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I couldn't believe how fast the week was going by. Most teenagers looked forward to Friday, but I was dreading it more than my mom's cooking.

Tucker held his ground and was still adamant on telling Danny my little secret if I didn't by then. It's Wednesday now, giving me barely two days.

"Why must you torture me?" I groaned.

Tucker only met my misery with a smile. He really was a sadist. "I'm not torturing you, I'm just laying down some fact."

I really wanted to wipe his smug look off of his face. I didn't bother responding to his statement.

I turned to my locker, pulling out my packed lunch. The thing that sucked about school was that they didn't care about anyone's specific eating habits, whether if it was an allergy or vegetarianism. I always had to bring my own lunch, I really wouldn't mind not having to create a new meal for myself in the morning.

"Come on, Sam," he sighed. "Don't you think it's about time to get this over with?"

"One problem," I began walking down the hallway with him towing behind me, "Valerie still exists."

Tucker rolled his eyes, "So what about Valerie?"

I lightly elbowed his ribs. Tucker overreacted by bending over and cradling his midsection. "Danny is still head over heels for her. How is that for some fact?"

"Okay," Tucker reluctantly agreed, "but do you really not see the way he's so jealous over us?"

I couldn't lie this time. I was beginning to sense that Danny wasn't upset because we supposedly hid a relationship from him, but that I was in a relationship with someone else. I noticed how he never even laid a finger on me anymore. I had always been hyper aware whenever he had simply placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Did you see the way he was canoodling with Valerie as Phantom?" I snapped back. "Oh wait," I added as if I had a moment of clarity, "you didn't. I did. I saw it. That's it. Any chance of him and I are over."

Tucker thoughtfully stared at me for a moment. "Canoodling?" he finally managed with a snicker.

I punched him once again. "Ow," Tucker once again was holding himself in pain. "You're so violent when you're in love."

I froze at Tucker's use of the L-word. The hall was suddenly become ten times hotter. I didn't say anything, but I hope my glare spoke for me. Tucker didn't seem to mind though, he kept a stupid grin on his face.

"You know, Sam," Tucker added, "there is a possibility that Valerie hadn't seen Danny transform. Ya know?"

What Tucker said had seemed so obvious, yet I hadn't really thought of it. The mere thought of it brought me relief.

"Maybe," I mumbled, "I mean Valerie was still acting kind of hostile towards him last night, as if he wasn't Danny Fenton at all."

Tucker's face immediately brightened up. "Exactly!" His sudden yelling caused me to jump slightly. I really wasn't matching his amount of energy. "You don't know the whole story, maybe you should ask Danny what had happened."

It was a valid suggestion that maybe anyone else would take, but my paranoid self just had to think of a possible downside. "What if Danny thinks I was stalking him?"

Tucker turned to face me. A group of kids that had been walking behind us lightly shoved him as they passed through our conversation. Tucker was unaffected by their roughness.

He grabbed my shoulders and began shaking me. "You need to stop over thinking every single thing," he drew out the last few words, his voice becoming louder and loud. "I'm a man of a simple mind, and look at how happy I am," Tucker dumbly smiled at me.

"That's an understatement," I deadpanned.

Tucker ignored my insult. "You have to ask Danny."

Before I could respond, the very voice that I dreaded spoke up from our side. "Ask me what?" I spun my head to see the one and only standing there. Danny held a clueless expression as he glanced between Tucker and I.

"Uh nothing," I lied while shoving Tucker away from me.

"Actually it's something," Tucker spoke up with an evil smirk on his face. He will pay for that.

Danny expectantly looked back at me. I felt as if I could just burn under the stare of his eyes. "Okay, yeah," I stuttered, "there is something." I was surprised in myself that I had somehow worked up the courage to easily give in.

"The other day," I nervously played with my fingertips, "I saw you in ghost form talking to Valerie and she wasn't trying to- ya know- rekill you. What was that about?"

I saw recognition instantly flash through Danny's face. "Oh that?" he furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah, after fighting a bunch we finally sat down a negotiated to work together to fight against Serena."

"But she was also kinda touching your leg," I added before I even realized how nitpicky I sounded. Danny raised an eyebrow at me. I panickedly looked back at Tucker, who was laughing at my misery. He really was going to pay.

"I mean she grabbed my knee when she threatened to rip it off if I pulled anything," Danny answered with a rather confused tone.

"Oh," my voice trailed off. This was a painfully awkward conversation. "Lunch?" I suggested, before quickly moving down the hall.

