Well, I'm back! Thank GOD for the weekend, haha. Sorry for the irregular updates, and thank you all so much for the 'good luck' with school. It's getting better (as you can tell by my more frequent updates)

On with the Story!

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Chapter Six: Monday Misery: Part 1

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Monday came faster than anyone would've liked, and Kwan was no exception. He groggily got up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, slowly making his way to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and sighed. I hate bed hair. He glared at his reflection while turning on the ice cold water. His hand recoiled in shock when the liquid made contact with it and he hissed. Only on a Monday…He rolled his eyes and put his hands back under the running water and splashed his face. Well, that woke me up. He continued to wash his face, lathered it with shaving cream(beards were unattractive, after all) and thus began his morning rituals. After a quick shower, hair fix and teeth cleansing, he deemed himself ready for the day and went down stairs for a quick breakfast. Just as he finished adding syrup to a thick stack of waffles, his phone vibrated. He sighed as he put his fork down, frowning. He had been looking forward to "Waffle Monday"(The only good think about a Monday).

He flicked open his phone. "Hello?" Kwan asked.

"Hey Kwan…it's Danny." He said a little uncertainly over the phone. "I don't want to trouble you…but could I have a ride to school today? Jazz left for college already, and mom and dad went to work…and I've missed my bus."

Kwan laughed in response. "Dude, it's okay. I don't mind. That's what friends are for, right?" He could picture Danny biting his lip on the other side of the phone, Kwan knew that Danny didn't like "troubling" anyone.

"Well, I just-"

"It's fine. I'll be there in ten minutes, okay?"

"Mm-kay. Thank you, Kwan." He said shyly.

"No problem, Danny." He flipped his phone shut and all but inhaled his breakfast. Giving a quick peck on the cheek to his mom, he was out the door and in his car, making his way to Danny's house. He drummed his fingers along the steering wheel to the beat of the music(Which happened to be Dance in the Dark), glaring as he remember Dash's threat. I wonder if he's gonna start shit today? Doesn't matter I guess, I'll kick his ass if he does. He smirked. I wonder how he's gonna react when he sees I've picked up Danny? Come to think of it…why does he care so much? It's almost as if he's…jealous-There was a complete moment of silence after that thought. His brain just wouldn't form anything. It actually makes sense…He let out a laugh at the absurdity of it all. It's almost like he thinks Danny and I have something going on…He thought about that for a moment. Do we? He tried to shrug off the uncomfortable thoughts. Well…I guess I have to test my theory now. Let's say I pretend that he and I are dating around Dash…He grinned wolfishly. I guess Mondays aren't too bad after all, huh? Humming along to the song, he turned into Danny's driveway and beckoned him in.

Sam sat at the 'usual' spot she, Tucker and Danny sat at. She tapped her fingers irritably on the table, watching the buses come and go. "He isn't here." she said flatly, glaring as the last bus left. "Why isn't he here yet?"

"I don't know." Tucker sighed, skipping a song he wasn't particularly fond of. "Maybe he's catching a ride with Kwan?" He tried, and instantly regretted it as Sam sent him a menacing glare.

"Well, how are we supposed to talk to Kwan if Danny's glued to his hip?" She hissed. She pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a calming breath. "Sorry." She quickly amended.

"It's okay. At least he's not riding with Dash?" Tucker tried, pointing to the parking lot. Indeed, Dash emerged alone from his car, looking slightly more pissed off than usual. "I wonder what's wrong with him."

"We don't care. It's good to see him mad. He's probably still pissed that Danny's with Kwan." Sam spat. "And so are we." She smiled triumphantly.

"But weren't you just mad about-" Another glare was directed at him, and he quickly shut his mouth.

"Oh! That look of terror reminds me…" She trailed off and picked up her bag, dragging Tucker with her. "We need to talk to Dash about him leaving Danny alone."

Tucker paled at that statement and dug his heels into the ground. "No, S-Sam-no!" He shook his head violently and pulled against her. "No, we're not getting into this more than we already have-" But it was no use, they were already half way to him. "Come on Sam! I thought we were going to talk to Kwan-"

"We are." She answered quickly.

"Well, he's here now!" He sighed in relief when she stopped and looked at the parking lot. The passenger door opened and out came Danny, laughing. Kwan emerged laughing as well. Sam looked between Kwan and Dash, "hmming" in thought.

"Well…we'll have to split up. I'll talk to Kwan, you talk to Dash." She let go of his arm and changed her direction.

"Wait-what? Why don't you talk to Dash?" Tucker called out weakly.

"Because," She replied, "if I do I'll end up ripping his head off." And before Tucker could get another word out, she was gone.

Damn it all to hell! He thought miserably, continuing his death march to Dash. Damn it Sam, do you want me dead? He slowed his pace. Well, at least he's alone, and not with his group of friends? He skipped another song, then decided it was better to just turn the damn thing off. Music won't help this situation. Not today. Dash was now in talking distance. At least I'm not in punching distance? Who am I kidding, he's a fucking football player. It'll take him half a second to cover this distance and clobber me. Oh well, I've lived a good life…I guess. I wish I at least got to third base before I died…

Figuring talking to himself wasn't going to save his life, he summoned all of his courage and meekly called out: "Dash?"

