Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or 6teen
The first week of November seemed like an after-party for many. Except for the jock who was a frat boy last Halloween, who had been the talk of the school. The commotion was the talk of the party as some had recorded it on their phones and shared it.
Eventually, word reached the teachers, and within minutes, the boy found his way into the principal's office and off the football team. No longer a jock, the boy lost his spot with the popular kids and all the protection that now came with it.
While he didn't make much of a name for himself, the random jock still terrorized the less popular kids and now was ignored by the same teens he called friends before. Ostracized by all peers, the boy fell into tears Bautista as he continued the rest of his day.
From afar, nerds watched as the former bully slinked away.
"Wow! Who knew videos could do that?" A geek named Nate asked. That soon got his friend, Mikey, to think of an idea.
"Hey, wait! Why haven't we been doing that!?" Mikey yelled in shock. It seemed to be the most obvious answer to everything. "We could get rid of the bullies if we video tape everything!"
"Cause everybody hates rats," one of the nerds replied. "While the jocks might back off, anyone could then use the Internet against us, making our lives even more miserable."
"Yeah, they won't hesitate to throw more garbage at us, and not just literally," another added. "Face it, the internet is a double-edge sword."
The clique sighed as they wallowed away. While they were glad the school was getting attention, it wasn't enough to bring complete attention to the bullies, who still walked around like they owned the place.
But that was the least of Amélie's concerns as she groaned into her locker with a dead frown.
"So, Amelee...wanna go out?"
This had been going on for a while now, but the question was coming out more frequently. Amélie had tuned it out initially, thinking the boy would get the picture. It happened before. However, she did not consider the stubbornness of the lead jock, who asked every day now as he stared at her chest then face, zigzagging between the two and his muscles.
And what's worse, he didn't care when he got her name wrong.
"How do I say this in English?" Amélie feigned innocence. "No."
Dash blinked but proceeded with his usual argument.
"But why!? I'm like the coolest guy around!" Dash argued back, still unable to use more extensive vocabulary.
Amélie rolled her eyes. She was no stranger to being asked out, but this was ridiculous. Even the boys back home weren't this dogged at times. Closing her locker, the girl walked away as the jock followed, repeating his question.
"Seriously! I'm the King of Casper High and your the hottest girl in school!" Dash exclaimed, flexing his muscles at the beginning and then cupping his chest at the end. "It's like the law or something."
"Maybe for you, but last I heard, I'm a foreign exchange student. I get to enjoy the culture not puke at it." Amélie pushed the boy out of the way, showing great upper body strength as she walked away. But her efforts were in vain as the jock ran in front of her, holding his arms out.
"Amelee, this is important! I'm the star quarterback! How many girls do you think I turn down for you?!" Dash exclaimed.
"Uh...possibly between zero and absolute zero." Amélie walked away as the jock was confused by the math, yelling in rage at how he couldn't understand French. Another display of his low intelligence made the girl cringe. She fastened her pace as she turned the corner to have some breathing room, specifically from Dash. And that would only last a few minutes at most.
Once the other boys saw the jock was gone, many would jump to hound the girl. Other jocks would lead the pack as they tried to think of something cool to say while the others stayed back, not saying a word to stay close and because most boys were too tongue-tied to speak. The French girl sighed with an eye roll as she continued down the hallway, taking each step with a straight back, looking like a model down the runway.
"Hey, Amélie," Jazz said with a wave, walking beside the girl. How are ya?"
Amélie smiled, happy to have someone to talk to that wouldn't ask her out. After the incident at the Halloween party, the elder Fenton stuck close by in concern. While none of the boys would attempt such an act in school, Jazz wouldn't let her friend be alone now that she heard the lines boys could cross.
"Bonjour, Jazz. I am...alright, as you could say." Amélie glanced behind her, indicating the boys with their tongues out.
Jazz glared at the group, not that it would do anything. She once thought about her parent's ghost hunting gear, but none of it would help save for the Fenton Peeler, but that was too drastic for idiots. Not to mention probably illegal. Besides, the girl knew her friend wouldn't want anything to do with the crowd of boys.
"Glad to hear. I hope the crowd isn't too much," Jazz said, pointing behind them. "So, how about after school, we hang out. My parents won't be around, so it'll be a safe day."
"I am curious, but why haven't I met your parents yet, Jazz?" Amélie asked, pondering how she only caught glimpses of the two chasing after ghosts. "They don't seem like bad people."
Jazz seethed softly and rubbed her arm as she came up with an answer. For a visitor like Amélie, the Fentons could be seen in a more obtuse perspective, to put it lightly.
"It's not that our parents are bad people...they just take some time to get used to," Jazz answered. Recalling the last time they were seen in school. "I got it alright, but with Danny...well..." the elder sister glanced at her brother chatting with his friends.
The trio looked at the girls and waved hello.
