Okay, I'm updating! Even though homework is killing me…I'm managing (I'm waiting for my sister to come home to help with my Calc. homework. Eww!)

Anyway, on with the story!

Chapter 8: Intervention

Kwan immediately released Danny and both boys jumped back. Both hearts were beating madly, a wild and scared look in each ones eyes. We were just about to kiss- Danny quickly shook his head and looked up at the door. Oh God, and Jazz has to be the one who walks in…She had a confused look on her face for a split second, but she shook it off and put on her stern face.

"Danny, I can't believe you!" She placed both hands on her delicate hips, and Mr. Lancer smiled behind her. Danny was about to explain that she was totally wrong, but a wink from her told him he already knew. "And when mom and dad find out…you'll be in big trouble." Jazz was a mediocre actor at best, but Lancer was eating it up.

"Yes, you will! And I'm sure Jazz will see to it." He sneered. "Now, Mr. Kwan…I've already informed your parents about your suspension. You can drive home, as that's how you got here." He gave a dismissive wave, and then was quickly out, muttering under his breath.

Danny gave a hesitant look at Kwan. "So…I guess I'll see you later." He mumbled, a light blush over his face. I was about to kiss him!

"Y-yeah. See you around, Danny." He gathered up his bag from the floor and gave an awkward wave to the siblings before leaving. Danny hesitantly looked up and inwardly groaned when he saw his sisters expression. She knows what we were gonna do, doesn't she? She smiled smugly down at him.

"Well, little brother…I think you better fill me in about all of this." She gestured vaguely with her hands. "And don't worry, I didn't tell mom about the suspension…and I'm not going to. You're just going to have to feign sickness, okay?" She waited for him to process this information. "That's right. Jazz, the perfect child, has lied, and will continue to lie, for her little brother." She smiled warmly at him. "Still, I want confirmation that I'm lying for a good cause."

Danny nodded, biting his lip. "You know more than you're letting on, don't you?"

"Just a little."

Kwan ran a hand through his hair, the other on the wheel. Holy. Fucking. Shit. I just-almost kissed Danny! Danny fucking Fenton! Another dude! NO WAY! NO! He took a few calming breaths and reduced his speed. I shouldn't be driving when I'm thinking shit like this. No…what was that about? I…I don't like Danny that way. Right? I'm straight…Dash-Dash is the one who likes Danny, not me. He shook his head and tried not to close his eyes. I just need to think-that's all. Some time alone. And when I get home, I'll have plenty of time to think. Aw, shit. Scratch that. He had just turned into his drive way, and now he was face to face with the ultimate terror: his mom. He sighed heavily before slowly dragging his key out of the ignition, and grudgingly opened his door. Well, life's been good to me this far…and damn it all! It's waffle Monday! It shouldn't be a shitty day! He straightened his shoulders as he approached his mother, waiting for the inevitable.

"Kwan. It's your senior year. Why on EARTH would you even CONSIDERING fighting?" She asked icily.

Looking at her, she seems more disappointed than mad… He thought, shifting his weight to his right foot. "Well, I did it for a friend-"

"Dash? Dash wanted you to beat up a kid, and you did?" She asked incredulously.

"No! I was protecting my friend FROM dash!" He yelled back. There was a few seconds of silence before his mom resumed.

"Well, that doesn't mean you should-"

"And what? Just let him beat the shit out of me and my friend? I don't think so."

"Don't you use that language!"

"What was I supposed to do? What else COULD I do?" He threw both hands in the air. "What the FUCK was I supposed to do, huh mom?"

She took a deep breath. "We'll discuss this later." She pointed to the house. "Get inside, now. No phone, no internet, no car privileges until we get this sorted out." She sighed, and so did he.

"Yes, mom." He rolled his eyes before heading up the stairs. It's Waffle Monday…it shouldn't be a shitty day.

Tucker lay head down on his bed, his face buried in his pillow. What. The. Fuck. The current situation he was in wasn't so bad. His parents believed him (and he did tell the truth) and understood that he shouldn't have been in trouble. He had even managed to discourage them from trying to sort this mess out at the school. He was off the hook: he could do whatever he wanted, and he didn't have to go to school for the next three days. How sweet was that? On the other hand, He thought miserably, I have to help Dash hook up with Danny. Dash, the bully…with my best friend. What the FUCK? He groaned and pulled either side of his pillow, as if that would make all of his problems dissipate. And I have to tell Sam! She's gonna murder me! But so is Dash-Argh! I'm screwed either way, and not in the good way. He let out a chuckle after that statement. He didn't come up with jokes that good often. Man…my life sucks.

He rolled over and stared blankly at his ceiling. Well, I better get the worst part over with. He retrieved his phone from out of his bag and scrolled down to Sam's number. Though, I wonder if this really is the worst part of this stupid mess…

He didn't realize he was holding his breath until he got to Sam's voicemail. "Hey, you've reached Sam…unless you're Danny or Tucker, don't bother leaving a message. I won't get back to you." Beep.

