I continued to lose them between classes. But they kept on finding me during them. At least one of them was in either of my classes. Tucker would just sit next to me and smile, or make some remark about Danny, which would make me blush and insult him. Danny would start talking about…. Anything. I didn't really pay too much attention. Either that or he'd grin at me. Like I was a lost dog his parents decided to let him keep. It was flattering, yet creepy.

I lucked out with a study hall last period. I'm walking home, content in my solitude. It's nice to have friends (However temporary they may be.) but I still like being alone. It's such a drastic change. Two days ago, nobody knew I existed and I drifted along. Now, I have two guys hanging over my shoulder and am being accused of crushing on a guy who ran me over.

I'm caught up in my thought, and the rhythm of swinging my crutches when I get hit from the side and topple over.

I land face down on the pavement, in slight pain and enraged. "What the HELL is your problem?" I say, not even turning to look. My books had spilled when my bag fell and I'm gathering them up, stuffing them back in.

"Sam? I mean, uh, Miss… Sorry."

I turn around, squinting from the glare of the sun behind the boy. "Danny?" It's clearly his voice. But what's making him sound all echo-ey?

"Danny? Uh…. ha ha…. Who's Danny? I'm Phantom. Or Inviso-bil…." He sounds really awkward and he does the familiar neck scratch thing that Danny does when he gets embarrassed. I should know. He was doing it constantly when Tucker was calling us lovebirds at lunch. The boy took a few steps back, making him visible.

It was Inviso-bil. Or Danny Phantom, as some people seem to call him. The ghost kid that Paulina has a huge crush on. I cock my head to the side. "I could've sworn…"

"Whelp! Your hide will make a nice rug for my living room!"

We both flinch from the mental image.

He takes a few steps back. "I have to… uh… go." He looks ready to take off.

"Wait!" Why did I say that? And why does he sound like Danny?

He waits expectantly.

I blush. "Never mind. See you."

He chuckles.

"What?" I say, indignantly.

"Well, most people freak out when they see me. All you say is 'See you.' You're really funny." He laughs again.

I crack a smile. He grins back. We stand there for a second, acting like idiots, just smiling at each other.

At least until a huge blast roars between us. What the hell is that? Green slime? A huge floating man in metal armor flies over, aiming a gun-thing on his wrist at the ghost kid. Phantom (whatever) backs away, eyes widening. He doesn't turn to me, but shouts, "RUN!"

Pfft. Yeah right. Even if I wasn't crippled, there is no way I'd run.

I search for something to throw at the guy. A thin math textbook lies in front of me on the ground. Perfect.

I manage to aim from my spot on the ground (sprained ankle, anyone?) and throwing it like a Frisbee. This is my lucky day. It catches the monster under the chin and wedges in the space between his helmet and chest. Eww.

"What is this?" It shrieks. Weird. Its voice seems higher.

I'm pretty freaked out, but I heave my history textbook at it. The ghost is knocked over. I chuckle. "Wow. I'm surprised that thing came in handy."

Phantom follows through and blasts the guy. When it lies on the ground, he sucks it into a… soup thermos?

"What do you do? Drown it in noodles?" I ask, staring at the silver tube.

He looks confused and then makes the connection. He laughs. "No. It's something my dad designed."

I have to raise an eyebrow at that. "You have a dad?"

He coughs, and then changes the subject. "Why didn't you run? You could've gotten hurt. Not that I don't appreciate the help."

I glare at him and shake a crutch in the air. He laughs nervously. "Oh. Right. Wow! Would you look at the time? I really got to go." He flew off.

"Jerk." I mutter under my breath. He left me on the ground, stole my history and math textbooks in his thermos thing and left me with my books scattered. What kind of guy does that?

Danny comes running up out of nowhere. "Sam! What's up?" He looks confused. "Why are you on the ground?"

"Because the ghost boy knocked me over, what do you think?" I practically snarl. I'm not happy, okay?

He backs away. "Whoa, tiger. Do you need help?" He starts gathering my books. I get the weird feeling again. Damn! He looks through my books. "Hey, you're missing your history and math boos. How did that happen?"

I manage to struggle onto one foot. I grumble before answering. "The ghost boy was sucking a ghost into a thermos and he got my books too."

He hands me my crutches, looking horrified. "I'm so sorry!"

What? "Why are you sorry? You didn't take them." I lean on my supports, happy for the stability and reach a hand out for my books.

He blushes and hands me my bag. "Oh, it was just…. I felt bad. And I can probably get them back for you. I'm a friend of Phantom." He puts emphasis on the ghost's name. Okay, then.

"Okay. Thanks." I start hobbling home. Danny starts following me. I sigh inwardly, but decide not to put up a fight. He did help me get up.

Tucker comes running up behind us. "Hey, Danny! Did you capture- " He stops suddenly when he sees me. "Did you capture… the… uh… books you got for Sam yet?"

I nearly snorted. It was so obviously a cover up. Best to play dumb and wait for something to slip. I turned to Danny, wide eyed.

He scratched the back of his neck. "They're at my house. Do you want to come over?" He turned to me hopefully.

Weird feeling again. MAKE IT STOP!

I blush and look at the ground. "How about tomorrow? My mom's kind of waiting for me. Do you think you could help me carry them to the library? I work there on Tuesdays, Thursdays and the weekends."

He gives me a crooked smile. Weird feeling alert. "Sure. I can drive you."

We both flinch at the same time. "Maybe not." We say at the same time. We look at each other and laugh.

Tucker rolls his eyes. "Lovebirds."