Disclaimer: So, I've been strapped down to a chair by my muses for thinking I could control them and they won't let me leave until Lamia gets her fill of writing… meaning my typing fingers are going to get real tired…
Anyway! Wow, I'm amazed at the response this story is getting! Even Mysteries, which you guys voted for more than this, isn't getting half the reviews this got. Thank you!
So, to my reviewers: Em Phantom, ghostwriter56, Me-agaisnt-the-world, Twilight-Phantom66f, an-girls2.0, crazychick6692, Writer's-BlockDP, ParanormalPrincess (I think I might have responded to you already but anyway, remember he stole this idea from nerds he was shoving in a locker so…), Rin Flowers, WolfChibi-Chan, Karimlan di Sindihan, DPcrazy, naitodoragon, ghostanimal (Yea, and he's not too happy about it), Shuricel, teh queen of randomness (I like your name BTW), acosta perez jose ramiro (Laughs. Something along those lines), Velvet Star (Very close), DPshadow (Any relation to DPcrazy?), broken0dream (Just look at my oneshots, I love irony), and EmoGwyddoniaeth2! I thank you so much! You all get invisible buttons with Dash on them… but they're invisible so you don't have to look at his mug. (If you want to there's a button on the side that makes the button visible.)
Ok then, it's just my luck. I start 3 new stories and get inspirations for about 3 more! So if you wanna see what my muses are planning next you can check my profile.
Alright, I forgot to mention in the first chapter that they are all in their Sophomore year at Casper. Important fact because I have Danny reference at least one thing that never happened until his Sophomore year here so…
Here's the next chapter! And don't HIT me Lamia!
Phase Two – The Meeting
The fight actually didn't last too long, though it did, thankfully, cut into the next period, so Dash had an excuse to be late. But, Mr. I-Love-The-Rules Lancer wasn't too happy when the jock shuffled his way into the classroom with the rest of his peers and threatened all of them with more homework if a single other person was late.
It was at that moment that Fenton chose to rush in the door, stumbling over his own feet on the way, completely out of breath and looking like a giant cat attacked him.
Dash groaned along with the rest of the class when Lancer promptly assigned them all an extra chapter of homework.
Oh he was going to make that kid pay when he met him later. Why did Fenton have to be late all the time anyway?
The loser slid his way into his seat by Manson and Foley. The two didn't look upset about the extra work at all, it was like they didn't even hear Lancer. They were too busy watching Fenton with weird looks on their faces, like they were expecting him to be attacked at any moment. The Manson girl especially looked… protectively worried was the best way to put it he supposed.
What was all that about?
But Dash didn't think too far into the situation. What did he care why? All he wanted to do was make Fenton sweat, and so far, whatever the dork's secret, his note was working to that goal perfectly. He would figure out whatever it was eventually and then he could have even more fun with the loser before plastering his secret all over the internet.
Dash gave a sneer at that prospect. Let's see Fenton try to run from that one!
It was at that moment that Danny chose to look over his way and the boy's eyes widened in some sort of understanding. No way! Had Fentoad actually figured it out? Danny opened his mouth to say something but Lancer began class and the teen had to turn his attention to the lesson.
There was no way the dweeb could have figured it out! No way! No chance in hell! His plan was too tricky. Danny wasn't supposed to figure it out until meeting him behind the bleachers after school!
No, the loser hadn't figured it out. He had just seen Dash's face and figured out the jock had noticed him come in late. That's all. No big deal. Besides, Fenton wasn't worth worrying over anyway. He'd never figure it out. He probably wouldn't even show at the bleachers, choosing to run home instead. Fenton never stuck around for a fight. …It was actually quite annoying.
"Unlike Danny Phantom," Dash mumbled to himself, mind flashing back to the fight at lunch. Now there was someone who never ran from a fight. That was the kind of person Dash respected, and not just because he could fry his butt at any moment he chose, but because he was determined and strong and never backed down. He didn't let himself be walked all over. The jock couldn't stand people who were weak.
He glanced at Fenton again and found the loser staring at him with an unreadable expression on his face, one that was quite unnerving. If it had been any other time, Dash would have pounded the loser's head into the ground, but he wasn't stupid enough to do anything in the middle of class, so the jock just settled for a mocking leer in Danny's direction, one that said "I-Know-Your-Secret-But-You'll-Never-Figure-Out-I-Know-Untill-I-Tell-You."
