AN: Again, late. Ugh. I need to stop getting so absorbed in these drabbles. Well, here you go, my dearest, darling readers! Love you! And if you're taking this too seriously, remember, it's...

Just A Game

Once they stopped horsing around, Sam, Tucker, and Danny sat in their corner of the bleachers in the back row. Danny in the corner, at the top right of the class, Sam in front of him, and Tucker next to him. His two friends had decided this arrangement at the beginning of the semester without his say. For some reason, they thought that since he was so tiny, he couldn't protect himself. Dash constantly being after him for one thing or another didn't help matters, either. However, when they saw Andrew walk into the class, they all rose their eyebrows. Andrew simply rose his eyebrow at Tucker. The tech geek nodded, and moved up a seat, allowing Andrew the seat next to Danny's. Danny gave him a questioning look. "Why are you sitting there?"

He shrugged, taking his things out and arranging them meticulously on his desk. "Well, I'm fairly certain that the others of this school aren't completely fond of me at the moment. So, it only makes sense for me to sit here. That, and you aren't that bad a person. For a Fenton."

Danny grinned, "Heh, thanks. You're not too terrible, either. For a Riter."

The purple-coated teen smirked, "Touche." There was something familiar about the words. Something Danny couldn't put his finger on, but it was like he had heard the words before. Or at least, something similar to them. But the more he tried to think of it, the more it seemed to escape him, like trying to grip at sand.

Sam narrowed her eyes, as her and Tucker turned to each other. They nodded, and leapt to their feet, Sam barking at him. " Private Tucker! Danny alert Golf Alpha Yankee!"

Danny gave them a bewildered stare, while Andrew dragged a hand down his face. "Woah, wait. Wha-"

"Captain Sam, sir! Designated plan of action, sir?"

Andrew shook his head, his face turning a light shade of red. "Why? It's not like-"

"Undetermined, private! Wait for instructions until they are given!"

Tucker gave her a salute, "Sir, yes, sir!" He and Sam plopped back down into their seats, as though nothing happened.

Danny looked exasperated while those coming into the gym looked at the group oddly. "What are you two talking about?!"

Sam turned to Danny, an almost innocent look on her face, Tucker's mirroring hers. "Danny, what do you mean?"

"Yeah, man, chill out! It's nothing!"

Andrew put a hand on his shoulder, still shaking his head, "Trust me, I- I'm pretty sure you don't want to know."

Tetslaff tweeted her whistle. She smirked up at their group as everyone settled into a seat. "Well, since we apparently got a new student a couple days ago and I didn't notice, what do you all say to showing him a game of dodgeball?"

Most students cheered at the thought of pelting the fresh meat with enough dodgeballs to give his bruises bruises. He schooled his face, and Danny watched, surprised as he looked at his fellow classmates with indifference and disdain. It was weird. Even though he was a nerd, it was like he thought he was so much better than them all. He gave Andrew's arm a small shake, "Hey, man, you alright?"

Andrew shook his head, looking back at Danny. "Yes, I am fine, I just… lose myself, at times. But, thank you, for your concern. At least you'll most likely be on my team.

"Alright. Team Captains, Fenton and Baxter. Get to it!" Danny grinned, and leapt down from the bleachers, bounding to the center of the gym, Dash stomping next to him. "Fenton. Your pick."

He immediately pointed at the goth, "Sam."

Dash nodded at his friend, "Kwan."

"Tucker."

"Jazz." Danny glared at the jock, but said nothing else. After all, for the day, their differences would be settled on the court.

It went on like that, the two picking either those they liked or thought would help their team the most. As they were nearing the end, it was down to Nathan, Lester, and Andrew. Danny was hesitant to pick Andrew. Sure, the guy was cool and all, but he looked pretty scrawny and weak. He'd probably be one of the first ones out. He sighed. Looking at his odds, either way, he'd end up with Andrew, because no way was Dash choosing him. "Andrew."

A small, almost unnoticeable smile quirked at the corner of his lips as he nodded, walking to Danny's side. He nodded at him, as Dash picked Lester, leaving Nathan to join Danny's team.

Looking up from her phone, Tetslaff saw that the teams were assembled. She grumbled, "Alright, alright, everyone against the opposite walls." Watching as they followed her instructions, she put red rubber balls on the center court line. Everyone readied themselves to run either towards them, or away. Surprisingly, Danny saw Andrew with a look of determination he had never seen on the bookworm, before. He analyzed his preconception about the teen, finding it was actually mostly wrong. If he looked closer, he could actually see a bit of muscle definition. Hm… Maybe he'll actually be helpful. Maybe even as helpful as Sam.

Tetslaff carefully and agonizingly slowly readied her timer in case the game ran long, and then blew her whistle. Danny quickly ran towards the balls, most of his team running away from them, which he rolled his eyes at. Sam was among the 'brave' and also picked one up, throwing it immediately. Danny took a moment to aim, then fired at Star. She pouted as she walked off to join Paulina at the bleachers, who was glaring at Sam. It took a minute, but he realized that Andrew was neither running towards or away from the balls being thrown. He was staying in the same spot he had started in, just moving to the side, and sometimes catching one. When he threw one, though, it reminded Danny of… something. But he couldn't think of what, as his best friend had just gotten out, and was now yelling at Sam from the sidelines. Once she threw the ball in her hands, she turned with a scowl to yell back, only to get hit in the arm.

The techno-geek's eyes widened as he ran, Sam chasing after him on the sidelines. It took a few minutes, but soon, Danny realized that on his team, it was only him, Andrew, and Nathan- Ooh, that had to have hurt. Make that him and Andrew left on his team, and Dash and Kwan on the other. Danny smirked, as he turned to Kwan. "Wow, nice job, Kwan!" He jumped to avoid a throw to his legs. "You've managed to hide behind Dash this whole time!" A duck and slide to the left. He felt the wind whoosh by as a slightly purple ball went speeding past him, hitting Kwan in the shoulder.

The jock's mouth fell open as he glared at Andrew fiercely. Danny looked at the teen, too. He really hadn't seen that coming. And wait, weren't the balls- He looked back to the ball bouncing on the ground, after it's pummeling of Kwan. It was just like any of the others, red rubber, bouncy, hurts when hit. He shook his head. It was probably the sleep deprivation getting to him. Suddenly, he realized what Andrew did. He gave a backwards glance and, without having to explain his plan, the teen nodded. Meanwhile, Dash was looking for a ball on his side of the court. "Aw, man, you, you wimpy fresh meat, are so gonna die."

Andrew gave a large fake yawn. "Coming from you, that doesn't really seem like a threat, Baxter!" Danny watched the two, Andrew completely relaxed, and Dash ready to just run over and pound him. Positive that Dash's attention was now completely on Andrew, Danny picked up the nearest ball, quickly throwing it at Dash.

Dash stopped whatever he was yelling as the ball fell to the ground at his feet. He gaped like a fish, making incomprehensible noises of confusion. The nerds all on the sidelines were shocked into silence, until they stood up cheering, even Valerie clapped. Danny grinned at Andrew, then at Tetslaff, who hopped down from her seat to stand in the middle of the court, holding their arms up high. "The winners, Fenton and the new kid!" Then she gave a smirk that would have made a kid lesser than Danny shrink back. "But, we can't have two winners."

Tetslaff is evil. But kinda sorta cool, in a way. Gonna be honest, I barely remember this chapter. Love you lots, though! Remember, reviews make me smile! Kasena, out!