Kwan's point of view:
We follow Danny to the park and watch him pull something out of his pockets. We don't realise that he's smoking until the smoke hits us simply because we didn't want to believe that he brought a lighter and cigarettes to school.
"Why are you two following Danny?" I jump at the sound of Mr. Lancer' s voice.
"We could ask you the same question," I say.
"I'm trying to help him." He thinks that Star and I are going to hurt Danny?
"We're trying to help him, too," Star whispers.
"Yeah, we wouldn't hurt him. We never wanted to hurt him in the first place, and now he's depressed. We don't want him to kill himself," I say.
"He's being abused at home. I can't let you two get hurt because you're trying to help him," Mr. Lancer says after debating whether to tell us this our not for five minutes.
"We won't get hurt. And even if we do, it'll be worth it to help Danny. We owe it to him after all the times that we bullied him." Mr. Lancer doesn't get the chance anser because I'm pushed to the ground and Danny is glaring at us.
"Why are you following me? I don't like being followed! YOU CAN'T FOLLOW ME!" He yells in hysteria.
"Danny, calm down," Mr. Lancer says in a calm, soothing voice.
"I CAN'T CALM DOWN! YOUR GONNA GET HURT! YOUR GONNA HURT ME!" It's only then that I notice the bottle of Vodka in his hands. He's drunk.
"Danny, we are not going to hurt you." We let Mr. Lancer do all of the talking since Danny doesn't like or trust us. Danny stumbles and trips over me since I haven't gotten up yet. He stumbles to his feet after I stand up and then he starts swinging his bottle at us. He must have taken a drug with his vodka. After a few minutes, he falls to the ground and starts sobbing.
"I just want to be left alone!" He sobs and Mr. Lancer rubs his back.
"Let's take a walk, Danny. Do you want to take a walk?" He asks and Danny looks up at him.
"Where?" He mutters, looking up at Mr. Lancer.
"Somewhere safe." He helps Danny to his feet.
"Ok," Danny whispers.
Ten minutes later, Star's point of view:
Mr. Lancer keeps Danny from falling since he's still stumbling around quite a bit. We arrive at a house not to much later.
"Who's house is this?" Kwan asks. Mr. Lancer simply pulls out some keys and opens the door. I thought that it was illegal for a teacher to bring students to their houses, but I guess he just wants to help Danny. We walk in and I see a well furnished living room. Mr. Lancer gets Danny to sit on the couch.
"Make yourselves comfortable." Danny kicks his shoes off and lays down. That was kind of rude. Kwan and I sit down on a love seat and Mr. Lancer leaves the room. I soon hear the sound of pots moving around. He must be about to cook something. Thirty minutes later Mr. Lancer comes in with a big bowl of something.
"Where am I?" Danny mutters, sitting up. I guess he's come down from whatever drug he was on.
"My house."
"What time is it?"
"Almost five," this time Kwan answers instead of Mr. Lancer. Danny jumps up.
"I'm so dead!" Mr. Lancer grabs his arm before he can run out of the house.
"I'm not going to let you go home just so that you can get beaten. I'll let you leave after you have had something to eat and drink. Vodka does not count as the drink."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT!" Danny exclaims, referring to the abuse.
"I followed you a few days ago."
Danny hits the table before exclaiming, "Dahm!" He moves his hand to hold his head. "I'm sorry. It's just..." He trails off and sighs.
"It's fine. Please, take a seat and feel free to take your jacket off."
"You'll freak out when you see what he carved into my arms." Carved? Someone cut words into his skin? The poor boy.
"Who is he?" Mr. Lancer asks.
"I can't tell you that. You'll report him. You can't report him. He'll kill them."
"Ok. I won't report him."
"I don't believe you."
"Ok. I don't have to know who is hurting you. Just please take a seat." Danny gives in and sits down after a few minutes. How does Mr. Lancer know how to keep Danny so calm? Mr. Lancer leaves and comes back a few minutes later with bowls and silverware.
"You've noticed that Phantom hasn't been around recently, right?" Danny suddenly asks.
"Yeah," I say, not sure where he's going with this. He's probably just trying to start a conversation or something.
"Sam, Tucker, and Jazz used to help. Without them, I can't..." He trails off agian. What is he even talking about? "I'll show you after we eat. I'm to weak right now."
A/n I do not own Danny Phantom.