a white suit in a paintball game.'

'I...uh...I didn't want my parents to read anything...weird in it...'

'You know what, I'm sick of you trying to cover up your tracks Kelly, just admit it!' Lottie suddenly lashed and startled both Greg and I.

'Admit what?' I tried to say as innocently as I could. God I was sick of being interrogated.

'You know exactly what I mean,' I wasn't ready to tell Greg and Lottie anything about my ghost powers. Jeff worked it out on his own and had his dad to protect him. They only had me. 'You're dating Jeff aren't you?'

'Huh? No! Are you crazy?'

'Oh come on, the secret conversations, you getting snappy every time his name is mentioned, you don't think I'm blind do you?' Wow, she'd been concentrating awfully hard. I needed to cover up what was really going on more than I needed to savour mine and Jeff's friendship. It made sense for me to lie to Lottie, concoct this story about me and him secretly dating, and pay him to go along with it. But I just couldn't do it. Not if he wouldn't want me to.

'He's helping me with chem...' I reasoned as convincingly as I could.

'Right, like you need help in chem, you're a brain!'

'Sheesh Lottie, we were forced to be partners in our assignment and if he doesn't get at leas don't get an A.' At least that part was true. 'We just had to make sure that we were on the right track. That's it I swear.'

'Oh so then you weren't seducing him behind my back?'

'You're crazy! Nobody is this crazy,' I exclaimed, 'No I was not seducing Donahue behind your back. I can barely talk to the guy without wanting to hit him!' I felt bad saying this. Behind Jeff's class clown exterior, he had actually respected my privacy and not told every kid in school that I was the ghost girl. But I had to lead Lottie off the scent.

'But Kel, I just don't get it! Why were you talking to Jeff? I didn't even know you guys talked! It seemed like it was getting pretty heated over a stupid assignment...'

'You were listening in?' Greg was the first to pull a guilty face and so I fiercely directed at him 'You had no right!' Then realisation dawned on me. They really did know.

'Geez, calm down Fenton, we were just curious! We couldn't even hear what you guys were talking about; you just sounded pretty pissed off.' Oh thank Jesus. 'You didn't have to stand right against the door to hear that.'

'Listen guys, I know this looks totally bad right now and Lottie I promise you, I would never betray you,' I reasoned, 'it's just our... assignment has got pretty hectic lately you know?'

'Well I hope your "assignment" goes to plan...' Greg made quotation marks in the air, forcing me to bash him with my elbow.

'That's enough kids! Sorry I got a little crazy there.' Lottie apologised.

'Don't worry I expect it from you...' she glared, not amused by my light tease, 'Kidding!' She let out a small smile easing my conscious. Thank God I got out of that one.

'Well, if you ask me half the football team has already got to the tacos...' Greg groaned.

'Then let's go before you have withdrawal symptoms.'

Pulling them out the door, we sprinted to the cafeteria only to be stopped by the token-popular-bitchy-girl-used-in–these- high school –dramas- to-make-the-main –character- seem- more- appealing herself, Tracy Schmidt. God dammit, what now? 'And where do you think you're going?' she questioned, forcing her head to tilt sinisterly. I mean seriously, she looked like she was in a horror movie.

'Okay, listen Tracy, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that wherever me and my friends plan to go does not coincide with your idealistic popular agenda, is that correct?' I pondered.

'Fenton, do you ever stop being a nerd?'

'Yeah the funny thing is, we don't really care and were just desperate for a corn tortilla stuffed with shredded beef, so if you can move we will be eternally grateful.' Greg spouted, he was beginning to twitch and if Tracy wasn't careful she was gonna feel the effects of it.

'Listen losers, the only one I've got any beef with...' Greg's mouth began to drool, 'Is Fenturd, the rest of you are of no use to me.'

'I don't get it, in real life the popular kids don't even talk to the nerdy kids. Why do they do it in this?' Lottie whispered. Greg shrugged.

'In other words, beat it!' Tracy snarled. They looked to me with compassionate features.

'Go ahead, I'll catch up.' They quickly paced, eager to avoid this fiery encounter, 'I'm sorry but could you make this quick?'

'Shut your mouth Fenton, I will ask you one thing and one thing only and you better answer or so help me...'

'Get on with it! Jeez...'

'Have you been having secret liaisons with Jeff Donahue?'

'Secret liaisons? Seriously? Why is everybody here insane?'

'Answer the damn question!'

'Alright! No. I can honestly tell you that nothing PG-13 or over has gone on between me and Donahue. We are lab partners. That is all. Now if you would excuse me, I would like to join my friends.' I tried to push past the fuming teenager.

Life is a crazy thing, when you need someone to stay away from an ever so difficult situation; they just seem to jump right in. Jeff waltzed into this display of aggression and demands. 'Hey what's goin' on guys...?' He said with a false grin, but then his features went serious as he addressed me business-like. 'I need to talk to you Kelly.'

'My God Jeff, of all the times!' My head fell into my hands.

'Oh so what, you're on first name basis now? I can't believe this!' Crocodile tears seemed to pour from her lids and I'm pretty sure I saw Jeff smirk a little bit. 'It's over between us Jeff!'

'It was even on?' He whispered to himself.

She continued, 'I'm no longer copying your algebra, that you were "so happy" to let me borrow!' She fiercely growled, 'And as for you Fenturd, you better watch your tight ass, because if you're not careful there is going to be a $500 designer boot up it.' And the dragon stomped off in her rage.

'What in God's name just happened?' I contemplated, somewhat traumatised by my experience.

'I only give her my algebra homework because I know it's wrong... and if you ask me, she just complemented you.'

'What? That was a threat! People get arrested for that kind of shit.'

'She called your ass tight; I think she was actually unleashing her long suppressed lesbian feelings towards you... ow!' I had responded to Jeff's hypothesis with a fierce elbow to his abdomen. 'What was that for?'

'Only you would pick up on that. Anyway, that would only happen in your wildest dreams Donahue.'

'Well I can't really deny that...' He mocked, even with me giving him my ultimate evils, he remained grinning, so I hit him again. After howling for a while he started, 'Anyway I've lost something and considering you were at the scene of the crime, I was wondering if you had it.' Oh, his diary... but I hadn't finished reading it yet.

'Uh... what kind of thing?' I innocently enquired.

'Well...uh... it's a kind of notebook?'

'A kind of notebook, so it's not a notebook?'

'Well, yeah it is a notebook, it's got my homework in it, but it's doesn't look like a notebook.'

'What does it look like then, a young John Cusack?'

'No... I mean... it's made of leather... and it has my initials,' He stuttered, 'and it has some... personal things in it...' He whispered.

'Personal things? Ha! Donahue keeps a diary.' I felt kinda bad for mocking him about it, especially as I had been reading it all morning.

'It's a journal. And I'm not talking about whether or not Brad Higgins winked at me in gym class. I just say... stuff.'

'Has that been an issue for you Donahue? Sexual harassment is no laughing matter... '

'Would you just tell me if you saw it?'

'No... I haven't seen a journal anywhere.' I lied as best as I could.

He sighed. 'Okay... I guess it must be lying around somewhere. Thanks anyway...'

He turned around in the other direction, and suddenly the guilt overwhelmed me. 'Hey Jeff?' I called when he was approximately 3 feet away.

'You rang?' He sighed.

'Thanks for being so understanding, you know, about earlier.'

'Don't mention it Fenton,' And with that he gave me a slight salute and walked off to the janitors closets, where he wouldn't find what he was looking for. I am a terrible human being. I lied to one of the only people that weren't giving me any serious grief, and somebody who was willing to help me with the mess that was my ghost alter ego. I am a terrible human being!