"Yeah," Danny agreed sounding just as uncomfortable.

He shuffled ahead of me, giving Tucker the perfect time to mock my misery. I stuck my tongue out at him before pushing him along.

Tucker, Danny and I were sitting at the table, minding our own business, when Jazz decided to pop on by. We were smart enough to know by now that she fully intended to meddle in Danny's life.

"Hey guys!" she flashed a smile while Danny only groaned. Jazz chose to ignore his tortured sounds and took a seat beside him.

"I don't get it," Danny angrily slammed his sandwich onto the table, or as angrily as one could treat PB&J with the crust cut off. "We're at home: you whine about me. Then, we're at school and you can't leave me alone!"

I haven't been seeing much of Jazz lately, but I figured from Danny's expression she's been leeching to his side. I raised an eyebrow when she pointedly gazed from me to him.

"Oh come on, Danny," Jazz sighed looking at Danny who had already gone back to eating his lunch, "you're my little brother, we're supposed to spend time with each other."

"Don't you have any friends?" I couldn't help but grin at his muffled voice and stuffed cheeks.

It was painfully obvious that the siblings were almost complete opposites, not mentioning their appearances. Jazz was very, for lack of a better word, uptight. She strived to be organized and for the environment around her to be perfect. Jazz wasn't that old, but I wouldn't be surprised if this entire time she turned out to be possessed by some 50 year old. Now that I think about it, her and my mom would be best friends.

Jazz cleared her throat. Danny jumped in his seat, as if someone had assaulted him. He gave an offended look to Jazz. "What?" he asked defensively.

"Remember that conversation we had earlier?"

Tucker and I exchanged glances, we were being kept in the dark for a reason. It bothered me. "Ya know I don't remember that conversation," I spoke up, causing the Fentons to snap at me. "Care to enlighten the table, Jasmine?"

I tried to ignore how Danny's face began to turn red, but it only made my suspicion grow.

"Uh, well, you see," Jazz stuttered, losing her cool easily.

Before she could give me a coherent response, a flock of students went running through the cafeteria doors. I recognized one of the cries being Paulina. I didn't catch much of what she was saying, but I'm almost certain she mentioned something about a bad hair day.

Tucker grabbed my shoulder. The second I turned to him, I changed my line of sight into the same direction he was pointing in.

"Ghost," I muttered. Although it wasn't just any ghost, it was Serena. She hovered above the crowd laughing as if she just heard the funniest joke of her life… I mean death.

"It's a ghost!" Jazz exclaimed. Her voice was loud enough to catch the attention of Serena who then hovered towards us.

With Jazz's gaze occupied, I noticed Danny duck away as swiftly as possible. Neither Tucker and I mentioned his absence, giving him a chance to find a place to go ghost.

"And it's an obnoxious teenage girl," Serena deadpanned. Her expression perked when she recognized Tucker and I standing at the other side of the table. "Oh it's my favorite goth freak and computer geek," she squealed, clasping her hands together.

Tucker cleared his throat, "It's actually 'techno geek'."

I promptly elbowed him in the gut. "Shut up you moron," I harshly whispered to him. Luckily, Serena didn't seem to pay any mind to us. Unluckily, I was pretty certain she was about to mess with Jazz.

"I am not obnoxious!" Jazz cried out while balling up her fists. Way to defend your honor.

Jazz's flustered composure suddenly faded as Serena waved her hand. "I'm a control freak to distract me from the lack of control I have over time," she admitted in a monotone voice.

Tucker began to snicker, earning him another elbow punch.

"What the-?" Jazz's voice trailed off as she snapped from her trance. She panickedly glance from us to Serena. Her eyes widened when she finally noticed a lack of Danny.

"He went inside," I quickly said before she could ask.

"And so should you be," Jazz determinedly scolded. "These are not the life scarring things you need to see at such a young age."

I didn't bother to mention how Jazz was barely two years older than us.

Jazz ran around the table and grabbed me by the arm in a flash. "Hey, what are you doing?" I protested, running along with her just so I wouldn't be dragged through the grass.

"And don't forget about me!" I heard Tucker yell from behind me.

"We should get inside and find Danny as quick as possible," Jazz spoke in the tone she used when she decided to take charge. If only she knew…

"I also want to flee the scene before my parents decide to show up," Jazz added.

