Chapter 10

Hey, a little longer wait then I had anticipated, but here she be. I decided to update now while I'm sick. I thin of have whopping cough or something, and I'm going to the doctor's soon. Hopefully I don't because midterms are this week. Yeesh, I wish school would give me a break.

That little cliffhanger of mine seamed to stir some of you up, though. xD This, I guess, is also kind of like an appology for leaving you with that.

So, thar. Happy reading.

Dash and Phantom were standing in the hallway. Danny was cowering back from Dash as he clenched his fists.

"Oh, this is going to hurt, Cart-onio." Dash laughed. Danny heard Dani yell for them to stop, and turned to look at her, letting his guard down. Dash saw his opening and quickly jumped, throwing a punch to the back and sending Danny down the hallway.

It didn't hurt much at all, but just as he landed, his glasses kept going. He went to reach for them, but Josh, another large football player, stepped on them, smashing them immediately.

Dash grabbed the worried ghost by the hair and hood and smashed him against the locker, before grabbing his hood again and pulling it down from his face. Danny kept his eyes closed as he heard the collective gasp. Dash dropped him, and he fell to the floor.

Very slowly he opened one eye, then the other, and stared up at the shocked bully. He slowly turned to Danielle, as did a few others, and a brave kid who was standing next to her grabbed her glasses and ripped them off, as well as another with her hood.

Every kid just stood their shocked until Mr. Lancer came barging through. "What in the world is going- To kill a mocking bird! What on earth is going on!" He restarted once he saw Dash standing over the infamous Danny Phantom.

Danny immediately scrambled to his feet. "Mr. Lancer, I can explain!" He started before Danielle, who apparently had no conscience, yelled out;

"It was all Dash's fault, Mr. Lancer! He started a fight with James and didn't know Danny was under there!" She then turned to Dash and stated "You're in trou-ble." Mr. Lancer looked taken back from the small girl's outburst.

Not knowing what to do, Lancer escorted Danny, Danielle and Dash to the principal's office to figure out what the heck was happening and why there were two ghosts attending school.

On their way down, several kids were gawking at the ghost teens being brought to the office. One of these people was Valerie, who ran up to them.

"Danielle? What happened?" She asked shocked, before noticing Dash along with them.

"Dash decided to pick a fight with James, and look who was hiding in there." She replied angrily, and Dash wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Really?" She asked to the blond bully angrily.

"Miss. Gray, that is quite enough. Go get ready for your next class." Mr. Lancer sent her away with a scowl on her face.

They finally arrived at the office, only to see Principal Ishyama waiting for them. "Come on in." She said, and opened the door for them.

"Principal Ishyama. What is going on? Why are these two," he pushed the twins forward, "here without anybody's knowledge?"

"They are not here without anybody's information. I knew, Mayor Masters knew, and so did some of the students apparently." She countered. "Now, why is Mr. Baxter here with them?" She asked glancing over at the nervous boy.

"Well, I caught Mr. Baxter standing over Mr. . . er- Phantom." Mr. Lancer explained awkwardly, and thanked the Lord when the bell rang, that cued half of lunch over and he got to leave.

"Well, Mr. Baxter, do you have anything to say for yourself?" She asked.

"Well, I, uhh, I didn't know it was Phantom!" Dash lamely excused himself.

"Oh, so you just go around beating up random kids? Oh, that's right. You do! Like Fenton and Foley, and Mikey and Nathan!" Danielle yelled at him.

"What! No I don't! How would you even know that?" Dash yelled.

"Cause I'm at this school, like, every day! I'm not blind!"

"Miss. Phantom, there is no need to yell. Now if this is true, Mr. Baxter, and I will assume it is, you are in a lot of trouble."

"Wait! Mrs. Ishyama. It wasn't just his fault. I kicked him in the stomach a few days ago. . ." Danny said ashamed.

"You did?" She asked dumb-struck.

"Yeah, while Dash was holding him up off the ground with his arm positioned to strike the center of his face." Danielle shouted as she punched the air.

"Ellie, enough." Danny said sternly. "I still had no reason to kick him, especially with my strength; I could have hurt him badly. Dash was just mad that I did that."

"Well, then it is decided. Mr. Phantom, you will have two after school detentions, and Mr. Baxter, you will have a week of after school detentions."

"Danny?" They all looked towards the door where Jazz was sticking her head in. "What happened?"

"Dash tried to fight him." Danielle answered. She immediately glared at the blond jock, but walked over to her little brother.

"Did he hurt you?" She asked, moving his bangs out of the way to look at his face.

He pushed her hand away. "I'm fine Jazz, I just have a bit of a headache." He said rubbing the back of his head where Dash had pulled him up by.

"Maybe you should go home and rest." She suggested. "Can he?" She asked.

"Yes that would be fine." Mrs. Ishyama said. "Dash, you can go back to class now. Danielle, I suppose you want to go with him, instead of face the crowd alone?" She asked.

"If you wouldn't mind." She smiled.

"Alright, if you don't mind, I will drive them home. I know where it is, and I'm going past there anyway. I have to drive my brother home." Jazz smiled. "He got sick during lunch." The principal nodded, and sent them on their way.

Once they were in Jazz's car, they both changed back. Danny smiled while rubbing his head. "Thanks Jazz. Without you, we'd probably be facing a crowd of giant fans right now."

"No problem, but I would text Sam or Tucker right now. They're probably worried." Jazz suggested.

"Oh, yeah. Good idea." He said and took out his phone. He already had a message from Tucker.

Tucker Foley: Hey what happened? Val said Dash yanked ur hood?

He quickly replied back with:

Yup. Identitys gone and Im on my way home. Got a headache. Well b back 2morrow 2 handle the crowd. Peace.

Danny shut his phone and slipped it back into his pocket, closing his eyes and trying to focus on just the cars movement.

How was it? Good? I hope so.

Daneya: She always wonders if it's long enough or too long.

Me: NO I DON'T! Who let you out?

Daneya: You did. . . =.= The things I put up with as a muse.

Me: If you don't like it, quit.

Daneya: I'm good.

Me: Then stop complaining. Jeeze.

Well, peace.

~Skye