A/N: I hope the chapter isn't sucky! I decided to up-date 'cause...well, that's not important. Anyway, on with the chapter!

Chapter Three

New Friend?

"Something isn't right
I can feel it again
Feel it again
This isn't the first time..."

Next day. School. Tuesday.

Danny sat against the wall of his locker, face buried in a book. Sam walked up to him and looked at him questioningly. Either he was trying to draw his focus away from something by studying, or he was asleep like that. She crouched down and touched his shoulder. "Danny?"

Danny jumped suddenly at feeling a hand on his shoulder. The book fell from his hands with a semi-loud clap. "Sam," Danny whispered, picking himself up and standing. Sam stood as well, smiling.

"Did I scare you?" she asked.

"Course not," Danny objected. He picked up the book and said, "What's up?"

"Wanted to as what happened yesterday," Sam said.

"Nothing really," Danny said. "Just had to cool down from that morning. Sorry I didn't call you."

"It's okay," Sam said. "So are we still up for a movie today? "

Danny froze. Movie? What? "Damn," he hissed. "I forgot all about it!" Sam frowned. "And I can't go, my parents already booked me up to clean the lab today."

"We've been planning on this since last week's date was a total bust," Sam said, but was not exactly complaining.

"I'm really sorry, Sam, but I can't go today," Danny said.

Sam sighed. "It's okay, maybe another time then," she said. "Your parents are the bosses."

"You have no idea," Danny said.

"Bell's gonna ring soon, we should probably get going," Sam reminded.

"You go ahead, I'm just gonna put my stuff in my locker," Danny said. Sam shrugged and waved shortly before walking off to class. Danny sighed. Another date gone down the drain. Sam and He haven't been on a date since...since...When was their last date? Danny groaned and now really felt like punching something. It's a good thing his ghost sense went off, that distracted him for a little bit.

The temperature seemed to drop. Before long, his own breath was visible before him with a slight blue tint. Danny looked around: no one in the hall. Good. He stepped off to see if the ghost was anywhere near the area, then settled down to go ghost. "Going ghost!" he quietly exclaimed his battle cry. He was surprised nobody noticed this. The white-blue ring formed about his waist, traveling up and down his body before vanishing once Danny had been turned into the one and only Danny Phantom.

He floated up into the air, hoping to find this ghost quickly and blow off some steam. Imagine his surprise when he sees someone coming down the hall. He was about to turn invisible to not be seen, but stopped when he looked at the girl closely. Her hair was silvery white and long, growing way past her shoulders. She was wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans. But Danny's eyes first landed on the girl's cold, ice-blue eyes. He immediately was hit with an emotion he couldn't comprehend but knew the name of perfectly: fear. This was not your average girl, and he that straight away.

But what got him more is that it looked like she was looking for someone. She stood across the hall from him, facing left and turned in that direction. Danny could hear her mumbling something, but didn't understand. Then, the girl turned in his direction and he realized he should have turned invisible because she walked right towards him!

She didn't look surprised to see Danny Phantom in the hall, and she didn't look shocked to see someone was floating in the air if she'd never heard of him. She looked totally calm. It only made Danny feel more uneasy. Who was she? Realization struck. Was she the ghost?

He didn't move, only floated down to the ground as the girl came within a yard's distance. "There you are," she said. Her voice was soft, defiant. "Been looking for you."

"Me?" Danny asked, confused. "Why? Who are you?"

"Well you're quite the curious one. He didn't tell you'd be asking so many questions," the girl said. Danny couldn't tear his eyes from her own.

"He?" he managed to get past his throat.

"There you go again," the girl said, putting her hand on her hips and turning away just barely enough to hide a small smile. She turned back to him and said, "Curiosity killed the cat you know."

Danny scowled. He had asked a simple question and was not in the mood to go in circles over this. "Look, I've got a very busy schedule and..." He was interrupted by the tardy bell for class. "...And am officially late," he murmured softly. He sighed. "I've got to go." He began to go intangible and phase through the floor when the girl suddenly smiled.

He quickly phased through completely and flew to his class, landing on the floor and running the rest of the way, resuming human form in the process. He was so dead meat!

Danny was late to class. He got detention, and it turns out they had a pop quiz that morning. It looked like he was going to fail science class after all. Now he was just sitting down on one of the tables at lunch. He was waiting for Sam and Tucker who had math right now. He could have called the moment a little bit peaceful if not for the sudden annoying intrusion. "You ran off this morning," the voice said.

Danny nearly fell from his spot at knowing who was making that voice, but kept his balance and disguised it as him getting off the table. "What?" he asked, turning to the silver-haired girl from that morning. How did she...when did she...

...how does she know who he is and what is she doing here?

"This morning," the girl repeated. "You just left."

"Sorry, do I know you?" Danny asked, trying to withhold his secret identity for as long as possible. She surely didn't know it was him, right? I mean, she couldn't know. He'd never seen her before. Ever. The girl smiled thinly.

"Don't even try," she said and crossed her arms. "I know who you are."

"Really," Danny said, adding a small sarcastic tone to his voice. "You don't say."

"I'm just saying," the girl said. "I know more than you think."

Now Danny felt he was on the verge of confessing. She sounded very sure of what he thought she thought she knew. What if she did know he was Phantom? That's not good seeing as he doesn't even know her. "Just who are you?" he asked harshly. He had to find out.

"Does it matter?" she asked in reply.

"I'm not in the mood for going in circles," Danny snapped.

"We're not going in circles."

"Just leave me alone, will you?" Danny glared daggers at the girl and turned, beginning to walk away.

"You'll find that you will eventually need help," the girl murmured from behind him, but did not follow. Danny stopped but didn't look at her.

"With what?" he asked. She didn't answer. "With-" He stopped talking as he found that she was gone. He looked around to see if he could spot her, but it was as if she'd just vanished. Not to mention no one seemed to have noticed anything of what had just occurred. He blinked. He had thought he was losing his mind before, but now?

"Hey, Danny," Tucker called. "You gonna eat or what?" Danny turned to look at his two best friends. He hadn't noticed them coming in, but they already had their lunch trays in their hands. Danny walked towards them.

"You guys didn't see anyone talking to me, did you?" he asked them.

"No," they answered uncertainly.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Just wondering," Danny said. So they hadn't seen her. Had he imagined it all? Man, this was so confusing.

"Ah, it's always funny to keep them guessing," said a very familiar voice from outside the lunch area.

"You're going to have to tell him," said a voice from behind her. The old-sound was easily perceived as Clockwork. "You have no choice now."

The girl rolled her eyes. "I will," she said. Clockwork narrowed his eyes at her, but she didn't even blink, only looked down at the small mirror-like object in her hands. The mirror held the moving image of what Danny and his friends were doing at the moment. "Eventually," the girl added in a quiet voice.

E/N: I don't own 'Predictables' by Good Charlotte. If I did, every store from California to...California would be listening to that song 24/7!

--Airamé Phantom