Hello, babies~ Once again, it is I, sarcasmastic :D with another installment of SOMEJDWIP. Haha, YES, I did give it an acronym! Shut up, it's my story! XD Well, in all seriousness, this is a kind of heavy chapter. You can't ignore it, though. It's important. I hope you like it, because I had a bit too much fun writing it.... 0_o you'll see what I mean.

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"Now, this is serious, Daniel. From what I hear, there is some sort of a bullying situation going on in this school."

"You've heard wrong. Nothing is going on, what happened yesterday was a sport accident. Can I leave?"

"No. I don't care, I don't believe you, and no," she said with a bitter note ending her series of answers.

She had a clipboard lain down on the desk, and was writing something down on it. Danny almost thought to overshadow her and cancel this whole stupid meeting himself, but thought better of it. No… no, no no… No! No… Of course, no. What did you expect? "Sure, Danny. Go ahead, thanks for your time and have a nice day! Oh, and before you go, would you like some candy or sex?" WOAH. Dude, where did that come from? Already cheating, nice, he sighed, making her think that he was reacting to what she'd answered. He wasn't. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Okay, so "cheating" is a bit much, and technically, we're not going out, and we're not friends with benefits. Okay, we are, but not SEX benefits! Wait, is she talking?

"…get him down here and we can get through this as painlessly as possible."

"What? Who? Who are we getting down where?" Now you've done it! Because you couldn't pay attention, she went on talking and talking pointless drabbles and she's probably calling Dash down here. Or worse: my dad. God, no… Not my dad. He would never understand, or be able to help! Then, what if things get out of hand? What if I accidently say too much? Jesus, there's too much at stake for him to be coming here. Just ask her again, calmly. Wait a second…. Ask her? You really think she'll care, or answer you? Besides, what will asking help? It'll just delay the inevitable. Aw, man. What if it's Tucker she's calling down? Poor Tuck, he doesn't deserve that. He doesn't need to deal with this stupid situation more than he already is. Why would she call Tucker down anyways? Just because he's a friend of mine? No… no. It's definitely either Dash or my dad.

"We have the boy here for you, Miss Jacobs," came a voice from a box on her desk. Dash. Thank God it's Dash. Damn—it's Dash!

"Miss Jacobs, what's this all abo—Fenton?" Dash didn't need to finish his thought, because when he came around the corner, it was all explained. He was frozen in his tracks almost completely: one hand on the door frame and feet stuck to the ground. His jaw was hanging open, and his eyes were dead.

After an "encouraging nudge" from the attendant, Dash stumbled forward and took a seat in the chair next to Danny. A feral noise came from deep in his throat, and Danny could see that Dash's face was getting angrier. He went to the damn counselor? I know I was crying, but come on, Fenton! Really?

Aww…. He was concerned. How cute.

Concerned my ass. Does he think he can dog on me for that? After I let him get away without any broken bones? Oh, no. He'll pay… he'll pay so bad for this.

Well, you could be here for any number of reasons, doofus. Maybe it's schizophrenia. Hahah!

Shut the hell up.

Or, better yet? Maybe because he knows you're gay!

No! Shut up! I'm not gay and he doesn't know anything!

If you're not gay, then what is there to know!

Oh my God, just shut up.

"W-what…. What is this concerning, M-miss Jacobs?" Dash asked with a faltering voice. Go ahead and say that Danny saw me crying. I dare you.

Danny was biting his lip, trying to calm down. I need to explain this to Dash. Jeez… He took his hand behind his back and extended his first finger, shooting a tiny ectoray from his finger. He heard something shatter, and instantly regretted his decision. She gasped, she told us to wait. She hadn't even been able to get "Well, there's no need to be concerned just yet" out of her mouth, something he probably would've laughed at had he noticed it. She looked around the room, and the boys could've sworn her head went all the way around. She stood up and lumbered; lumbered towards the door slowly and threateningly, leaving without a single sound in some impossible, other worldly way. Dash was a statue, if only for a second. The air was glass; a thin, transparent layer so obviously present only if one is touching it. Danny was touching it. He could feel the wall of solid matter pressing against his chest and body and suffocating him so perfectly. He couldn't breathe this glass; he had to shatter it.

"Dash—" That was all it took. Danny didn't get a another word before Dash had moved faster than light towards him, taking the two sides of his shirt collar in his hands and sending them both towards the opposite side of the room with force. He rammed Danny's backside against the plaster with tremendous energetic anger, a sneer played across his face so familiar of Dash Baxter. Danny would've cried out—would've recoiled and yelped out in his pain if he could have. No air in his lungs, nothing but black in his eyes as Dash slammed his head against the wall in fury. He let Danny slump down as he turned around and locked the door of the guidance office. Just in case she comes back early.

"You told her? I frigging let you get off without so much as a scratch and you told her about it? I'll END you, Danny Fenton!" Dash said with a rage that'd gone unmatched in all of the years Danny had known him. There was never, not once, this much pure, unadulterated scornfulness and contempt in his voice, or in his eyes. Danny could see that what his voice wasn't doing, his eyes were. The blue: so fiery and bright and angry and disdainful were screaming in a pair exactly the same way he wanted his voice to scream. He wanted to scream more than anything, but apparently, refused to do so. He had Danny by one hand, holding him just under his jaw line and applying pressure. Danny was wheezing, eyes half open and still completely bewildered. Dash raised his eyebrows, playfully mocking him in the most torturous way he knew how.

"It's not… this… isn't… ab-about… this morning… gym… yesterday, nurse asked…. How it actually… but I wouldn't… I didn't mean to, but… I said—I said… your name… I t-tried…" Danny couldn't breathe. He put his hands over Dash's and tried to pull them off, and though it didn't work, it did make Dash realize what he was doing and release the kid he was apparently suffocating. Danny fell to the floor in a sputtering mess of inhalation, coughing on all fours for a moment before gasping and saying between breaths,

"…she wouldn't believe me… when I said that it was just a football accident… I said the name 'Dash' and she knew who I was talking about—I'm sorry. This has nothing to do with what happened this morning, I swear it. I'm sorry, Dash. I'm sorry," he said, breaking down. The boy in front of him sat silent and wide eyed as he watched a peer cry. He couldn't possibly understand why he was crying: he couldn't understand all of the pressure and emotions and secrets he was withholding so tightly behind a paper-thin, self-seemingly opaquely colored piece of fabric that was Danny Phantom's costume… and Danny hated that part, too. He opened his mouth. Dash, I'm Danny Phantom. I've got to. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep this to myself anymore.

"…Dash…"

"Y-yeah…?"

"I… I'm—"

"Why the HELL is this door locked?" came Satan's voice. They shared a look any teen could relate to: terror. Dash darted his eyes away and ran to the door, unlocking it swiftly then coming back to help Danny up. He had him by one arm, helping him off the floor. Danny looked up at the woman, and before she could say anything, he came at her with:

"Sorry, Miss Jacobs; I really needed to talk to Dash alone. I think we've got everything settled though. Honest. Can we go?"