A/N: It seems like you guys are at least somewhat interested in this story. If you aren't, then why are you viewing it? Why don't you get out of here, meanie faces? But yeah! So, you liked that last chapter? Well, there's certainly more where that came from! And I can say that I am 93% sure that is my shortest chapter, total. I'm sure you're excited to get to the new chapter, so I fear I must say...

Until Next We Meet

Danny stopped off at his locker, taking out the notebooks he would need before lunch. No use going to his locker between classes, he was always almost late as it was. He turned, and headed towards his first period. English with Lancer. One of the classes he didn't have with either of his 'sidekicks', as they often joked they were. But really, it wasn't that surprising. With Danny's ghost hunting life, he may as well have been the hero of some stupid Saturday morning cartoon. All he needed was a big arch nemesis, or some big plot that he didn't know about. Lancer greeted him on his way in, and he grudgingly nodded in return. While he may hate English with a burning passion, that didn't make Lancer a bad teacher. Good teacher, bad class.

He began to head to his regular seat -and really, it was a great seat. Second row from the front, right next to the windows, no better seat- until he stopped, and glared daggers at the person sitting there. That new kid thought he could come into his town, go to his school, and sit in his seat? The one Danny had worked hard for by letting other people know it was his so that he wouldn't have to suffer sitting near Dash? That would not fly. He walked right up to that guy who was in no way, shape, or form better than him, to give him a piece of his mind. He took in a sharp breath, ready to go off on him and say exactly what was on his mind, when the bell rang signaling for class to begin. "Danny, please take a seat, we're starting class."

The boy deflated, scowling at them both. Lancer was in on this. It was all a conspiracy against him. A conspiracy against the entire Fenton line and them never getting their seats. A conspiracy to make sure that he died a terrible, horrible, gruesome death that- Okay, no, wow, Danny. Goin' a bit far, there. Sighing, he went to the only seat left, which was in the very back corner, behind Dash, next to Kwan, and one of the most avoided seats in the class. Even if you were part of their group, you didn't want to sit there. Partially because of how big Dash was, you could barely see past him. "Hey, Fentwerp. Think you're good enough to sit with us, today? Sorry, I have a game today. I don't need to catch your crazy."

He scoffed, though didn't say anything. God knows what they would do if he did. He was already guaranteed a beating, because he wouldn't be able to escape them fast enough. "Alright, class, settle down. Today, we're going to be starting a partner project. So please, go ahead and pick your partners now so that you don't while I'm still talking."

Danny watched as everyone around him immediately nudged their friend, or smiled at them from across the room. Hell, even Mikey had a partner, but here he was, sitting alone without one! At least if he were in his normal seat, he'd probably be able to have Valerie as a partner. He sighed, and rose his hand. "Mr. Lancer? I don't have a partner."

Lancer barely took a glance at the other pairs in the room before responding, "So it seems. Well, neither does Andrew. You two go ahead and be partners." He withheld a groan. This really was typical. Just his luck. How could this day possibly get any worse? Lancer answered his silent question, "Now, your partner project will be to find two different interpretations of the play, Hamlet, one for each of you."

He groaned out loud this time, but thankfully he wasn't the only one. Most all the class groaned in unison, as though they had all been stabbed by a rusty spoon. Nerds such as Nathan included. Except, Danny noticed, for Andrew. Andrew leaned back in his chair, putting his arms behind his head, and seemed to scoff at Lancer's idea of a project. But then, Danny should've expected that. All that reading the guy seemed to do, he probably read the whole thing five times over.

That little thought did, however, bring his mood up. That's right. Andrew reads a lot. Sure, he's suspicious and untrustworthy, but my grade could go way up with this project. And not only that, this could also be an opportunity to get close to him and try to find out what he's hiding so that I can protect everyone from him! It's perfect! He grinned at the realization. Suddenly, English class wasn't looking that bad, after all.

The rest of the class passed mostly with Danny yawning, and not paying attention to a word Lancer said. How could he when he couldn't even see the board? When he was able to see over Dash's shoulder, it was too blurry anyhow. Jeez, Lancer needed to learn to write neater, if Danny couldn't read it from the back. He was watching the clock just waiting for this class to be over.

Finally, at one point, Lancer broke from his lecture on something or other old timey. Romeo and Juliet? "Alright, I understand that everyone doesn't have much time outside of school, so I'll give you this time to figure something out so you can get started on it. I expect two essays, each on one interpretation of Hamlet, by winter break. And do be sure to mention your partner's interpretation in your essay."

Picking up his stuff, Danny quickly moved over towards An- his seat. Anything to get away from Dash and his cronies before they caught up to him. Andrew nodded to him, moving a bit of his stuff so Danny could put some of his things on the desk. Andrew put his hand out with the intention to shake, "Hello, we haven't met yet. I'm Andrew Riter."

Danny glared at the hand. He wouldn't shake the hand of some lousy… Not Trusty McStealerson. He huffed and turned his head, ignoring it. "Danny Fenton."

Andrew slowly brought his hand to his chest, and then back down onto the desk. Was it just him, or was this boy incredibly hostile? "Yes, well, um… I have free period third?"

Danny nodded, not even looking at him, instead choosing to examine his ever so fascinating fingernails. Anything was better than this, except for being back in Dash's corner. "Same."

He gave a small grin, having gotten a non-negative response, "Oh, that's fantastic. We can use that time to work on the project together!" Getting only another nod in return, his grin fell as he sighed, slumping in his seat. Obviously gaining trust and reputation around here wasn't easy. Must be one of those small town things, since he never experienced any of this in the cities he'd lived in. The bell rang, and they both leapt up from their seats, ready to leave. Danny was eager to get away from Dash, and Andrew was just eager to get out of this class. Andrew looked hopefully at his partner, "See you at the library?" He didn't get a response as Danny walked away.

Poor Andrew, huh? Just can't seem to catch a break. It's not his fault he's new! Or is it... Guess we'll just have to wait and see! I don't think we really have to wait, though, to know that these two are gonna be the bitterest of bittery rivals. You can tell. Stone cold murderers, the both of them. Maybe there's more to both of them than meets the eye. Well, that's all for this chapter. And this is me, signing off. Kasena, out!