A/N: This chapter is MUCH longer than the last one ;)

Kim's alarm went off at 6:50, and she sat bolt upright. Today was the day of the big soccer tryouts, and she was super psyched. Apparently, it wasn't every day that you got a tryout in the school of Casper High, so she felt like it was sorta a special occasion.

Kim of course knew that she'd be a little out of practice, but soccer to her was like riding a bike, and she knew that she'd shine through. She was a Possible, after all. That and not making the team wasn't an option. If she didn't make the team, she'd have to join gym class for her PE credit. Gross!

She raced out of her bedroom, and packed her soccer clothes. She'd asked her mother to ship her her cleats and shin guards, which Wade fantastically had at her front door that same day. She threw a pair of Nike shorts and a plain t-shirt into the sack, and went to get herself ready for the day.

She brushed her teeth, and combed through her hair. She was getting ready to pull her hair into a pony tail when she thought, Why not mix it up? She grabbed a small section of hair at the top of her head, and weaved a French braid down her head. When she tied off the end, she smiled in the mirror. Sophisticated yet preppy. She gave her look one curt nod, and raced to get the rest of herself ready.

She ran to her closet where her suit was lying, and gently took it off the hanger. She slipped the top metal and fabric mixture over her head, and climbed her slender legs up into the briefs. Once her mission suit was ready, she yanked her favorite green tank top out of the drawer, and squeezed into her cut-off jeans, buttoning and zipping them at the top. She nodded again when she took in her appearance, and checked her kimmunicator for the time.

7:04.

Perfect! She still had time to have a little breakfast before her big day. She emptied the remnants of the cereal box into a small bowl and splashed a cup or so of milk. She hurriedly ate with her spoon, and washed the bowl out in the sink when she'd had enough. Grabbing her backpack and her soccer bag, she headed out from her lonely apartment, and began simply walking towards the high school.

It would appear she would be early today without the rush.

…

Danny cringed when he realized it was time to get up, and checked his clock lazily. 6:52 it blinked at him. He groaned, but flung his covers off anyways, and stood up, stretching his back nicely. Over half way through the week, and yet the most sleep Danny had been able to get was five hours.

It must be an easy week, Danny sighed to himself, and walked over to his bathroom. He brushed his teeth, and shook his head to somewhat fix his unruly locks and tugged his white t shirt over his head.

He pulled his pants on, and laced up his old red sneakers. He walked out of his room and headed down the stairs, his stomach already grumbling with the smell of eggs and bacon on the grill.

After reaching the final step and swinging to the left towards the kitchen that begged him to sit down, he was bombarded by a middle aged woman clad in a tight blue jumpsuit.

"Danny," the purple eyes of Maddie Fenton cornered the young boy. He blinked when his mom's face was suddenly in his own, still tired from his sleepless night, and asked, "Yea?"

She led him to the kitchen, and motioned for him to take a seat, which he did. Maddie sat beside her husband, and folded her hands on the table.

"Is something wrong?" He asked the two skeptically. Maddie and Jack looked at each other, then back at Danny, and he was now very suspicious that something was going on.

"Sweetie, your father and I are a little concerned," Maddie began, looking back to her husband for support.

"We think that you're not living your life to its fullest potential."

"I'm confused…" Danny said hesitantly.

"Sweetie it's important to have a balance between school work and social time during high school. Frankly, your father and I are concerned you're not focusing very much on that second part."

"With genes like mine, you should be a ladies' man! Just like I am, er was," Jack Fenton clarified after a glare from his wife.

"What are you talking about? I have friends!" He argued.

"Frankly, Sweetie, we meant perhaps a more, er, feminine friend," Maddie suggested awkwardly. Danny blinked. Did his mother really just say that?

"I'm confused…" Danny admitted hesitantly, and prayed that this conversation would end soon.

"All we're saying is you should be more focused on the ladies, Son!" the oof in an orange jumpsuit practically shouted. "Go out on a few dates, meet some people outside of Pam and Sucker." Jack slathered a generous serving of butter onto his Fenton toast, and crunched it inside his mouth.

"Sam and Tucker," Danny clarified, getting aggravated.

"Sweetie, it's okay if you're scared of rejection. When I was your age –" Maddie began, but was soon interrupted by her son. "I really don't need to know," Danny stopped her. She looked sad, but Danny would have to worry about that later.

