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It was the normal mundane the next day. Hypocritical teachers, witless jocks, brain dead girls ((cough))((Paulina))((cough)) and the less popular sect that we belonged to. It's not all that bad, I suppose, but I still mean what I say entirely. Morning was dull, I spent it doodling in my notebooks and taking notes. English, though we were reading the powerful and emotional novel, To Kill A Mockingbird, Lancer was able to make it seem, well, boring. Danny had gone to sleep within the first few seconds, a new record. It usually takes minutes.
So, somehow, we made it to lunch without any major distractions. Ok, well, Dash did try to stuff Danny in a locker, only to find when he looked away for a second, he'd disappeared, so it was really Tucker who'd suffered that one. I was exempt from the locker stuffing because I was a girl, but not the verbatim brawls. I was trying to get the locker open as Dash and crew laughed hysterically.
"Look at Goth girl, what's wrong? Did I stuff your boyfriend in there?" Dash was teasing. I just continued trying to free the lock. With Tucker's weight straining against it, it was stuck. I jiggled it and tried again. Tuck was yelling hysterically.
"What is this? Nerds for Nerds?" Some one near the back spouted off. Real witty, real, real witty. I made a fist and slammed it into the locker door. This accomplished two things: The assembled crowd suddenly shut up and the lock made a soft click. I opened the door and poor Tuck fell out onto my feet. With his glasses askew, I helped him to his feet. The kids began laughing again. I dragged Tucker away; he bobbed behind me like a sled. As we passed the lab, Danny poked his head through the door.
"Is it safe?" he looked around the hall.
"Yeah." I said blocking the doorway as he stepped completely through it. Danny looked at stunned Tuck.
"What happened to him?"
"Dash just had to stuff some one in a locker."
Danny made a sorry face. Tucker was still in post-stuffing shock and Danny wound up helping him walk to the cafeteria. As soon as we put food under his nose, what do you know; he perked right up and began stuffing his face with hamburger. I frowned at the meat, disapproving and favoring a salad myself, but I knew I wasn't going to win that battle. Danny was eating up too, with one on either side of me, it was quite the spectacle; I buried my head in my arms for a second before begging, again, for them to please, please, please use some table manners.
"That's for at home." Tucker said through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
"Yeah, at school, no one cares." Danny seconded.
"I care." I grumbled.
"Vegetarians." Tucker said into his plate as he bent lower to scoop more food into his mouth.
"I heard that!"
"I know; that was the whole point."
"Guys, not here, not now." Danny reprimanded us. I went back to my salad. Lord, there was nothing to do now.
"Movies at my house Friday?" I asked. The guys love my basement, and I guess it's totally awesome, but why be all snotty and superior 'cause your parents are loaded? That's just not me; I think equality is the way to go.
"What's on the screen this week?" Danny asked. I began laughing; my parents had been watching some R rated stuff this week. I had gotten quite a shock this morning when I had turned the TV on for the news and gotten a sex scene from Troy. After screaming WHOA! I shut the DVD player off and found Channel 10.
"The parents have gotten into some less than nice movies. But the library is always open." I told them.
"Well, how about…ah, great." Danny's mouth had spewed steam. The temperature change that only he could detect meant one thing: ghost. "Cover me."
Tuck and I blocked him from view and there was flash of light. I could feel him rushing off; Tucker hated the sensation and was shivering. I went back to my lunch and hoped Danny would be quick. After all, there was only ten minutes until the bell and sixth period.
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Danny would tell you, ok, maybe he wouldn't tell you exactly, but one of the best parts of doing the whole intangible act was being able to sneak into class without getting caught. This required an inattentive class, a scatter brained teacher and a seat in back. Sixth period Spanish met all of these requirements, and the fact that Downey let you pick your own seats only helped, meaning we had picked a back corner where Danny was well hidden behind me and shielded on the side by Tuck. The late bell had just rung and Downey had shut the door.
I rolled my eyes as Danny appeared in the minute window in the door and he vanished quickly. No, faded from sight is more like it. And he materialized behind me, right as the teacher got to his name on the attendance list. The poor woman couldn't figure it out…she hadn't seen Fenton enter room.
After Spanish it was on to Math. From Math it was home. I felt my eyelids droop as Sunderland droned on about something about integers. Normally I pay attention, but I let myself slip today. I was near a window with the sun streaming in, making me pleasantly warm and sleepy. With my head propped up on my hand, I went to sleep. Of course, you know falling asleep in class never ends well. Sunderland caught me and it was extra homework all around. Hey, I'm not perfect.
I was out of the Math wing before the entirety of my class decided to corner me. I waited at the entrance of the school for the guys. It was still absolutely freezing out and I had forgotten gloves. So smart, right? Anyway, here they came, all hyped up from gym class. Ok, fine, Tuck looked like he was going to drop and Danny's hair was sticking straight up from probably out running, or pretending to, balls. Another great thing he'd never tell you about. The ghost thing made dodgeball that much less painful.
In the freezing afternoon, we walked home. It was the usual afternoon banter, who's house to hang at? Today it was decided, Danny's. He hates that. You know how embarrassing your parent can be, know multiply it by ten and you might actually get close to Mr. and Mrs. Fenton. It's not that their bent on doing it, embarrassing Danny, it's sort of unintentional, but extremely effective. As in he's never going to be able to live some of their antics down. Ever. Like that whole stint being the advisors in the ghost crisis? The only people who don't really remember that are the ones who were overshadowed, the rest, and those are many, eh, do.
I'm doing it, getting off my topic. I know you must be thinking, what is wrong with her? I'll get there…eventually, there's just much in between. I rubbed me hand furiously together and blew on them. Stupid, stupid, stupid for forgetting my gloves. Now I was really cold. And I guess I was fussing over my poor hands with still about half a mile to Danny's house. Tuck was PDA overpowered at the moment, as in he'd downloaded Bejeweled and was playing it obsessively. Constantly. It was annoying.
"Sam, wassup?" Danny was asking.
"Oh, the usual. Extra homework, an A crowd with the superior issue shoved way up their asses and I'm cold. Why do we live in this part of the country again?"
He laughed and took off his own gloves. He tossed them at me and I caught them with thanks. "You're cold?" he echoed.
"It is ten degrees out."
"Yeah," he said, putting an arm around my shoulders, "But don't let it get to you."
I pulled on the gloves and rested my head on his shoulder. "I'll try, but I make no promises."
Ok, it wasn't my best work, but it was a faster update than I expected. Reviews please! I give out cookies and all sorts of sweets because I have them stored all over the place here. C ya – the Druidess