I told you it would be soon!

I changed the birth dates in the earlier chapter because I thought they should be older. *Nervous chuckle* it's definitely not because I'm bad a math...heh...that's be silly...

-Phanny

Danny strode over to Mr. Lancers desk and sat down on it, looking at the paper in his hands and biting his lower lip, as if wondering where to start.

"Butt off my desk, Fenton," Danny hopped off, trying not to look embarrassed.

"Okay, ten facts about Dash…his favorite color is red, so that's one. And that's good, because it's a school color. Two, his birthday is July 10th, which is sad because we're not in school then so no one wishes him a happy birthday like they get to do with me. Except you guys don't wish me a happy birthday and that's mean.

"Three, he screams like a girl because he didn't trust me to be a safe driver. You didn't die, you just hurt my feelings.

"Four, he's kinda good at video games, but not as good as Tucker. Stop smiling like that, Tucker. It's lame."

"Shut up, Danny, I can do what I want." Tucker leaned back in his chair, trying to look cool.

Danny was running out of things to say. He had found out a lot of things about Dash, but he had been told explicitly not to write them down. He was still blushing from Dash's little enlightenment on him, so maybe it wouldn't hurt to embarrass him a little.

"He has a yappy little Chihuahua that bit me, so that's five. He has like, a whole closet full of letterman jackets, which is weird. Why did the school let you have so many?"

Dash didn't answer.

"He has a Ferrari of which I am jelly," Danny said, marking off number seven on his mental list. He went back to his real list for a second.

"His eyes are like, really dark blue and sort of purple, but not like Sam's. So…eight. Nine, he listens to…music I didn't expect him to listen to." Danny remembered looking around Dash's room secretly and finding out the one thing he had never expected…

"And ten, he has a crush on Sam."

Sam had been taking a sip from her water bottle at that point and from the looks of it she had almost choked on it, her violet eyes growing wide. She coughed a few times, the girl behind her patting her on the back, "what?"

It was all Danny could do not to laugh at her expression and how red her face had gotten. Dash couldn't help but be a little disappointed at how shocked and disgusted she looked, but he had bigger things to attend to. The laughter and whispering from his fellow students was too much to take.

"You're such a liar, Fenton!" Dash grabbed the front of Danny's shirt, ready to punch his infuriating little face in, but Lancer stopped him just in time.

"Baxter! Let go of him, now."

Dash obeyed reluctantly, furious at the smaller boy, who continued to smirk, but he thought he saw the tiniest hint of guilt in his eyes, as though he really hadn't intended to go that far.

"He's a little liar! I do not like her!"

"Good!" Sam didn't look the least bit offended, "after all, if you did you wouldn't punch my friends!"

"I didn't punch him!" Dash argued. A boy in the front responded.

"Sounds like you're trying to defend yourself to make her like you!" The irritating boy just winked, "it's the mini-skirts, isn't it?"

Danny suddenly stiffened. Other boys had noticed Sam had…grown up a bit, apparently. He couldn't help but clench his fists. Why did that piss him off so much?

"Okay!" Lancer shouted above the clamor, "next group! Manson and Sanchez, why don't you get it over with. Fenton, Baxter, have a seat…far away from each other."

Paulina had to pull Sam by the arm, as she still hadn't gotten over her shock. She knew it couldn't be true, that pompous asshole couldn't have a crush on her, right? Then again, he did always seem to glance at her…despite her determination not to change her style, maybe it wouldn't kill her to wear longer skirts.

I love stories where Dash has a crush on Sam.

I love Sam in general. I was troubled on whether to make her choke on her water or do a spit take, but the latter would be unfair to the poor soul in front of her.

I also got the mini-skirt idea from a goth friend of mine who insists on mini-skirts and short-shorts only. Sam just doesn't seem like the...conservative type, if you will. She doesn't strike me as being too shy about her body, seeing as she bares her midriff on a daily basis and is only seen wearing a skirt.