Chuckling a bit, Dash went back to work.
Fenton would never figure it out.
Dash was hiding in the shadows under the bleachers, prepared to emerge incase Fenton actually decided to show. And when Fenton did show, Dash was surprised. Whatever his secret, it must have been big to get Fenton out here alone and defenseless. Especially since he didn't know who sent the note.
"Come on Dash, I know you're here somewhere," Danny called and Dash nearly fell over in surprise. He figured it out?
"How did you know it was me?" he asked, stepping towards Fenton, trying to appear like those badguys in the movies did, all cool and stealthy. Not that his aim was to be the "badguy" exactly, but they always had the best entrances and always knew just how to manipulate a situation to their best interests.
But, the loser didn't turn around and Dash was slightly offended. The weakling wasn't even going to try and face him? Was he that scared?
"Well, you've been watching me all day and you're here, aren't you?" Danny answered, his voice steady, but it had a threatening undertone to it that made Dash's skin crawl. "So," Danny turned to glare at him, his eyes steely, "How'd you figure it out?" Dash took a step back. This wasn't a look he had seen on Fenton before. It was actually pretty frightening.
But, the jock could never admit being scared of pathetic Danny Fenton.
"What's with the glare Fenfreak?"
"Look, I know you. You're going to exploit this to any degree you can right?" Danny looked Dash up and down. "Fine, have it your way alright. But if you interfere with my work–"
"Then what?" Dash asked, putting on a brave face. Danny's stare was withering, and it didn't help that he had no clue what the hell Fenton was talking about. His work? What work was that? Fenton didn't have a job that he knew of, and the all-star was one of the most connected people in Casper High.
"Then I'll just have to show you a taste of what you've gotten yourself into, Dash." He spat the jocks name with an intensified glare.
"You threatening me Fenton?" Dash tried desperately to think of some sort of leverage, "I'm the one who could plaster your secret all over the net! Better show some respect."
"I can't believe you! You would exploit this to your own needs instead of… Urg!" Danny rubbed his temples with his hand. "What do you want Dash? What do I need to do to get you to just drop this?" A sudden something dawned of the teen and he threw Dash another of his fearsome glares. "I am not stealing anything you got that."
"What? Afraid?" Dash actually hadn't thought of that. Did Danny really have something up his sleeve that would make it easy for him to steal something? Little Danny Fenton? "So if I asked ya to grab, maybe…" he paused, leering at Danny. This was gunna be good. "The answers to the next test of Lancer's…" He trailed off, giving Danny a challenging stare that none of the jocks he knew could resist. Everyone always did his challenges.
"No," Danny answered flatly, "I'm not stealing and I'm not helping you steal. Last time I stole… No!" The teen turned and started to walk off. Dash was completely thrown. This wasn't like Fenton, to talk to the jock like this, or to turn down a challenge like that. The running away wasn't new but, for the past two years, Dash always had all the losers of the school under his thumb. Freshman, Sophomores, even the older Junior and Senior losers had to listen to him if he was hanging out with some of the older jocks. But Fenton just…
"Wait a minute!" Dash called, running over and cutting Danny off. "I'm the one who can spill the beans on you little secret loser! I'm the one who gets to decide how you keep me quiet."
A sly half-grin appeared on the teen's face. "There's more than one way to keep someone quiet." Danny's icy blue eyes met Dash's and flashed green. The jock stumbled backwards. Was Danny really implying...
Dash gulped.
(Ducks)I'm sorry about that! Especially you fan-girls2.0! Blame Lamia! But I promise to get the next chapter up as soon as I'm done editing it and I finish another chapter of Mysteries and the third chapter of NWTA. That's the order I will be updating all these in. And I will be sticking to that.
Another thing for those of you wondering about our little halfa's character: Danny was bluffing through a lot of this, but he also isn't going to take any crap from Dash. The two don't get along well at all and Dash, accidently or no, can push Danny's buttons about as well as Vlad. I mean, you ever have someone in your class you just absolutely despise and they despise you and you two hardly if ever talk to each other without at least three insults flying. Yea, that's how Dash and Danny are. As to whether Danny actually meant that threat or not… you'll see.
Ok, just this once… I'll write a little sneaky peak of the next chapter.
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Dash screamed.
END! (Evil Lamia runs off cackling)
Wait! Lamia! Let me out of this chair! Lamia! … LAMIA! (Falls over) …Oww…