"Look guys, I really don't need this. I'm gonna walk to school. If Jazz asks, just tell her I walked, okay?" Danny continued, but Maddie grabbed his wrist before he was able to stand up. Immediately a jolt of electricity went through his veins, and he quickly pulled away from the source of the pain. Damn Spector Deflectors, he thought to himself.

"Son, you've got quite a legacy to live up to. I was on the mind of every girl every second of the day in my height," Jack said nostalgically, clearly not seeing how fed up Danny seemed to be.

I'm not sure you were on their minds for the reasons your thinking, Danny thought to himself.

"You get to go to prom this year! Why not ask a girl instead of going with those friends of yours," Maddie offered, but something about the way she referred to Sam and Tucker irritated Danny. She said it like they meant absolutely nothing to her.

"Yea, ditch those losers!" Jack agreed.

That officially set Danny over the edge.

Sam and Tucker were the only two people in the world that understood Danny's troubles, and understood (somewhat) that he put his life at risk every day for a good reason. They always had his back, and he knew he didn't tell them that enough. Now that his two parents said to find new friends, the irritation and annoyance that had been building for the past few minutes turned to anger, and he violently stood up from the kitchen chair.

"Those are my friends," he said strongly, his eyebrows furrowed in madness. "And I'm not scared of rejection, Mom," he spat. "Did you both forget that I brought a girl home just two weeks ago! Do you remember what happened?! I'm not scared of getting turned down, Mom, I'm scared of what she might think of you!"

Danny walked out of the kitchen after he ended his tirade, and vehemently slammed the door upon exiting his house. Once on the other side, he transformed into his alter ghost ego, and flew to school.

That's gonna bite me in the ass. I shouldn't have said that. The little angle on Danny's right shoulder told him.

It's the truth! She deserves to hear it! The devil on the other shoulder reminded him.

Sometimes Danny felt like he was slipping closer and closer to insanity every day. He pushed the events of that morning back into his mind, and decided to deal with them later. He had to focus on school.

…

Kim felt her spider sense tingle behind her eyes, and she immediately turned around. She found none other than Phantom flying freely through the sky holding a backpack. It immediately clicked in Kim's mind that the fiend must've stolen the backpack from a student. She knew she had to stop him, and retrieve the back pack.

And if she was being honest with herself, this was a rematch she had been waiting for.

She quickly looked around for somewhere she could change.

Tree.

Bush.

Mailbox.

House.

Alley.

Car.

She chose the alley, and quickly ran inside making sure to excite her cardiac system.

…

Don't think about it, Danny! You'll apologize when you get home. It's not like you haven't done something like that before. They're your parents they'll still love you. Through anything.

'Then why haven't you told them about being a ghost,' a voice in the back of his mind asked him. A voice that he preferred to keep separate from his mind because it was always so hard to hear.

He knew he really needed to stop thinking about it now because the school was approaching, and if he didn't stop thinking about now, Sam and Tucker would ask him what's wrong, and this was something he didn't feel like talking about.

In his peripheral vision, he saw a flash of white and blue approaching him. He turned to his right, and could feel his pupils widen in realization when he saw that girl from the other day. She had some sort of weapon in her right hand, and she immediately swung it at the ghost boy.

Thankfully, he was able to go intangible in time. He smiled, seeing that she was obviously picking a fight. This appeared to be the perfect distraction… and rematch.

He smirked as the girl seemed to whip around, desperately trying to see which way he had gone, but they both knew it would do no good. He whizzed around her, and flew right behind her as she continued to search for the ghost boy. He went tangible and not a second later tapped the girl on the shoulder lightly. She flinched as flipped her head around. Danny could see her eyes through the suit, but he was sure they would look pretty damn scared.

He reeled back and shot a nice blast of ectoplasm from the base of his palm. She was sent backward, towards the direction of a tree. Danny smirked. This was sweet justice for what she had done not a week before.

Only she never hit the tree. Danny never saw the two connect nor did he hear the cracking of her fragile human body against the tough bark. He looked at the tree where the girl was headed to, but the girl herself was gone. Like poof! Just completely vanished in midair. He gazed for any sign of movement, and looked around, but couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, he felt her presence. It made the back of his neck crawl, and shot pins and needles to every nerve in his body. He still couldn't see her, but if she wasn't in his line of vision, he knew it meant she was behind him.

Still floating a good 15 feet off the ground, Danny instantly looked behind him, and wasn't surprised when he saw the girl reeling back for a blow to him. He immediately encased her hand with his, diminishing whatever hit she had planned, and smirked, saying, "Look, clearly you don't know very much about fighting or how to do 'sneak attacks,' so I'll help you out. Lesson number one: never repeat your opponent's moves."

