Jazz stared down at the paper on her desk and frowned, it was definitely a solid B, perhaps even a B+. She ran it through the plagiarism software on her computer for a third time to check that it was actually his paper, once again it came up with no hits. She rocked back on her chair thoughtfully, it wasn't the highest mark in the class but it was pretty high, especially for a jock. Maybe he was just putting effort in to spite her, if so, she doubted he would keep it up but she couldn't fairly downgrade him for it. Maybe he beat someone up to get them to write the paper for him… She narrowed her eyes and graded the paper a B with the resolve to question him in class to see if he knew his stuff.
Dash smirked as his paper landed on his desk, Jazz stared at him for a moment before moving on and handing the others back to the rest of the class standing at the front of the class she seemed to be deciding something. She looked up at him and glowered at him resting his feet on the desk.
"Mr Baxter, would you care to explain what the Electra complex is?" She asked with a small smile. Dash closed his eyes for a second willing the information to come to his mind.
"It's… when a daughter falls in love with her father and wants to replace her mother, it's the girl version of the Oedipus one. Freud was a pervert." Dash answered making the class giggle. Jazz frowned at this, maybe he DID write that paper.
"He was the father of modern Psychology." Jazz commented annoyed.
"And I'm sure you love him, like a father. Electra." Dash shot back, Jazz turned red and the class laughed loudly.
"Get out." Jazz ordered pointing to the door.
"What?" Dash asked his eyes widening.
"You heard me, get out of my class now." Jazz repeated opening the door, a moments silence passed before Dash grabbed his book and stormed past Jazz out of the door. Jazz shut it angrily behind him, she felt him kick the shut door and swear at her on the other side of it.
"Moving on." Jazz said calmly as she continued with the class.
"Bitch, what right does she have to kick me out of her class? I spent HOURS on that stupid essay and she kicks me out." Dash muttered as he wandered across campus, he watched Danny Fenton walking in his direction busy talking to his nerd friends, he clenched his fist and punched Danny in the stomach as he walked past. He felt slightly better for that.
A few hours later he stood in the showers in the gym deep in thought, he'd show her, he'd be the best in the goddamn class if it killed him. Mind you, he should probably… apologise to Fenton for punching him. It probably wouldn't get him any points with Jazz if he beat up her little brother.
Turning off the water he got dressed and went to bed. The next day he sat in Jazz's class quietly and handed in a B+ paper and left silently. Jazz read through his paper first and graded it feeling exceedingly irritated.
"What are you playing at?" Jazz demanded as she appeared on the edge of the football pitch as the practice was coming to a close.
"Football remember?" he replied walking past her.
"I mean in my class. What do you think you're playing at?" She elaborated as she followed him angrily.
"I'm passing. Isn't that what you want?" He answered as he entered the locker rooms, Jazz stomped around angrily as she saw the male only sign on the door she let out an irritated little scream before storming off.
"Hey… Sam… do you, you know, wanna go out and see a movie and get something to eat?" Danny asked trying to keep his voice as causal as possible as he leaned on the frame to Sam's door.
"Eh. Sure." Sam shrugged trying to find her book. Danny frowned, he had a very distinct feeling that Sam was missing the idea behind his proposal.
"Is Tuck coming?" Sam asked from under her bed, Danny closed his eyes, yes, she had definitely missed his drift.
"No, I thought we could go, you know, just you and me." Danny answered quietly.
"Why? Is he busy?" She asked re-appearing from under the bed.
"Uhm. No, not exactly." He replied feeling uncomfortable at this point.
"I see what's going on here." Sam said narrowing her eyes and standing up.
"You do?" Danny asked hopefully.
"Yes, you and Tuck have been fighting again. You two NEED to stop this, I've no idea why you're fighting but it's not good for you. You two have been friends since forever, what could possibly get between you two?" Sam sighed, Danny closed his eyes and smacked his head on the doorframe.
"Get. I won't hear another word until you two are made up okay?" Sam ordered before shutting the door on Danny. Danny swore under his breath before heading back to the boys dorms to find Tucker.
Sam sat on her own bed and sighed, she wasn't stupid, she knew what was going on, and she knew that Danny liked her. And to be fair she liked Danny, she always had. But she didn't want to split Tucker and Danny up, they were her two best friends after all. Sam sighed and brushed her long-ish hair out of her eyes, why did life have to be so complicated?
"Angela, where are all the books?" Jazz asked the librarian exasperated.
"Which books dear? This IS a library." The librarian asked as she searched for her stamp, she knew Jazz well, she was forever in the library renting out psychology books.
"All the psychology ones of course, they're all missing from the shelves." Jazz pouted.
"Ah, that young man over there has them. He's been in here hours working away, it's quite sweet." The creaky old librarian smiled pointing across the library into the silent work section. Jazz frowned and followed where the librarian was pointing. Standing in the arch of the doorway Jazz watched impressed as she saw the giant stack of psychology books and the very tired looking Dash Baxter with a pencil in his mouth. He narrowed his eyes and flipped through another book before rubbing his eyes and yawning. Maybe he did deserve a chance in her class, he did seemed to be putting in a lot of honest work and his essays did show promise, had she been too hard on him?
"Hey! Baxter!" A voice called from the doorway to outside. Dash turned around and waved at his football buddies.
"What are you doing here man? You're not actually working are you?" One asked incredulously, Dash looked slightly nervous over this.
"Psh, nah. I've been taking my essays off the net you know, I'm just changing it a little and writing it up, throwing in a few mistakes so I can pass." Dash smiled smoothly, one of his dumb football buddies high fived him for this.
"Nice. Who's it for?" One of them asked with a laugh.
"It's Jazz Fenton's psych class." Dash answered rubbing his tired eyes.
"Oooh, sweet, hoping you'll score by acing the class eh? Sly dog!" One of them said with a leer that Jazz definitely did not like.
"Look, her class is all that would fit in with my timetable okay?" Dash laughed.
"Still though, she is a nice piece of ass that's for sure. If only she'd actually date, or act like a normal human being." One of the Jocks sighed wistfully, Dash just laughed at this. Jazz growled and stormed out of the library, how could she ever have thought that stupid Jock held ANY promise at all?
Dash waved his friends off with a smile, to be fair they weren't really his friends, heck, he didn't even like most of them. They were just all on the team together. He turned back to his essay, it was going to be the best damn essay Jazz had ever read, and written all by himself too. He smiled as he put the finishing touches to it's conclusion, he was looking forward to class tomorrow.