Author's Note: I do enjoy writing this fic lol. Reminds me of when I first started writing Danny Phantom fanfiction for Danny/Paulina.


Star Error IX

Star kept waiting for Fenton to break, to crack, to come running back to her and agreeing to prove his freckles glowed if she would just tell everyone she made up this horribly embarrassing rumor, please.

But to his credit, Fenton remained strong, simply shrugged off the laughter and walked by all the whispering students with his head held high.

Great. She had forgotten how practiced Fenton already was at being teased and bullied.

At lunch, Star entered the cafeteria and first glanced at the A-List table, where Dash, Kwan, and Paulina were sitting and chatting. Then she looked at Fenton's usual table.

Except he wasn't there. Manson and Foley were sitting alone.

The gears in her head turned as she looked over at the A-List table to make sure they hadn't seen her yet. She then ran over to the loser table and took a seat next to Foley.

"Uh." Foley cocked his head and pressed his glasses up his nose. "Can I help you, Star?"

"Or not," said Manson from across the table, narrowing her eyes. "What do you want?"

"I just noticed Fenton isn't sitting with you two," said Star. "So where is he?"

"Lunch detention with Lancer," said Foley with a shrug. "He fell asleep during class again."

"Aw, that sucks," said Star with a pout. "But at least that gives me a chance to catch up with you, Tucker." She gently trailed her fingers down his upper arm. "We had fun that one week we hung out, didn't we?"

"That was a very strange week," muttered Foley.

"You were just using him to carry your books while Paulina ditched you for Danny," said Manson.

Star frowned at Manson. "Hey, I'm talking to Foley here, not you."

"You better watch it, Star," said Manson with a bite. "After that disgusting lie you made up and spread around the whole school about Danny, you have some nerve coming over here and talking to us."

"I'm not afraid of you, Manson."

"Well, maybe you should be. Because maybe Danny's too nice to retaliate with a made-up rumor about you, but I'm sure as hell not."

"Aw, did Fenton tell you all about our conversation?" asked Star with mock sweetness. "That's adorable that he has you to look out for him."

"Yeah, he does," said Manson, clenching a fist. "So tell us what you want already so we can get back to eating lunch in peace."

Star made a face at Sam's salad, which looked like a bunch of grass mixed with a few mushrooms. "I don't want anything from you. Just Foley."

"Me?" said Foley.

"Yes, you. Tucker." Star turned up the charm again and danced her fingers on his shoulder. "How about we go somewhere private? You know, to catch up."

"He's not going anywhere with you," said Manson. Star shot her a dirty look.

"Catch up on what?" asked Foley, staring at her fingers on his shoulder.

"Just…stuff." Star mustered her cutest, coyest pout. "Please?"

Foley studied her fingers a little longer before looking down at his half-eaten tacos. "Can I finish my lunch first?"

"Tucker!" whined Sam.

"But I really wanna talk now." Star made her bottom lip tremble as she moved her fingers to his collarbone, eliciting a pleasured shudder and small smile from Foley.

"Fine, okay." Foley stuffed the rest of his tacos into his mouth and gathered all his trash on his tray. "Let's go."

Star shut one eye and suppressed a gag as Foley noisily chewed and swallowed the large amount of food in his mouth. Why were all boys so disgusting?

Well, except… She had to admit Fenton wasn't all that gross. He even kind of smelled nice.

Ew, no, she was not thinking about how Fenton smelled right now—

Star jumped up and made an effort not to look at Foley while he still had food in his mouth.

"Tucker, you're not seriously going anywhere with Star, are you?" Manson moaned.

"I just want to hear what she has to say," Foley replied, swallowing the last of his tacos and picking up his tray. "Let Danny know where I am if Lancer lets him out of detention early, okay?"

Star led the way out of the cafeteria, Foley tossing the remains of his lunch in the nearest trash can as he kept up with her. She could feel Manson glaring at her back as she pushed past the cafeteria doors.

And she could feel other students staring at her as well. But they already thought she was dating one of the biggest freaks in school; what did it really hurt if they saw her with the freak's best friend, too?