Again, if Danny had been able to see her face, he was sure she'd be scared, and she had a very well right to be! Danny, with his hand still clasped over hers, pulled it harshly downwards towards the ground, and then released it. She went tumbling towards the ground, and Danny smirked again for the great idea he had with that.

Only she caught herself, landing swiftly on her feet on the ground that was fifteen feet away, and pounced back up like a puma. Danny blinked when the blinding white suit came flying towards him. All he saw was a flash of hot white light, and something hot hit him in his uncovered face. He flinched in pain from the hot foam, and wiped it off his face. This girl's artificial ectoplasm had a weird whiteness to it that he'd never seen before. And it hurt much more than ghost ectoplasm did.

"No fair," Danny yelled. "The face should be off limits, I can't even see yours." Once he was done talking, another shot of ectoplasm was coming towards him, but he managed to go intangible in time for that. "Clearly, you don't play fair." He went in to punch her, but his fist literally went straight through her helmet. "What the…"

The suited girl aimed an uppercut to his chin, sending up high into the air, and then came crashing back down to the ground, where he hit hard, and wasn't able to jump up like she had. "Did I forget to mention my suit's intangibility? That's right, Phantom. I'm not just disappearing. I'm still there," she flew downwards to get to where he was laying on the ground, and he could tell she was smiling behind the suit. Danny didn't like that she had gotten the better of him.

He got up and smirked himself, "So you do talk. It's a good thing. I was beginning to think our conversations were always going to be one sided." He stood up, and put his hands up to protect his face.

"Future tense? What makes you think we'll be seeing each other again?" the girl questioned with a sarcastic hint.

"Well this marks three. I figure there has to be something you want. So what is it? My pelt? My title? Or just for fun?"

"Believe me, I'd rather have this finished in our first meeting," she said, without answering the question. The two had begun to circle each other, both prepared to fight at any moment.

Danny quickly got her in the gut, and she hadn't even realized what was going on until she grunted in pain. The blow clearly got her, and he could tell she was all out of ideas; only this time, he wasn't.

Suddenly, a familiar noise filled Danny's ears.

Ddddrrrriiiinnnnggg

The bell. School. English. Late.

It all came back to him in one huff, and he glanced once more at the weakened girl before him only she was no longer there. Danny blinked and looked around the area, but nothing. She had simply disappeared – or just gone intangible. Whichever, he didn't want to be there anymore, so he immediately took off towards the school.

…

Kim sighed. It worked. She mentally thanked Wade for the intangibility addition he put on, and knew that without she might not had made it out of that fight alive.

She hated admitting it, but she had lost, and bad. If he wouldn't have been distracted by the bell, she most certainly would have been in a lot of trouble. More than she was.

Kim's slow, invisible walking turned into a quicker sprint when she realized what had distracted the ghost. The school bell! She was going to be late… again. She realized that with running, nothing was too painful, so she at least now she also knew that she wasn't seriously injured, although the pain did suggest otherwise.

Nonetheless, she powered through, and finally made it to the front of school. She didn't have time to stop by her locker, and simply ran straight to English. She could see the classroom wasn't far away now, and pushed a little harder. Right when she was coming up on it, she saw Danny Fenton swing around the corner, and sprint towards the door.

"Late?" Danny laughed when Kim yanked open the door.

"You have no idea," Kim smiled, and walked through the door, still holding it for Danny.

"Ms. Wate, Mr. Fenton, social time is not class time. When you come in late, give me an excuse and apology, and then take your seat. Ms. Wate?" Ms. Greene waited.

Kim could hear herself swallow. "Erm… I'm sorry for being late, Ms. Greene, but I, uh…" had to fight a ghost? Come on Kim, think! "Ss… slept in…?" Kim guessed as a plausible excuse, and took her seat, giving Danny an encouraging nod.

"Sorry for coming in late, but I, er, also slept over my alarm," Danny mumbled, and took his seat next to Kim.

Ms. Greene nodded her approval, and went on with teaching class. The second bell couldn't seem to come quick enough.

…

Danny found his way to the old table in the back of the cafeteria where two of his friends were currently seated. He roughly sat down, and sighed. "What's your problem?" Sam asked him. He just groaned, and told her, "I saw Suit-Girl this morning, but she ran away before I could any real information on her. But I did learn she can go intangible. Which sucks."