"Um, hey Sam. This is Tucker…we really need to talk. Um, give me a call…ASAP. Thanks. Bye."

He ended the call and sighed. Dead Before College…that's what the movie based off of my life will be called.

Well, this sucks. Like Tucker, he was currently in his room, staring out his window. And like Kwan, he had just finished having a nasty fight with his mom. This really sucks. Grounded until my suspension is over…no electronics. No friends. No Danny…shit. How am I supposed to apologize if I'm not allowed to see him? He glared as he watched underclassmen pass his window. He glanced over to his clock and saw that school was indeed over. I wonder what those little shit heads heard…He pinched the bridge of his nose. There was no doubt that many rumors were circulating about the incident. They were right, sure. But that didn't mean he wanted to admit it. Shitty. Paulina is probably spreading shit about this too…fucking bitch. When he got back to school, Dash certainly would have a lot to deal with. Even if people wouldn't say things out right, there would always be whispering…and it would take a lot of bullying and ass kicking to shut the whole school up. I wonder if I could even do that…

He heard the irritating high pitched laugh from one of the girls outside and cringed. But…why should I care about what people like that think? I mean…I look way better than that chick, and so does Danny. Yeah…and I'm the strongest guy in school. No one's gonna give me shit…and if they do, they won't live to regret it, that's for sure. He grinned at the thought. Yeah…why did I even worry? Why didn't I just make my damn move when I had the chance? How did my plan get so…fucked?

Because you're an ass. The little voice in the back of his mind reminded him.

Oh, right. Maybe…maybe if I had let Danny explain why he was with Kwan in the park…we could've fixed things right there. Maybe…we would be dating right now…if I didn't have such a fucking ego. SHIT! He took a deep breath. No, I can't keep thinking shit like this. That's in the past. The past is over. But…there's still the future. I can work with that.

He looked back at his clock. Three forty…in a few hours dad will be home. I'll get a lecture, sit at dinner which will have an awkward silence, and then be sent off to bed. They'll stay awake for a few hours…and when they go to sleep, then I'll visit Danny. He grinned wolfishly. That's right. You can't shake me off that easily, Fenton.

Sam slammed her door shut, fuming. How-How dare they!

"Samantha! Get out here right now, we're not done talking!" Her mom shouted through the closed door. "You have five seconds to get here or you're grounded young lady!"

"Whatever! FINE! Ground me, I don't care! God, I wasn't even the one fighting!" She snarled back, opening the door for those few seconds. There was a frustrated sigh from down the stairs, and she heard her dad's mumbles. Probably trying to calm her down. She thought venomously. And she wonders why I hate her so much! She's so-She let out her own frustrated sigh before sitting down on her bed. She just doesn't understand anything about me…

"Sam?" There was a soft knock on her door, and she groaned.

"…Come in, mom." She said blandly. The door slowly opened, and her mom hesitantly walked in.

"…We both didn't handle that properly." She began. "And…as your mother, let me be the first to apologize." She paused, waiting for Sam's apology. When none came, she resumed. "And you're right. You didn't start that fight. And I'm sure you tried to stop it, too. But…why didn't you just tell the principal what had happened?"

Sam sighed. I really don't know. I could've easily told Lancer what had happened, and only Dash and Kwan would've been suspended. But then I'd have to tell them why they were fighting which would- "So Tucker and Danny wouldn't be the only ones in trouble." She lied, cutting off her earlier thoughts.

"But they didn't have anything to do with the fight, right?" Her mom asked suspiciously. "Why would-"

"Because they didn't say anything either!" Sam snapped. "I didn't know if they were gonna lie, and if they did, there'd be two stories-or more! And then we'd be in more trouble-"

"But you'd be telling the truth-"

"You obviously don't understand loyalty, do you?" Sam spat. "We stand by each other, and we fall with each other." Her mother was losing patience, that much was obvious. Just a few more minutes, and then she'll leave.

"Alright. Fine." Her mother stood up and walked out of the room. "I'm going to have a chat with your principal…and your friend's parents." Sam paled at the statement. "This needs to be sorted out." She closed the door behind her, her heels clicking down the hall.

Sam quickly pulled out her phone, ignoring the missed call and new voicemail icon. She quickly dialed Danny's cell phone number.

"Hey, this is Danny. Sorry I couldn't get your call…I'm either sleeping, at school or doing other people-stuff. So, leave your message, and I'll try to get back to you." BEEP.

"Ugh, Danny! Of all the times to be doing other people stuff, why now? Anyway, my mom is going to go down to the school and 'sort things out'…and your parents will probably be notified. So, please be at home where you can answer the phone and intercept the call!" She flipped her phone shut and bit her lip. What if he doesn't get it in time?

Pulling out her phone again, she dialed Tucker's number. Please…please don't be grounded!

Another chapter has come to an end. Things are starting to tie up (well, in my mind, anyway.) But don't worry, this will probably go on for at least four more chapters…oh! And Kwan/Danny lovers, check out my new story: Date From Hell. It'll be a little scary…but romance will play a prominent theme. Review, please?