74. Are You Challenging Me?

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Today was just not Danny's day; it was just one thing after the other. All and all leaving a very stressed out half-ghost with a very tiny tolerance level. On any other day Danny Fenton was a very calm relaxed guy, just not today. And he'd hate to be any poor son of a bitch to get in his way.

The raven haired teen trudged down the pavement, making an amazingly loud stomping sound for just sneakers. He was returning home from a very heated fight with a certain headstrong goth girl. He never understood and didn't think he ever would. It drove him insane on how over protective she could be.

Sometimes it was like they were married. He shook his head at the thought; they'd just started dating a few months ago and they were seventeen, not exactly time to be thinking about marriage. He was trying to be realistic here.

He growled and stomped on a discarded empty can of soda and kicked it as far as he could, she'd probably nag him to pick it up and preserve nature. He growled again, he loved that girl to death but some days she just pushed every button he had. Even when she wasn't around he was finding things that she might've done to piss him off.

Today was just not his day; it'd been ghost fight after ghost fight. Then two tests and two quizzes and he was stressed out. Not to mention the approach of finals. And of course his last ghost fight was extremely reckless that he'd nearly been killed in, and that drove Sam to lecture him, which led to yelling then her making him leave her house.

And that's where he found himself here on the street, pissed of at the world.

He'd relax soon, he knew he would, he'd cool off then phone Sam or show up at her house with some wildflowers or something. She'd say sorry too and they'd be just dandy, but right now Danny was still very discontent and the thought of that made him disgruntled, teen angst hated to be invalidated.

"I am the Box Ghost! Fear me!" A voice cried from behind him melodramatically before a small box hit Danny upside the head.

Danny whipped around and immediately those clouded blue eyes had turned a deadly fiery green that matched his now gloved and glowing hands. "Are you challenging me?" He snarled between clenched teeth.

"...Beware?"

Who else is brutal when they have a very bad day? I'm vicious.