A/N: Wow, 13 review for three chapters; pinch me, I'm dreaming! (OW! I didn't mean you, Rocket2014!) And to be read by the authors I read . . . I just hope it'll keep up :) Anyway, let's take a peek at what Dash is doin' right now . . .

DASH'S POV:

Fen-turd's been actin' stranger than usual . . . and that's sayin' somethin'. Sure, the potty-breaks and random going-away-nesses were strange enough, but Manson hittin' him? No way that's normal. I mean, the lovebirds barely fight at all. An' Foley's actin' wierd, too.

It started this mornin', too. Fenton-ia showed up jumpy and wimpier than usual. It bugs me, 'cuz I wasn't the one who made him that way. I'm the only one allowed to bug the geek.

He's been blurtin' stuff all day. Maybe I can get somethin' out of him . . . after all, my daily beatin's usually get somethin' out of him regardless. If I add that to whatever's makin' him blurt junk . . . uh . . . my brain hurts . . .

Huh. For once, the idiot didn't cower when I grabbed his . .. whatchamacallit . . . that thingy around your neck, attached to your shirt? Collar! Yeah! Anyway, he didn't cower like usual when I picked him up by his collar-thingy. That's new . . . I don't think I like it.

"Hey, Fen-turd!" I leered at him toothily. This was my best evil grin. "Ready for your daily beatin'?"

"Not now, Dash . . ." His eys flickered around the hall, like he was worryin' we'd make a scene. Ha! No one ever even notices when I make a scene that includes Fenton. Maybe he's done somethin' that makes his whatchamacallit bigger . . ego, right.

"Why not now, Fentonia?!" I laughed. "This's your slot on my schedule. You're always bein' beat up at this time. We don't wanna mess up my schedule, now do we?"

"Wow, Dash, you finally learned how to use the word schedule!" Fenton rolled his eyes. Huh. "Good job! Repeat after me, now . . . Hiiiiiiiiiii Daaaaaaaannnnnnnnyyyyyyy . . . go ahead, your turn now!"

Where did that come from? The geek seemed to be thinkin' the same thing, as his face got all confused.

"You makin' fun of me, Fenton?" I growled in his face.

He shook his head, no, but he said somethin' different. "Yeah, Dash, I'm makin' fun of you. You earned it, bullying me daily. I won't be surprised if it's part of the reason I'm so exhausted is because I keep worrying about what you'll dish out tomorrow."

That confused look showed up on his face again. See what I mean about blurtin' junk?

"You're exhau . . . exhau . . ." My face musta twisted into a version of his own face. "Exhau . . . ."

"Exhausted." Fenton supplied.

"Yeah, that. Why you so . . . that."

"Hmm, let's ponder that one." His eyes looked real scared of somethin', but his mouth didn't seem to wanna follow orders.

"Yeah . . . let's. Don't make me beat it out of ya, Fen-turd."

He . . . laughed? Whoa.

"You really think you stand a chance against me, Baxter?" He taunted, lookin' a little braver. But his eyes still looked real terrified.

"Uh, duh?" I blinked. Now I was confused. "You almost failed that exam-thingy in gym, 'member? How the hell would you beat me, the star quarterback?"

"You have no idea, Baxter. Just put me down, now."

"No can do, Fentonia." An idea-thing jumped into my mind. "not 'til you answer the question."

"I'm not gonna." He smarted off, frowning now.

"Tell me, Fenton."

"Eh, but that wasn't a question, so I can lie here, right?" he muttered under his breath to himself. Great, the idiot talks to himself, too. What next?

"Whatcha mean, lie, Fenton?"

"Uh . . ."

"Why you suddenly able to best me in a fight?"

"Because I've got ghost po--"

SLAP!!!

Ugh. Manson slapped Fenton again.

Fenton looked annoyed.

"Dragonfly, mosquito or stinkbug?" he asked her, soundin' bored.

"None of the above?" she smiled weakly.

"Why didn't you just slap the cheek you'd slapped in Lancer's class? That one at least already hurt . . . now both hurt."

"Sorry."

"Just answer the questin, Fentonia! Why you gonna be able to beat me?!"

"Because I've got ghost po--"

SLAP!!!

"Saaaaaaaaaaaaaam . . . ." Fenton hissed, his eye twitching creepily. He was either very annoyed . . . or having a seizure.