Tucker thought, "Wait, you said she was human. Humans can't go intangible. Trust me, if they could, I'd be doing it a lot." He laughed at that, but Danny and Sam's faces remained straight. It just wasn't funny to them.

"I can't explain it, but her ectoplasm is white and her suit allows her to fly, go intangible. It's like her suit is half ghost or something," he grumbled. Sam opened her mouth to comfort him, but Tucker stopped her, "This conversation is going to have to wait."

He pointed to the left, where a happy ginger seemed to hop towards them. They all three plastered fake smiles onto their faces, and greeted the girl. The rest of lunch went by agonizingly slow, but it was worth it to keep Kim in the dark. Or at least that's what Danny told himself.

…

"Okay, listen up girls, for the next half hour, you are to show everything you've got. From this point forward, everything you say and do will be considered when picking those twelve girls." The coach interrupted herself here to blow her whistle, signifying that they could start. Kim went to the girl right next to her, and asked if she wanted to be partners. The girl with the flawless tan skin, and long black hair looked at her skeptically, but nodded, and grabbed a ball.

They kicked the ball to each other for about five minutes, back and forth and back and forth. That is until they're attention was brought away from the ball, and towards the sound of another whistle.

"Everyone warm?" she asked rhetorically, clearly expecting no answer. "Great. Now everyone needs a ball for this part. I want you to dribble the ball for as long as you can without moving from your spot. When you lose control, just sit down. It'll go on until there is one person left standing." Kim grabbed a ball for herself since her partner stole theirs, and easily dribbled it between her feet.

Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. It continued, and out of Kim's peripheral, she noticed girls begin to sit down, but Kim was going strong. She kept kicking the ball between her feet, and wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.

"Congratulations, Red," she heard the coach say, and she finally looked up and around. Everyone was already seated. She smirked. It appeared she was in fact the last one standing. But she kept dribbling the ball. "Why didn't you stop dribbling?" the coach asked her, seeming irritated. Kim shrugged. "You never said to." The coach chortled, and told Kim, "Good answer, but you can stop now." Kim immediately put a foot on top the ball to cease it. She turned her attention back to the rest of the team, and shouted, "Okay, ladies, on the back line. We're gonna be doing some racing."

Kim aligned the toes of her left foot with the back white line, and focused on the distance.

"3…2…" The coach began counting down, and blew her whistle loudly. Kim was the first to take off. Her legs pumped back and forth and she managed to keep her heart rate low. Just a few more strides now, and she'd be across the finish line. And…

Umph. She made it first of the girls, and was hardly out of breath. Those cheerleaders should be begging her to join the squad come the first soccer game, Kim smirked.

Once every crossed the line, the coach began yelling again, "Okay, we've got about 15 minutes left, so it's time for our final test: who's gonna be the goalie? Everyone get in a line." Kim couldn't help but gulp. If there was one weakness she had when it came to soccer, it was being the goalie. She liked being on the field and in the action, not defending the net.

She made sure to get third in line, knowing that the overly confident girls would want to go first. The first girl, Kim recognized as the dark haired girl who'd been her partner, stopped every single ball from getting into the net, granted she only got to 5 balls, but not a single one came close, except for that last sixth one where she fell.

Then the girl in front of Kim went. She managed to get 4 , and groaned in exasperation. She didn't get as many as the girl before her. Finally, it was Kim's turn. She mustered up all the courage and pride of a lioness, and stood in front of the goal.

She knew that she could let no ball, no matter the speed it was traveling, move her from her position.

The coach aimed the first ball, and it missed Kim's face by a millimeter, but hit her raised hand squarely. The ball bounced off her wrist, and back towards the coach. One down.

The coach went on to kick the second ball. Kim blocked it easily with her foot this time. Come the third ball, the coach began hitting harder ones. Kim had to jump up high into the net to catch it, which she did with ease. The fourth ball was kicked fast, but rolling on the ground, making Kim dive for it, but she managed to get it anyways. The fifth ball was quick and the fourth, and Kim had to pounce off the ground to get it in time, but she did so easily. The sixth ball was aiming straight towards her face, so Kim jumped up high so it would instead land in the softness of her gut. The seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth all came at different directions and rapidly, but Kim blocked them all. Finally the coach stopped her.

"Well that's all the balls I have at the moment, so go shag some."

