Chapter 5: Flashback

A/N: Thanks for the amazing reviews, Danni99981, Gracie407, sperry426, HiyaKitty, and Danny Phantom Phanatic. Please keep them coming:) Also, keep in mind that, although Kwan is a little OOC, this is 3 years later. And please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or any related characters, or Ford Mustang.

(1st Person POV- Paulina)

"Hello. May I speak to Sheriff Gray privately?" I asked the elderly secretary at the police station.

"Do you have an appointment?" the old lady asked kindly.

"Now, but I have some important information on the Manson case," I said, trying to appeal to her better nature.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but the sheriff is a busy, important man. He isn't available now, but if you give me your name, you can wait in the waiting area until he has a spare moment or two.

Just as I was starting to get teed off, Sheriff Gray appeared out of the back room and said, "Paulina Sanchez, right this way."

I was starting to get the feeling that the police knew I drugged Sam Manson when Sheriff Gray said, "Doug, grab the video camera. We may have a confession." For the first time in a while, I was proud of one of my decisions.

The sheriff led us to a private conference room, where I timidly asked, "Is what the news said true? About the drugger getting of easier if he or she comes forward and confesses?"

"Yes, but they also have to give us some names of people involved," Sheriff Gray said with a sly grin.

"The person who drugged Miss Samantha Manson against her will was, in fact, me. I received the rohypnol from Dash Baxter," I said right to the camera.

"So you plead guilty to these charges. We will take you into custody while we negotiate your sentence. I will call your father so he can find a lawyer," he said without looking surprised.

He promptly left the room when two officers came to escort me to a holding cell.

Whatever. I just hoped Dash would be okay. Even though we agreed to this plan, I still felt guilty for handing him over.

(1st Person POV- Dash)

'Okay man, just be chill 'til the coppers come. Stick to the plan,' I repeated to myself while pretending to watch some cartoon.

Honestly, I was panicking. What's taking them so long? Paulina left for the police an hour ago, when I departed for my own house.

Nothing is worse than waiting for something bad to happen and being powerless to stop it. Not even realizing a loser I used to wail on was actually my hero was worse then this.

Even worse, the girl I love is in danger. Everyone knows how bad jail is, and that's probably where we're going. But no matter what, they can't separate us. Paulina's too fragile to do this by herself, especially after her mom's death.

As some bad guy got his butt kicked on TV, I heard a knock on the door.

"Mrs. Baxter, I am Sheriff Gray. Would Dash be home?" I heard a gruff voice ask.

"Yes sir, he's in the living room. But I can assure you he's done nothing wrong," Mom said. Good ole Mom, always sticking up for me.

"Ma'am, we have a warrant for his arrest for possession of illegal substances. Now excuse me," Sheriff Gray stated sternly. He was clearly getting to the end of his patience.

I heard some thudding noises. Then a swarm of police officers surrounded me with their guns drawn! I put my hands up, but I was so freakin' scared I almost wet my pants.

"Are you armed?" the man I recognized as Valerie's father asked.

"No sir," I said, trying to be polite.

"Do you have any drugs on your person?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes sir. I have some coke, I mean cocaine, in my right front pocket," I said, trying to stay calm.

"Stay still with your hands up Mr. Baxter. Remember, we won't hesitate to shoot. Robert, go get the drugs, but stay alert. These drug-dealer types are dangerous," Sheriff Gray commanded like I wasn't there. And really, it didn't matter. I forfeited any of my rights as a human being when I idiotically started in the drug business. I remember it like yesterday:

I had obviously been offered drugs before, but I always said no because I knew they would end my football career. Even though I'm the most popular kid in my grade, I knew it would all be gone if I wasn't the JV star quarterback.

In the summer after my freshman year, I went to my first senior party. I felt so cool, like I was on the top of the world, and when Varsity quarter offered me ecstasy, I felt even higher. It was so much easier to say no to people my age that were less popular than me, but this was different. So I said yes, not thinking that I would get addicted.

Addiction only happens to losers, like Danny Fenton and his friends, or so I thought.

Eventually, as the team did better and better, I came to more and more senior parties and tried more and more drugs. By the end of my sophomore year, I was so addicted to meth that I started to try and find someone to deal it for me regularly. Unfortunately, I had to drive my mom's car 30 minutes away to get the drugs, and my mom would notice if I took the car to some place I wouldn't tell her for more than an hour twice a week.

So, I asked my parents if I could get a car for my 17th birthday in a couple weeks. I mean, I've already had my license for a while and haven't even gotten a ticket, so I didn't think asking for a car would be a problem.

Unfortunately, my parent's thought differently. My dad's restaurant chain was having trouble passing inspections, so my parents were worried that they may have to shut it down. They said that they couldn't afford to buy me a car, but they didn't have a problem with me buying one with my own money.

So, after lying to them about getting a job at the local supermarket, I started dealing drugs. I didn't have to worry about Mom asking where her car was, because she always assumed I was at work, so I saved my money and bought a nice, used Ford Mustang.

Live after that was a drug-filled blur, but two moments stood out.

One was when I got kicked off the football team because the second string quarterback got mad that he never got to play, so he told Coach I was dealing drugs. Coach kicked me off the team, but couldn't do anything else to me because he didn't have any proof.

Another time, Kwan invited me to one of his parties. I went to hang out with my friends and maybe hook up with a hot chick, but I guess that wasn't why I was invited. Kwan opened the door, greeted me like a best friend, and asked me if I brought any "goods." When I said I didn't know I was supposed to bring any, he slammed the door in my face.

I shook myself out of the flood of bad memories. I would be making some more as soon as I got to the slammer. While I was remembering every moment Paulina and I spent together, I vaguely noticed being shoved in a cell in the police department, but I didn't care. In my head, I was already thinking of how I would propose to Paulina when we got out of this mess.

A/N: Okay, sorry for the major detour. There are so many reviews hating on Dash and Paulina (not that they're a problem) that I realized they needed some depth. So I decided to include the reason's Dash and Paulina got into drugs. Paulina's mom died and her dad's a workaholic. Dash became a victim to peer pressure, and his family went through some fiscal problems.

Please review! Do you feel some pity for Dash and Paulina? Or are they still deserving of jail time, at age 18? Do you think that this chapter was unnecessary and boring?