Amélie smiled warmly as she noticed Danny, remembering what he said on Halloween. It had been so long since she had gotten a compliment like that from a boy.
And her glance didn't go unnoticed.
As the two left, Danny, Tucker, and Sam went back to talking. Killing whatever leftover time was around before the next class, they couldn't help wondering about Amélie and what might have happened back at the party.
A topic they decided to discuss at lunch. Danny was shocked, to say the least, when he heard the details.
"I'm just glad nothing happened to her," Tucker added. "I mean, she's hot, but cutting up her costume? That's too far, even by high school standards."
"And now I wish I had arrived early. I mean, Paulina was one thing, but what was with the frat boy?" Danny buried his face in his hands. Life was coming with more complications, and he was starting to wonder what would happen next. "It's almost scary to think one of the jocks could almost do something like that. Whatever happened to just harassing someone for a date only to be turned down?"
The ghost boy groaned, taking a bite of his food. He forgot to pack a lunch and dealt with the slop known as cafeteria food. He had no idea what he was eating but didn't care. The ghost boy had missed breakfast and just wanted some fuel. The school does have edible food, considering how the lunch lady cooked it.
"While I question your last question, it is scary," Sam commented, glancing at Amélie, sitting with Paulina and Star. The popular Hispanic girl gave fake signals of happiness as the girls spoke. "Well, at least Paulina doesn't want anything like that happening to her, but I'm guessing that has more to do with her own agenda."
"You mean trying to stay more popular?" Tucker looked over to look, only to watch. It was uneventful, but to unpopular students like himself, it was one of the few times he could get a good look at Amélie at school.
Not that he had other meetings with the girl.
"Is she still on about Amélie stealing her spot?" Danny asked, taking a bite out of his food. "I thought she was done with that weeks ago."
"I think Paulina's just keeping up appearances after what happened at the Halloween party." Tucker pointed with his fork. "Imagine what would happen if that guy did cut up the costume, besides the various pictures we'd find online."
"If it all the same to you, I'd rather not." Danny got up with his empty tray. "In fact, I think I'll spend better time getting my stuff before any ghosts appear." His friends nodded in understanding and finished their food as the ghost boy put his tray away and walked out of the cafeteria.
Danny walked towards his locker when he felt a familiar hand grab him. The boy gasped with a yelp as he came face to face with Dash again. The number of times this happened was too many for him to care, but the jock seemed angrier.
"Alright, Fentoaski. Time for your daily beating." Dash said, slamming the ghost boy against the lockers before dragging him into a locker, slamming it shut.
"Seriously?! What is it now!? You failed yet another test?!" Danny cried out from within the confines of the steel box. He couldn't help being more annoyed than usual. "Here's an idea, why don't you try studying instead of beating kids up. Or practice football. You'd probably win a game for once."
"Shut up, Fenturd!" Dash's voice seemed venomous. The jock walked up to the closed locker and punched the door. "Now listen, cause I only need to say this once. You better watch what you say around Amelee. I don't care if she's friends with your sister! You better know your place."
Danny actually contemplated the jock's words as silence filled the air. The football player seemed serious for a moment, but that couldn't be the case. The jock had mentioned how he was supposed to live his glory days in high school, not doing anything to alter his future. There was no way he'd take anything in earnest.
So, Danny ignored it.
"Well now, glad to see things are still normal," Danny snarked within the locker. "Which means Dash still can't get a date with Amélie, and apparently can't get her name right."
After a few moments, the ghost boy phased through his prison while invisible, checking to see if anyone was nearby. "but Dash did seem angrier, so I better watch the halls, and my back. I just hope things don't get anymore complicated."
And with that, Danny walked to class, unaware of the future.
It was another Saturday morning, and Amélie got up bright and early. While most teens spent the weekend sleeping in, the French girl woke herself this early every time, wanting to do more than catch a few extra hours of sleep.
The French girl got out of her sleepwear and put on a pair of black running shorts and a purple tank top with grey running shoes. Looking out her door, the girl made sure no one saw her as she left the apartment complex she was staying at.
Walking out, she looked at the clean streets and local shops. Vlad had spared no expense when he showed her the place. The mayor smiled and said, "think of it as a gift. I know your father would appreciate it. Knowing his daughter was taken care of."
Amélie shrugged, not complaining how she had somewhere nice to sleep. Despite the fact she was sixteen, the girl could take care of herself with barely any help needed.
Putting on an earphone, the girl stretched before starting her morning run. Dashing down the streets, Amélie ran at a moderate pace. Her speed was more of a fast jog than a sprint or run. The girl was careful to check the streets before crossing roads, moving past empty streets, none of whom would see any business till hours later. Bakeries, shops, and facilities are all void of customers for the time. Hardly anyone was up, giving the girl a sense of isolation and privacy.
Through streets, intersections, and the park, