AN: Heeey, everyone! Everything going good for y'all? Having a good weekend? That's great! Well. I know I promised to update on Monday... but I figured you wouldn't mind me breaking that promise too much, would you? I bet you're dying to know my future plans. But then, telling would be...

Spoilers

As Danny walked into the library, he took a quick glance at the signs above each shelf, searching for the classics. He groaned at seeing that where the Shakespeare books, there wasn't a single one for Hamlet or Macbeth to be seen. And Lancer was too stubborn and cheap to get a class set, leaving him to asking people he knew. He grumbled, and walked over to his table, only to find his seat to be once again taken by what seemed to be his new arch nemesis.

Glaring, he sat in the seat across from Andrew, who seemed to have only just gotten there himself. Never really having a knack for subtlety, he blurted out, "Why do you sit there?"

Andrew looked up at him with surprise, seeming to have not even noticed his arrival. "Hm? Oh, here? Well, because it's the best seat in the library." He set his book down with a smirk, gesturing as he spoke, "It's near the windows, so there's actual sunlight, you can see most all the sections and bookcases, and yet it's hidden by that rather horrid librarian. Not only that, it's one of the few seats that doesn't wobble." His smirk grew at seeing that Danny was purposefully making his seat move.

Were it anyone else, Danny would have told him 'Great minds think alike.' Being that it was Andrew Riter, however, he rose an eyebrow. "Sunlight? I thought that some shut in dork like you would hate that." A bit harsh, sure, but Riter should be able to take whatever he dished out.

"Yes, well, things aren't always what they appear to be." Watching as Danny made himself comfortable, he questioned, "With all the empty tables, why sit here?"

He shrugged, leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling, pointing to where the writer was sitting. "Because that's my seat. Same thing in English."

Andrew rolled his eyes. Honestly, this boy was rather possessive. Were he someone else, he would have questioned if he were a ghost. "Well, I am oh so sorry, your highness, but I was here first. So, I guess you'll have to deal with it. Why don't you get to work on something?"

He almost argued back, but thought better of it. He had a limited amount of time, especially if he wanted to finish his chemistry homework before class.

Nearly an hour later, he sighed, shaking his hand out. It took a while, but he had finally written a page about isotopes. He looked up with a grin to look at Andrew, only to see that the bespectacled one had already left. Confused, Danny looked up at one of the nearby clocks, seeing it was a minute until the bell for lunch. No wonder he had already left. Shoving everything into his backpack, he jumped up and ran out, followed by the predictable shout from the librarian of "No running!"

Finally out in the hall, he slowed his pace a bit as he neared the cafeteria. He punched in his number and got his lunch, sitting with his friends at their normal table, designated by most populars as the losers' table. "Hey, guys. Anything interesting happen?"

Sam scoffed, waving her fork as she ranted. "Yeah, Lancer was a dick. Making us read two Shakespeare books on top of everything else we have to do?"

Danny nodded, shoving his food into his mouth. "Yeah, I know. By the way, that reminds me-" He was interrupted by someone sitting themselves down on his left. He looked over with a glare, "Riter. What are you doing here?"

Andrew huffed, gesturing around the room, "Well, Fenton, in case you didn't notice, every other table is full." Without another word, he began eating his food and writing in a notebook.

Danny pouted before turning back to his two friends, "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," He glared again at Andrew, who only ignored him, "Do either of you guys have an extra copy of the books for English?"

Tucker shrugged helplessly, "I need to have my mom buy them after school."

Sam nodded in agreement, "Sorry, Danny." She glanced at Andrew, and Danny shook his head. He knew what she was saying, and the answer was no way. He wasn't gonna ask him for help. An uncomfortable silence settling over the table, Sam cleared her throat before turning to Andrew casually, "So, hey, how have you been enjoying Casper High so far?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "It's been somewhat decent, but it could've gone better, seeing as at the end of my first day, some foolish idiot decided it would be a good day to ruin all my work," he said with a glare to Danny.

Danny groaned exasperatedly, turning to him as he slammed his fork down. "It was an accident! When are you going to get over that, Riter?!" Not a moment later, he yelped, clutching his leg close.

Andrew smirked, having given Danny, what he thought to be, a much needed kick in the shin. "I'm sure it was an accident. Just like that was."

Danny pushed his food away, throwing his backpack on over his shoulder. "Fine! You know what?! Who cares?! Go ahead and sit with my friends! I'll leave you two to deal with the Dork of Disaster!"

He stormed out the south exit of the cafeteria, limping somewhat as he did so. Andrew glared at his retreating back. "Well, I can see when I'm not welcome." Tucker thought he saw the kid's eyes turn blue for a second. Turning around, he say the blue sky shining brightly, and wow, that could make anyone's eyes look blue, especially if they had glasses. Turning back around, he rubbed his eyes. That was way too bright. "Hmph. I wish I could say it was a pleasure, but really, it wasn't." He stomped out the east exit of the lunch room, fists clenched tightly at his sides.

The now-duo watched as Dash and Kwan glanced at each other with a grin, and stalked off after Andrew. Tucker watched with concern, and looked at Sam, who only went back to eating her salad. "Shouldn't we, y'know, do something?"

She shrugged, "They got themselves into this mess. Far as I care, they can take care of it."

Danny grumbled as his pace slowed. Thinking back on it, he sighed. He was being an insensitive clueless jerk. Again. And why had Andrew said all his work? It was just a book, how was it work? He made a mental note to ask him at one point, though at this rate he wouldn't be able to. When he and Andrew were in the same room, it was like the tension was so thick you could cut it with a rusty spoon. And it made sense why that was. Well, one of them was going to have to man up and apologize. Danny nodded maturely. Yep. He would make the adult decision here and wait for Andrew to apologize, first.

From down the hall, he heard big thumping footsteps, but besides that, also heavy breathing, accompanied by lighter, but still heavy, steps. "Hey!" He sighed, recognizing Dash's shout anywhere. It was the one he always gave when he was trying to get Danny so that he could let out some pent up rage. He slowly turned around, surprised to not see Dash there at all. He slowly looked down the other hall, the one he stood in adjoined to.

Andrew came to a stop in front of the wall, and his eyes darted for an escape. Why was this school so confusing?! And from what he had memorized of the school map, this hallway was a dead end. He turned, watching as the two bulky athletes strutted towards him, seeing as he had stopped running. "Hey, nerd!" Andrew flinched, as Dash came within a foot of him. "I don't think we've met, yet. Here, let me introduce you to my fist!"

His mind sped up and he desperately tried to think his way out of this situation. He couldn't do much as a way of defense, otherwise he'd incriminate himself. So, that left only a witty retort. "Only if you'll introduce me to the woman who decides your wardrobe in place of you each morning!"

Dash paused, a confused look on his face as he looked down at himself. "Wait… why do you wanna meet my mom?"

Andrew put a hand over his mouth to keep his chuckles in. He really hadn't expected that to work. Danny rolled his eyes as he snickered. Seemed like he'd have to go save the day, again. Hero Danny, to the rescue. He walked out into the hall, surprising all parties. "Dash, c'mon, he just got here, leave him alone."

The jock glared at the new arrival, "What if I don't wanna?"

Kwan chimed in, pounding his fist against his hand. "Yeah! Like you said, he just got here. We should break him in! Uh, emphasis on the breaking, if you didn't get that."

Dash turned to his football friend with a roll of the eyes, "Kwan, they got it."

"Roger!" He saluted.

"I've told you a million times, my name is Dash!"

Kwan turned towards him, hands out as he tried to explain, "No, no, it's a saying!"

"And I'm saying…" Danny grabbed onto Andrew's sleeve and tugged him to the other hall. Andrew, meanwhile, dragged his hand down his face. Of course there was an easy exit all along. Of course, he didn't see it. Stupid stupid stupid.

He panted slightly as they finally paused, Danny determining they were far enough away. "I suppose I must… thank you. That was a rather unpleasant situation."

Danny sneered, as he was about to make a nasty remark, until he paused. Oh right, the plan, the plan for Andrew, the plan chosen especially to get close to Andrew, Andrew's plan. He nodded, "Yeah, it was no problem. I figured you could use some help."

Andrew looked at him suspiciously. What an interesting character this boy was. He took out his journal, jotting a note down about the character traits of the boy meant to parallel the one who had destroyed his past. "Hey, what are you writing?" Danny tried to pick words out over his shoulder, though his height hindered that.

He rose an eyebrow, "Hm? Oh, nothing really of interest. Just some notes about the school itself."

"Riiight, well, I gotta go to my next class. See ya."

Andrew watched as the ghost hunter left. This would be a very interesting story, indeed. One that he felt would have a 'surprise twist' at the end. Ah, well, he'd figure out how to write out his thoughts, later. The story, after all, was just starting from the beginning.

Danny sighed as he walked into Pre-Cal, thanking whatever higher power there was for once that Jazz was this class's TA. As he sat in his seat, he waved her over, and she nodded, walking over to him. The redhead leaned over so they were eye level with each other. He smiled up at her lopsidedly, "Hey, Jazz, you know you're my favorite sister, right?"

She sighed, not ready to put up with this. It was just a couple weeks since school started, and he was already asking for favors. "What do you want this time, little brother?"

He gave her a level six cute face. "Well, since you're the bestest sister in the whole wide world, I'm sure you wouldn't mind lending your favorite brother your copies of Hamlet and Macbeth for just a couple weeks, right?"

Jazz put a hand to her mouth to keep from either laughing or cooing. It was hard to tell which, after living with Danny for so long. "I would, really, I would, but I don't have either of those. I have Othello and Romeo and Juliet, though! If that helps!"

He pouted, slumping over on his desk. "You're cruel, Jazzy. So very cruel."

"I would retort to that, but it's time for class to start. Get out your notebook, you lazy bum."

The boy grinned, putting on a thick heavy voice, "Gosh, Jazz, you can't tell me what to do, you're not the boss of me, get out of here."

She rolled her eyes, heading to the front to take attendance. "Whatever, Ghost Face Guy, whatever."

"It's Ghost Facers! And I am way better than them!" The teacher began to quiet the class, and Danny turned to the board with a smile. But that did make him wonder nervously. Where could he find copies of those books?

So, you like? Good! I do, too. Next chapter will probably be Friday? I dunno, depends on my mood. Well, I'll see you then! Remember! Reviews make me smile! Kasena, out!