The Jock stopped mid-step and turned around, glaring at Tucker. "What do you want, Foley?" He spat. "I'm not in the mood for any of your dork shit today."

Tucker gulped and nodded. "Well, um, Sam-" Dash's eyes narrowed and closed the distance between them, pulling Tucker in by the collar of his shirt.

"I. Don't. Care. Got that?" He growled, fist raised. Tucker shielded his face, expecting the fist to make impact with his nose at any moment. But it didn't. He peeked through his fingers and saw Dash staring past him…to the parking lot. Oh shit. He thought as Dash shoved him to the ground. He dropped his bag and walked back to the parking lot. Holy fuck, shit is about to go down. He quickly got to his feet and scrambled behind Dash.

Danny smiled up at Kwan as they made their way to the school. "Really, thank you for giving me a ride." Kwan shook his head and kindly smiled back.

"It's no problem. Really." He grinned down at the smaller teen, and bought him into a one arm embrace. Danny blushed, unsure what to do. He gently pushed on Kwan, but the hug didn't end.

"Um…Kwan?" Instead Kwan pulled him closer, and Danny noticed that he wasn't staring at him. At first Danny thought he was looking at Sam, stalking towards them like a tiger. But then he noticed Dash charging towards them…like a bull. He clutched onto Kwan, remembering Dash's threat. He isn't going to-is he? Kwan slowly pushed Danny behind him, and Danny didn't protest. He watched with surprise when Dash shoved Sam to the side(She must've been surprised too, judging by her facial expression). Danny hated the way his heart thumped wildly in his chest, and not only because of fear. Because it's Dash that's coming towards me…The anxiety was overwhelming. I hate that I can't get over him! Dash stopped a few feet away from them, glaring daggers at the pair.

Sam had arrived, as had Tucker. Good. Witnesses…Danny thought, still hidden behind Kwan. He notices Sam and Tucker's eyes flickering between the three of them-first at him, then Dash, then Kwan. I wonder what they think is going on…? Danny idly thought, before Dash's sneer dragged him out of his thoughts.

"So," He began, glare still intact, "Here you two are again…together."

"Yeah. So we are." Kwan answered. "What, you jealous?" He taunted. Danny's eyes shot up to look at Dash's face. Is it true? Is he jealous? But of who? Kwan…or me? Dash's face was clouded in anger. It was so hard to tell if he felt any other emotion. I wonder…? A few people started to gather around. Danny heard whispers from the other students and curious glances directed at him. Oh God. Please…He tugged on Kwan's arm.

"Come on, forget it-"

"Shut it, Fenton." Dash snarled. "I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"You'll have to get through me first." Kwan challenged. With a growl, Dash charged and Kwan pushed Danny away. With a grunt he slid into the car door, barely catching himself. He gasped when Dash's fist connected with Kwan's nose, a bit of blood spraying in the air. He heard a few other gasps and "oooh's" from the gathering students, as well as the ceremonious "Fight!" chant. Don't these people have lives? Damn it, where's a teacher when you need one? Another "Oooh" caught his attention, and he grimaced when he saw Dash wipe the trail of blood off of his mouth.

"Alright! Break it up!" And for once in Danny's life, he was grateful to see Mr. Lancer. Two security guards pulled the jocks apart, both still bleeding and pissed off. "You five!" He gestured to Danny, Kwan, Dash, Sam and Tucker. "Principals office. NOW." Dash sneered at them, struggling against the man that was currently holding him.

"We'll settle this later-" He began

"No, you won't." Lancer snapped. "Get moving, Baxter." Dash was pushed to the front of the line, and Kwan to the back. Danny trailed behind Kwan, trying to ignore all the whispering. So much attention…

"Did you hear?"

"Mmm-hmm. They were fighting."

"About what?"

"Not what-who."

"Really now? Was it Paulina?"

"I heard they were fighting over-and get this-Danny!"

"Fenton? Danny Fenton?"

"Yeah!"

"No! They're not-"

"Are you so sure?"

"Couldn't they have been fighting over the Manson girl?"

"It's possible, but from what I heard-"

"Shh!-they're here."

He kept his head down. Too much attention. I didn't want it to come out this way-at all, actually. He paled. They're going to call mom and dad-they'll find out. His heart picked up pace. The one thing I've been trying to keep a secret. He could see the look of disgust and shame on his parents faces. They'll hate me! God, what do I say? What can I say? Nothing? Should I lie? Why? Damn it all, WHY ME? Why does this have to happen to me? Don't I deserve a break once in a while? He blinked back the tears. Well, if there's one thing I'm not going to let them see…it's gonna be my tears. He counted the lockers as he passed them, the feeling of dread consuming him. Each step bought him closer to his demise-his life. Why do they all keep staring? None of the eyes were on Tucker or Sam…not even Kwan or Dash. They were all on him. Why?

"Well, get in." Lancer said coldly, opening the door for the group.

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I'm gonna stop there for now. Sorry if it's choppy, it's really late. I just wanted to get this up for you guys. Reviews, please? I'll be your best friend!