Kim nodded, and raced off to fetch the balls, then brought them back. She watched as the other 20 girls tried out to be goalie to no avail, the maximum being the last girl, which was a surprise to Kim, but she managed to get 7 balls until the eighth was the one she screwed up.

The coach called everyone in, and put her hand in the middle of them, quickly followed by the hands of every other girl. "Well, I'll have the list posted by tomorrow, until then keep practicing, and I hope to see you at practice on Monday. Who wants to count us off?"

The tan partner girl yelled. "Soccer on two, 1 2…"

"SOCCER!" everyone else yelled. They all began running towards the locker rooms on the right, but something the coach said, held Kim back, "Hey, you, Red," she called out. Kim turned her head, and pointed at herself in surprise. "Yes, you," the coach's rough voice sighed.

"Are you new here?" she asked when she had her attention.

"Yes, ma'am, I am," Kim gulped. Why does she want me to stay?

"Hm… well, you've got a good eye. Real athletic. Play any other sports?"

"Erm… I do cheerleading…" Kim hesitantly told her.

"Cheerleading? Then why didn't you try out?" the coach demanded.

"I wasn't exactly allowed to…"

"Well, I'll talk to the coach about that, but I guess it's better for me, anyways. If you'd done cheerleading, you wouldn't be able to play soccer."

Kim smiled at the compliment.

"Now, go get changed, and see you Monday," the coach smiled at her.

Kim blinked. "Wait…" Did that mean she just made the team?

All the coach did was wink, and walk into her office. Kim beamed and raced to the locker rooms.

She turned left in the locker room hall, and pushed open the door, ecstatic that she'd made the team. She was so distracted that she hadn't noticed something was different about the locker room. But when she looked up, and made her way around a corner, she stopped her pace, and gaped open her mouth.

In front of her was none other than Danny Fenton. Shit! She went in the wrong locker room!

Kim looked behind her, wondering if she could make an escape without being seen, but when she looked back at Danny, he had his arms over his head, and was yanking off that a PE t shirt. Kim was about to speak up and tell him to stop, but as soon as the thin material was removed. Kim's jaw dropped.

She found herself staring at the tan and rigid shirtless Danny Fenton. The appealingly soft plains of his chest were smooth. From beneath his shirt, Kim always assumed Danny was covered in layer of flub. He even admitted to not being the athletic type, but now that Kim's eyes were opened, she realized that was completely false. His chest was toned and firm, and indented every few inches to reveal a beloved six pack. Kim blinked slowly, literally engulfed by his bareness. On the sides of his waist rested two extremely firm oblique muscles that seemed to pop from his skin. When she traveled up his chest, she found two incredibly defined pecks that seemed to poke out from his chest. His skin was a tanned porcelain all over, and Kim couldn't help but feel mesmerized by its beauty.

Kim made herself look away, and began walking into the light. "Geez Danny what are you doing!" she shouted, and pretended like she'd only just walked in and shielded her eyes. From behind her open fingered hand, Kim could see Danny fold his arms across his chest in embarrassment. Didn't he realize that by doing that it only made your pecks poke out more! God, she just wanted to lay on top of his chest, and feel the beating of his naked heart on her ear. But a yell tore her from her trance. "Kim! What the… what the hell are you doing here?!" Danny screamed.

Kim stuttered. "I just got pack from soccer tryouts! I thought I was in the girls' room, God, I am so sorry," she began to back up as Danny pulled his shirt back on. "Okay, you can look now," he told her. Right because I totally wasn't gawking at you before, Kim smirked.

Kim put her hand down, and blushed. "God, I am so sorry about that! I guess I don't know everything about this school that I thought I did…" Kim was more embarrassed by her ignorance of which locker room was which than seeing Danny like that. That part, she actually enjoyed. Gross Kim! Pull it together. Danny is just a friend.

"Hey," Kim piped up, making Danny jump. "I'm gonna go get dressed, you know in the girl's room, but then we can head over to Nasty Burger, if you want," Kim offered. Danny nodded. "Sure, but I gotta grab a few books. Meet me by my locker?" Kim nodded and ran out of the locker room.

The memory of a totally attractive and not in any way scrawny Danny Fenton was imprinted on her mind, and while one part of her was completely embarrassed and wanted to forget this every happened, another part of her wanted it to become engraved on her mind so she'd never ever forget what he looked like.

But that couldn't be dealt with – not at least at the current moment – so she ducked into her locker room, and put her regular clothes back on as she prepared to meet Danny for Nasty Burger, where she assumed Sam and Tucker would already be.

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