I knew that Jazz (and Danny) suffered from consistent embarrassment from their parents. I didn't find Mr. and Mrs. Fenton to be that bad. They were way cooler than my own parents, or as cool as parents could even be considered. They had the fun type of crazy, although they weren't considered as crazy as before when all the ghosts started showing up.

"Where are we going?" I yelled over the screams of the other students. I didn't want to suspiciously break away from Jazz, but I also didn't want to miss another ghost battle. Tucker and I, moreso I, were the helpful sidekicks to Danny Phantom.

Speaking of said halfa, a door further down the hallway was thrown open, revealing Phantom. So much for discretion.

Jazz halted, finally letting go of my limb. I rubbed my arm, finally noticing how tightly she had been holding on to me. Jazz was stronger than she looked.

Danny flew over our heads in a flash of white before disappearing through the walls.

"The janitor's closet?" Jazz wondered while peek through the door he had came from.

"Looks like Danny just came out of the closet," Tucker snorted, just loud enough for me to hear.

I didn't bother to unleash any physical pain on him. I even cracked a grin at the lame joke. "And you're next," I taunted before moving to Jazz's side.

Jazz was pretty oblivious when it came to Danny's ghost powers. She probably passed off every weird behavior as some weird boy puberty thing. With or without ghost powers, guys going through puberty is some matter of another world.

I decided to mess with her. "Oh wow, is that some kind of ghostly closet?" I wondered in an amazed tone.

Jazz casted a glare at me. "No it's not," she replied seriously. "Dan- er, Ghostboy just so happened to fly by."

"You mean Danny Phantom," I don't know why I bothered to correct her. If anyone was going to make a connection between the names "Phantom" and "Fenton," it would be Jazz.

"Oh- um, yeah!" Jazz said a little louder than I would appreciate.

I casted a final glance at her before turning to face Tucker, only to find that he had disappeared. That traitor must've ran off to be with Danny.

Before I could even take a complete step forward, Jazz yanked my back by my tank top.

"Oh no you don't," she began to lecture me. "I'm not gonna lose you too." She really would get along with my mother.

"No offense, Jazz, but I can handle myself."

Among the commotion and our bickering, Lancer stood out in the crowd. "You kids!" he pointed in what just so happened to be our direction. I looked around me to see Mikey and Dash also caught in his line of sight.

"I might not have control over any of the student body," Lancer admitted with a loss of breath, "but I know you, Dash, are a well behaved student." There was so much wrong with that sentence.

Although Dash was shaking in his sneakers, he feigned a confident nod of the head.

Lancer wiped his brow with the back of his hand. "Good, good," he anxiously mustered. "I put you in charge of watching over these students. Some order is necessary."

"Yes, Lancer sir!" Dash saluted. I swear he was as easy to manipulate as a puppy dog.

I couldn't help but snort as Lancer scurried away, probably off to try to maintain the rest of the student body that ran off into chaos. "Yeah, okay," I sarcastically commented. "I think I know my way around the school enough on my own," I said as I began to head in the opposite direction of the crowd.

"Oh no you don't!" And once again I was yanked back by my shirt. Before I knew what was happening, Dash shoved me into the closet along with Jazz and Mikey. I was still on the floor when I saw Dash slam the door shut.

My eyes widened and I didn't think twice to jump to my feet and bang on the door. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" I screamed through the wood door. I could practically see Dash in my head standing there with a stupid smile.

"Keeping you nerds in there would prevent any ghost from harming you," Dash called back.

It took every ounce in me not to punch the wall. "Ghosts can phase through walls you moron," I forced through clenched teeth. Dash didn't say anything in response.

"Sam," Jazz placed her hand on my shoulder. I had momentarily forgotten that she had been in the room with me. "Let me talk to him."

I huffed and turned away from the door, facing a shelf of cleaning supplies. Mikey cowered further behind the shelf when he met my gaze. I wasn't gonna take my anger out on him, I needed a thick headed jock for that.

"Dash?" Jazz called through the door over and over again. I could hear muffled screams and fear from the other side, but no response from Dash.

"Jazz," I sighed, releasing my clenched fists, "he's gone."

Jazz closed her eyes. I swear I almost heard her counting to ten in her head. "That's okay, this is okay," Jazz said moreso to herself.

"This is not okay!" Mikey shouted. I jumped slightly at his sudden outburst. This was probably the loudest I've ever heard him be. "There's a ghost in the school and we're trapped in here!"

Jazz was trying the door handle, but it was locked from the outside.

"We're dead!" Mikey cried over and over again. "We're all gonna die!"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "What are you talking about? We get ghost attacks almost every day."

