A/N: This chapter leads a little into an unknown plot only almost basically known to me and Axel. But I'm pretty sure the plot is fuzzy even to her. Oh well, I'll try to make things clear soon enough! Also, the lyrics are from random songs from Papa Roach and Linkin Park. I don't own the songs. And they're not in order. I'll only put parts of the lyrics that, to me, deal with the chapter.

Chapter Two

I Swear It

"And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
I was confused
Looking everywhere
Only to find
That it's not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
So what am I
What do I have but negativity
'Cause I can't justify the way everyone is looking at me
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain
Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
The fault is my own..."

Danny picked up flight soon afterwards, glad for his ghost powers for once. He'd been happy to have them before, but this time he was only glad, not that happy about it.

The school finally came into view and he landed on the roof, invisible. He, for one, did not want to be spotted by any random students, let alone Valerie. He phased through the roof and down into the halls of the school. He found himself on the first floor, boys' bathroom. Making sure no one was there, he quickly resumed human form and exited.

Now to find Sam. He hadn't talked to her since Friday because this weekend was supposed to be his alone time. He'd been doing that often these past few weeks, going around alone. Sure he still hung out with Sam and Tucker, especially Sam, but he just was afraid to be around them. More now that Tucker seemed to pick on Danny because he some times got a little over-protective. It was actually kind of funny.

Walking through the halls, Danny realized he was in the wrong territory. Bad news. This particular hall was almost never walked by students of the 'geek/loser' class. He could hardly believe there was actually a social class system between the students. Not many of the teacher know about it, of course, since they'd probably consider it a type of prejudice or stereotypical thing. The ones who did though, either turned the other cheek, or just ignored it.

Out of nowhere, someone walked right into Danny. He was big, most-likely the new football player on the Caper High football team. He had short brown hair, spiked up on his head. His jacket was just like the ones of all the other jocks at the school. Not to mention that this guy always seemed to have something to tell Danny to either humiliate him, or make himself look way better than Danny in front of Sam. Show-off. His name is Luis Sanchez, cousin of no one other than Paulina Sanchez. They would be the perfect couple if they weren't related.

Danny was knocked down from the sheer force of the shove. "Watch it," Luis said in a harsh tone.

Danny picked himself up. "You watch it, jerk," he mumbled quietly as Luis began to walk away. Luis turned back around.

"What was that?' he asked.

"I said you watch it," Danny repeated. "Want me to spell it out for you?"

"Please do," Luis said, walking up to Danny only to make himself look much bigger.

"I'm not going to fight you," Danny stated, not wanting to hurt the guy.

"Now, you have to, little man," Luis sneered.

"I said," Danny started again.

"I know what you said," Luis said. "I don't care. What's wrong? Ya scared?"

"I'm not scared of anything, let alone you," Danny said firmly. This guy didn't know what was coming. But Danny didn't want to fight him. He was scared of how far he may go. If Luis were smart, he would back off.

"Luis, I don't think this is a good idea," Kwan's voice penetrated the tension building over the two students.

"I don't think he's gonna do anything," Luis said. "What he did to Dash might have been just an act. You're not gonna do anything, Fenton, are ya?" Luis shoved Danny backwards, causing the boy to stumble.

"I'm not running scared tonight," Danny said, going into a battle-like stance: leaning forward slightly, knees bent just barely, and feet apart at shoulder width. "Like the song goes: I'm not taking this anymore; I've climbed these walls before. I know every trick and every loose brick."

"Nice," Luis said, knowing which song he spoke of. "But it doesn't seem to work for you, does it?" Danny's eyes narrowed, his smirk vanished.

"You don't know what does or doesn't," Danny said. He decided Luis was all talk and no game. He stood, put one hand in his pocket. "I'd've guessed you were the type to give the first punch, apparently not."

"What are you trying to say?" Luis asked. Danny was standing in a very confident pose, even with all the people starting to gather around. There was a small smile on his face too. It was starting to annoy Luis.

"Not everyone can be strong, Luis" Danny said. "Some people are just born with a weak will."

"That's it, Fenton, no one insults me like that!" Luis shouted. Danny only smiled a little more. Luis was currently and officially infuriated. He threw a badly planned out punch Danny's way, aiming for Danny's chest.

Danny side-stepped it, watching the whole thing as if it were going in slow motion. He observed how Luis threw the punch, how his arm recoiled to try again. He didn't give him time to. Danny, moving almost too quick for his moves to be analyzed in counter-attack, allowed now hesitation to mark his movements. He located a weak spot, used his speed to advantage and, with as little ghost strength as possible, brought his elbow to connect with Luis's lower left ribs.

Time seemed to speed up again for Danny, him suddenly feeling a little dizzy. He hadn't noticed the strange energy running through his system until now. He shook his head, then realized that he was standing in front of a fallen Luis. The other teen was on the floor, quivering as if he'd just been hit in five different places instead of one. Kwan quickly went to help his fallen comrade. "Sheesh, Fenton, your almost broke his ribs!" Kwan noted.

"What?" Danny asked. "I barely...I mean...I..." Everything seemed a blur. Had he really hit him that hard? He didn't notice it. God, why'd he do that? Why didn't he just turn away? He took a step back, afraid to hurt anyone else. He had to find a way to get himself under control. Anger management? No, he didn't have anger issues. At least, he didn't think so. Maybe talking to Jazz will help. She'll understand. She is all about psychology, right. Then she has to know what's wrong, or at least help him to find out. "I gotta go," he said quickly and rushed out the hallway and into another as Luis began to sit up.

"Hope you're satisfied!" Kwan yelled after him. "Come on, man, get up."

"I'm...gonna get that...punk," Luis mumbled, swearing to himself that he would make Danny curse the day he crossed him, Luis Sanchez. "I swear it."

E/N: I don't own 'Stop Looking/Start Seeing' by Papa Roach nor 'Somewhere I Belong' by Linkin Park.

--Airamé Phantom