Amity Park, Casper High, Room 207
Just because school started why would the ghosts care? Danny pondered with a soft sigh of annoyance and frustration, leg bouncing up and down as he tried to ignore his ghost sense going off in Mr. Welles class. The man was worse than Lancer. Hardass didn't even breach the tip of the iceberg he was forced to work around and it weirded him out when his friends thought he was an okay dude.
Seeing the blurry form of Bertrand zoom pass the window had his hand immediately shoot up in the air. Mr. Welles took his time, Danny knew the man saw his hand shoot up dammit, as he finished writing the equation on the board and capped the dry erase marker. He turned and smiled placidly, "Yes Mr. Fenton?" He drawled lazily, "Are you volunteering to solve for X and Y?"
"No I need to use the bathroom... really bad." Danny gritted his teeth, ignoring the snickers that bloomed up around him. He looked back and caught Sam and Tucker's eyes, the two frowning and looking out the window. It seemed they saw Bertrand too and it was likely Spectra was around as well.
"You really should get your urinary tract checked out. I worry you'll get an infection one of these days." He sighed and shook his head, tossing the marker at Danny, "Solve for at least Y and I'll let you go."
"But..."
Jeremy Welles' eyebrow rose as his reading glasses slipped down his nose at Danny, leaning forward on his desk for the excuse. God he never thought he'd hate someone more than Vlad. Danny stood up and uncapped the marker, looking blankly at the equation and trying to solve it. In the silence of the room the marker squeaked on the white board and Danny's neck and ears were bright red as he had to count on his fingers for simple multiplication.
He finally solved for Y and turned, "Can I go now?" He asked embarrassed. Mr. Welles' looked at the equation and sighed. With a red marker he corrected the equation. "Go. If you're not back in 15 I'm sending someone in after you. You can copy notes from Miss Walker when you return."
"Thank you!" Danny sped off. He had to find Spectra quickly then but thankfully he had a pretty good idea where she might be.
Rushing towards the therapists office while simultaneously changing into Phantom, his gut feeling was correct. Spectra was humming and looking through the student's personal profiles with a disgusting glee, soaking in the misery written on the pages and writing down names of those she particularly found juicy.
"Hello there Phant-ugh!" Spectra didn't get to finish as Danny punched her across the therapist's office.
"There's no low you won't sink to huh Spectra? Though I should already know by what you tried to do last year!" Danny shouted at her.
The red clad ghost grinned, wiping her chin of ectoplasm and snapping her fingers. Bertrand rushing from the shadows and wrapping around Danny, pinning his arms to his sides. "Let's see how my second favorite hot mess is doing." She purred, grabbing at his head with her sharp nailed hands.
"Only second? I'm hurt?" The halfa gritted his teeth and glared at her as memories and thoughts of failure flooded forward.
"By all means try to take the crown from Vlad Masters dear. Your misery is quite delicious."
"Of course the fruitloop is worse..." He groaned and reeled back his head before slamming it forward into the emotion sapper's face. Spectra cried out and startled by Danny's actions, Bertrand lost grip on him, "Don't you have some emotionally traumatized college kids to terrorize? I got two more years before student loans will be the complete death of me!"
Spectra grinned gleefully, "What an excellent idea Phantom. Maybe I'll go visit that sister of yours then! Bertrand!" She flung herself backwards and phased through the wall behind her before Danny could do anything, Bertrand quickly following with a cackle leaving Danny alone in the therapists office.
"Me and my big fucking mouth." He slapped his face when realizing he couldn't exactly go after them, "But at least they're out of here..." He sighed and deformed, hurrying back to class. He was surprised to see Dahlia exiting the room as he approached and she paused before turning towards the teacher inside, "Mr. Welles he's back!" she called and gave a small smile at Danny, "He was sending me to fetch you from the bathroom."
"Sorry sorry my bad." Danny rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks burning a bit at being announced to the whole damn class that he was done taking a piss even if it wasn't the truth.
"Welcome back Mr. Fenton. Must be my lucky day." Mr. Welles raised an eyebrow as he walked in with Dahlia. She sat down in her seat and when Danny did the same, slid her notes to him to copy down.
"Here..."
"Thanks."
"We're doing questions 25 to 50 in our math workbooks as well."
He nodded and looked at Dahlia's nice, neat penmanship with a sigh of relief. God knows if it had been like his or Tuckers or even worse Dash's handwriting he'd have been screwed trying to read it.
"Thanks... again."
"No problem." She smiled beatifically and went back to her workbook, fiddling with her bracelet again.