"She's kinda right," Jazz agreed. She gave me a small smile that I forgot to return.

"Or maybe she's trying to hide the fact that she's a ghost!" Mikey backed up into the wall. Both Jazz and I raised an eyebrow at his accusing finger. I'm not the ghost teenager, that's all Danny.

"I'm really trapped with a bunch of nimrods," I muttered before looking around the room.

"Hey!" Jazz scowled at me. She did that mom thing where she placed her hands on her hips and was probably going to try to ground me. "What did I do wrong? You can't just insult me to my face."

I did feel some guilt for being so snappy, but I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Jazz. "I don't get why you felt the need to drag me with you. I'm Danny's friend, not yours to look after."

"Well I'm sorry," Jazz defensively crossed her arms. "I just felt an obligation to look after my little brother's best friend."

"I didn't see you carry Tucker on your shoulder," I retorted. "Why does it have to be me?"

"Because Danny-" Jazz stopped in the middle of her rant. It was obvious that she wanted to hide something with the way she slapped her hand over her mouth.

"Danny what?" I pressed.

"Nothing," Jazz covered up. I didn't believe her, but I had more important things to worry about at this moment.

I pulled out my phone and gave Tucker a quick call. He hasn't left me alone for the past week but when I actually need him he decides not to answer his phone. Some techno-geek.

"Anyone else have their phone on them?" With just my luck, both Jazz and Mikey shook their heads.

I looked over the closet once more. I noticed in the corner of the ceiling there was a vent. I could easily reach it if I used the shelves as a ladder.

Figuring it was my best bet, I gave the door a final kick before making my way over to it.

"What are you doing?" Jazz suddenly popped at my side. Since I was halfway up already, I was looking down at her for once.

"Getting out of here." I balanced myself on the edge, hoping that my weight wouldn't cause the shelf to fall over. I reached up with one hand and pushed the metal upwards.

I looked back down at Jazz and Mikey, "You coming along?" Jazz didn't hesitate to nod her head. While on the other hand, Mikey cowered further into the corner. "Trust me," I deadpanned, "I don't have a key and no one ever cleans this school. You're gonna be in here for awhile."

I easily hoisted myself up into the vents. I never worked out really, but I somehow had this crazy arm strength.

Thankfully, no air was blowing through the system, but it was still stuffy. I couldn't move in anyway other than a cramped crawl.

I managed to turn around and look back down into the closet. Jazz was already reaching up to pull herself in. I reached out a hand and helped her up even though I knew she could do it all on her own. Mikey scurried up the shelves, almost losing his footing several times. He needed more help up, but Jazz and I together managed to pull his entire body weight into the vent.

"Now what?" Mikey breathed as if he had just done a set of pushups.

Jazz, being the mom that she is, began moving down one direction of the vent. I didn't have a clue of the ventilation system so I found no harm in following her. "I guess we go this way," I told him as I began crawling after Jazz.

"This isn't so bad," Jazz optimistically said as she rounded a corner.

With one glance up I had the perfect view of her ass in my face. It was a sight that would cause Dash to faint. "Speak for yourself," I grumbled, before turning my head down.

I stopped when I heard Mikey speak to himself. He was barely audible, but I managed to understand him, "I don't mind the view."

He squeaked the second I casted a glare at him. I didn't doubt that my skirt hiked up enough for the pervert to see something. "If you ogle me anymore I won't hesitate to kick you where it hurts," I threatened. "Capisce?"

Mikey swallowed hard before nodding his head so fast I thought it was going to fly off. I sweetly smiled at him before turning back to Jazz, who had missed the exchange.

"Do you know where we're going?" I couldn't help but be skeptical of Jazz's instincts. I knew that she had no clue where she was heading, but she still carried herself in a confident manner.

"No but I have a good feeling about this direction," Jazz moved a little faster after that. I didn't mention it but my knees were beginning to hurt. The metal wasn't exactly comfortable.

I could hear the echos of Mikey growing more distant. I felt kinda bad for him, but not bad enough to slow down. "Maybe I should go first," I suggested. We hadn't been lucky enough to pass another vent opening. I was starting to question Jazz's instincts.

"I don't think so," Jazz snapped back with a sudden attitude. "If we just take a left up here I'm sure there will be a way out."

"Yeah," I snorted. "Back to the janitor's closet. We've almost gone in a complete circle thanks to your instincts."

