Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom – I never have and I never will, simple as that. You know exactly what would happen if I owned Danny--oh wait, it did happen! Silly me. ;)

Author's Note: All right, I am very excited that I am more than halfway through with this challenge. I only have seven left! I'm very excited about that. There are a couple more that I plan on going through before I start the sequel to "Ten Things..." so we'll see how that goes. Thank you for reading, my lovelies!

023 : You Wouldn't Even Know

Rating : PG

Theme : 13. Heads or tails, you lose ; Dice ; Ace

July 7, 2007

Dreamy eyes followed every single girl who walked down the halls of Casper High. Wasting time until forth period, they stood by their lockers, Danny and Tucker more for the spectator sport—Sam, for absolutely no reason at all.

"I love how they walk."

"You're tellin' me."

After watching Danny with Tucker swoon over girl after girl who were walking down the hallway with their short skirts and cleavage-inducing tops, she couldn't take it anymore. Did they not have any dignity? Did she have to walk around naked for Danny to notice her like that? Scratch that thought—definitely not in public.

"Danny, you wouldn't know love if it slapped you in the face," she sneered, beginning to walk away.

Before she was out of earshot, she heard, "Sam, you're just jealous we're not looking at you."

Her eyes widened, realizing that could detect a hint of jealousy in her at that moment, but not as much as he was insinuating. Turning around slowly, the phrase 'oh no he didn't' rang out in her mind possibly, and she glared at him, "Excuse me?"

"Um, nothing," Danny countered, glaring at Tucker out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep a cool composure for the two of them.

"Like I said, you wouldn't know love if it slapped you in the face."

Walking up to him, she swiftly slapped him across the cheek, effectively turning his head to the side. Then, she walked away. It was safe to say he was completely and thoroughly confused. He didn't say anything, and yet somehow he got slapped? Where the hell was the point in that? Slap Tucker!

"With women, it's either heads or tails, and when it comes down to it, we always lose," Tucker stated before ducking out of the way of a black combat boot. He had to admit, his reflexes were getting better when it came to dodging Sam and her attacks. "Especially with this one," he bit out the last two emphasized words. "It's like playing Russian Roulette!"

"I was the one who got slapped here, I don't know why you're trying to be so philosophical all of a sudden—" he paused, "Wait, I was just slapped."

"And?"

He quoted Sam, "'You wouldn't know love if it slapped you in the face.' What the hell does that mean to me?"

"You were so close, oh-clueless-one. So close."

End Note: Yeah, that was short and lame, but I thought of the idea while I was working, and the phrase:

"You wouldn't know if it slapped you in the face!"

... was bothering me until I wrote a little something like that, and it wound up getting rid of a prompt, too.

So, yeah, I had to do it. Part of me wants to do a little spoof of my job involving Sam, since it's such a Sam type of job to have, but we'll see how that goes.

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- A