Chapter two
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
"Fenton, what kind of shot was that?" Dash asks.
"Baxter, you keep to football and I'll stay with photographing," Danny says.
"Just keep them to my best side," Dash says.
"Which side is that?" Danny asks. "Because I can't tell."
"That's it! Practice is over, guys," Dash says. "See you Friday for the game."
The football team except for Dash walks into the changing room mumbling under their breath stuff like, "Fenton is really going to get it now," and "Dash is going to give it to him."
Danny goes to the bleachers where his stuff is.
After the door to the changing room closes, Dash walks over to Danny.
Danny sits down to takes off his tennis shoes then puts on knee tied up boots.
"Why don't you just wear those?" Dash asks.
"Running back and forth to get close ups while wearing 4 inch heel boots," Danny says. "I'll end up with a broken ankle or worse."
"Your fault for wearing high boots," Dash says.
"Unlike you, I'm not 6 feet," Danny says. "I still look like I'm a freshman."
"You'll get a growth spurt," Dash says.
"What makes me think I won't," Danny says. "Only that I'm 16 almost 17 and I'm still 5'1."
"Go to my car and after I change, I'll drive you home," Dash says.
"Another thing. I don't have a car," Danny says.
"Go and I'll be out in a few minutes," Dash says.
"Take you time. I'm in no rush," Danny says. "No where to go, no where to be."
"Depress much," Dash says. "Be out in 10 minutes."
"Oh just leave me in my time of need," Danny says. "Pretend that I'm not here."
"Will do," Dash says and walks into the changing room.
Danny walks to the student parking lot.
Parked all alone is a slick black mustang convertible with blood red flames running front to back.
Danny jumps into the passenger's seat and flips open the ashtray.
He dumped it out. That bastard, the ghost boy thinks. I said I would dump it when it was full.
Danny pulls out a carton of cigarettes out of the glove apartment along with a lighter.
Taking a cigarette out, Danny flips open the lighter and lights up.
Danny takes a big drag and lets go of his issues.
Ring!
Danny takes his cell phone out of his pocket and answers it.
"Hello," Danny says.
"Danny," Tucker says. "Are you high?"
"I'm getting there," Danny says.
"Can I talk to you before that happens?" Tucker asks.
"Talk fast," Danny says tapping the ashes into the ashtray.
"Paulina agreed on the date," Tucker says.
"But…" Danny says.
"She wants a group date so I won't try anything," Tucker says.
"Group date?" Danny asks coughing out smoke. "You mean with her friends and her and your friends and you?"
"Yes," Tucker says.
"I need a drink," Danny says taking a big drag as Dash walks up to him.
"Oh Kay," Dash says getting into the driver's seat after putting his foot ball gear in the back seat.
"If you're not ok with this, you don't have to do this," Tucker says.
"No, it's ok, Tuck," Danny says. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Ok," Tucker says. "Bye."
"Bye," Danny says and hangs up.
"That about the group date?" Dash asks.
"Yeah," Danny says and takes a drag.
"Paulina called me in the locker room when I was in the middle of undressing," Dash says.
"Great timing," Danny says. "So how do you feel about it?"
"Ok, I guess," Dash says. "What about you? Are you really ok or was that just an act for Folley?"
"It's alright," Danny says.
"Do you want to get a drink at my house?" Dash asks.
"No," Danny says putting his cigarette out. "I just want to go home."
"Ok," Dash says.
As Dash is driving Danny home, Danny falls asleep.
End of chapter.
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