Jazz stopped crawling and awkwardly turned to face me. Her back was slouched over as she tried to sit as comfortably as she could. She went threw all of that discomfort to clearly glare at me.

"Why do you have to be condescending to me?" Jazz defensively asked. "Oh and that means to talk down to someone," she added. I rolled my eyes at her hypocrisy.

"I'm just trying to get out of here. In case if you haven't noticed, there's a ghost fight going on."

"I'm just trying to help," Jazz was half yelling by now. Her voice came out ten times louder in the chambers of the vents.

"You've been a great help," I sarcastically agreed with her. "You're the reason that we're in here."

Jazz huffed in frustration. She looked like she was about to cry. Oh jeez I really hope she doesn't cry. Teenage girls can be so emotional. I mean I know I did the other day but that's in the past.

"I want to be useful to you guys," Jazz sighed.

"Useful to us?"

She suddenly perked up from her mood and waved me off. "You know what I meant," she laughed, although not out of joy. "I mean keep you guys safe while there's a ghost attack."

"That's interesting," I commented, "because there have been hundreds of ghost attacks before and you didn't make any move to save us then."

"Well that was then and this is now," Jazz kept a smile while she spoke through gritted teeth. She tried to turn away but I placed my hand on her shoulder, halting her.

I don't know why, but I had the feeling that she was hiding something from me. Her behavior wasn't completely… Jazz-like.

"Jazz, what's wrong?" this time I made sure to keep my voice softer. From my other side, Mikey coughed. I had forgotten that he was here with us.

"I could ask you the same thing," she glanced between Mikey and I. Her eyes darted back and forth, resting on me for a split second longer. There was something she didn't want to say in front of Mikey.

"Hey Mikey!" I quickly snapped at him. He perked up, quivering slightly. "I think I dropped my chapstick back in the closet. My face is burning up; would you be a dear and get it for me?"

"Why can't you just do it?"

"Go," I snapped the single syllable hard enough that it caused for Mikey to leap, as much as he could leap in this tiny vent, into action. He maneuvered around Jazz and I and disappeared around the corner. I don't understand why he found me so threatening, but I'll use it to my advantage.

"Now you," I confronted Jazz the second we were alone. "I'm not stupid and you're being suspicious. What's going on?"

There was a brief pause, although I wished she would hurry up and speak already. I don't know how long Mikey would be gone.

"I know, Sam," Jazz let out a breath as she had figuratively ripped the bandaid off.

Logically, my mind should've instinctively gone straight to the secret: Danny's ghost powers. But no, my silly teenager brain thought of how I had some type of feelings towards Danny, even if I told him I was dating Tucker.

"Look," I tried to think up an explanation for myself, "I didn't mean to hurt Danny, he's my best friend. I just didn't want him to find out yet."

Jazz's nervous composure suddenly faded. She raised an eyebrow at me, "What are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" I immediately responded. It took less than the blink of an eye for me to realize my mistake. You see what happens when you try to tell the truth?

"I was talking about Danny's ghost powers." Jazz skeptically looked over me, "What were you talking about?"

"The same thing," I tried to play it off as if it was obvious.

"No, you weren't."

"Yes, I was."

"Sam," Jazz used my name the same way my mother would. I knew that she was tired of my act. "I'm not stupid either. What's been going on with you and Danny?"

I didn't even have time to process what Jazz had just admitted to me. She knew about Danny's ghost powers for crying out loud. This was supposed to be a huge deal. Instead, we're talking about my feelings. Great…

"I guess he mentioned my new found relationship to you," I held a lack of enthusiasm.

Jazz, to my surprise, just snorted. "Yeah," I could tell she was trying to hold back her laughter.

"Well did he mention that it's not true?"

Jazz mischievously smiled over at me, "He didn't have to tell me that for it to be obvious that you guys weren't."

I don't know why, but I returned Jazz's smile. Something about it became very contagious.

"Also," Jazz added, "he didn't have to tell me that he's crazy about you, but I already know that too."

My face burned up the second he she mentioned Danny. Crazy about me? Now that was quite the idea. I wasn't totally against it.

Before I could respond, Mickey came bounding back. He was slightly frantic, "I'm sorry, Sam. I scanned the room but I couldn't find your chapstick."

"Oh," I lightly laughed, "it was in my pocket the whole time." I didn't have any pockets, but Mikey didn't point it out.

Jazz continued to lead the way while Mikey trailed a distance behind me. She didn't mention our most recent conversation and I was mostly thankful for that. While I realized I should've asked her how exactly she found out or how long she like any sane person would, it was hard to process. Someone else finally knew about Danny's powers. Jazz was the third human (not including Danny himself) to know about his secret.

Jazz's knowledge of this could possibly mean one of two things: either we've enlarged our ultra mega ghost butt kicking team or we're one step closer to the entire world discovering the truth. I don't think Jazz would spread this secret around, especially considering it was her little brother.

On top of all of that, I don't want to know how Jazz had magically figured out my lie. It was a lame one but the majority of the student body seemed to have fallen for it.

"Hey guys!" Jazz suddenly exclaimed as she began to pick up her pace. "I see an opening."

I peeked around her and noticed a small gleam of light sticking up. It didn't take much effort from Jazz to push on it and cause the cover to fall to the floor with a clatter.

There are a very few moments in my life where I have been so off guard that I almost had a heart attack. Some are good moments while others are… not so good. For example, walking in on Tucker experimenting with his mom's makeup: good. Having a ghost boy knock into me and phase me out of the vents: not so good.

I didn't even breathe when Danny came clashing through the walls and decided to drag me down with him. It's funny how life tries to work out in my favor. One moment I'm in a overcrowded air shaft with a little creep staring at my behind, and the next I'm landing on the classroom floor with my crush landing ontop of me. Referring to Danny as my crush now is radical in itself.

As I peeked my eyes opened, the first thing I saw was Danny staring down at me with the most perplexed look. "Sam?" he drew out my name as if we hadn't seen each other in ages. "Why are you here?"

"To soften your fall apparently," I grunted.

He took the hint and shifted off of me. Danny helped me prop myself up onto my elbows.

Over his shoulders, Jazz hung from the ceiling before expertly dropping down onto the floor. Danny swerved his head in her direction upon the sound of the impact. The two siblings blankly stared at one another.

I wouldn't doubt it if Jazz for a moment forgot that she was supposed to be looking at Danny as just your average ghost, nothing more. When it suddenly clicked, Jazz's eyes widened as she let out a semi-believable yell and ran out of the room ranting about how she saw a ghost. I'm not saying she's a bad actor, but she sure as hell isn't landing any auditions any time soon.

"Is it just me or was that weird?" Danny motioned a thumb in the direction Jazz ran off to. I just shrugged, pretending not to know what he meant.

Mikey, not so gracefully, fell from the vent. He landed rather harshly on his face and landed with a solid oof. I could only imagine what was going through Danny's head. "That was weirder."

"I guess you could say that," I shrugged again.

"Do you always crawl around in the ceiling?" Danny joked as he held out a hand to help me up.

I smirked up at him, "It's called having a hobby, Danny." I took his cold hand, knowing that the help was needed even though I wouldn't admit it outloud. I felt sore the second I stood up. My back ached so much I would've sworn I just aged 50 years.

I got a good look at Danny. I never worried too much about him when he fought just because he had the help from his ghost powers, but it became evident that Serena was proving to be a tougher opponent than any of us were expecting. Danny's white bangs stuck out in several directions. There was a darker green spot on his right cheek that would turn purple the moment he changes back.

"Still haven't found her weakness, huh?" My smile had faded by now.

Danny nodded his head. "But I think we're close," he added.

I nodded my head in agreement. Every exchange with Serena was interesting. Sometimes she seemed ready to rip off our heads while other moments she seemed tired. Not that ghosts could sleep.

I looked around Danny and noticed that Mikey had disappeared. He didn't exactly exude courage.

"Where's Tucker?" I wondered, noticing that someone from our trio was absent.

Danny brought a hand up to scratch the back of his head."I think the more important question," he sighed, "is where's Serena?"

"How rude!" We both spun our heads to Tucker, who stood in the doorway with his arms folded. He glared between Danny and I. I couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh.

"I was only kidding!" Danny lied, holding his hands up in surrender. That didn't cause Tucker's glare to fade whatsoever. He was about as intimidating as an ant, one that I could easily crush under my boot.

I looked over Danny once more. "She's angry isn't she?" I changed the topic back to Serena.

Danny nodded his head. "The only problem is that we still don't know why."

"Is she gone?" Tucker tentatively looked around the room, as if the ghost girl was lurking in the corner, waiting to attack him.

Danny shrugged, "I didn't sense her after the last hit."

"I wonder where she went," I added.

"Where ever it is," Tucker shuddered, "I hope it's far away." If only that were true, Tuck. If only...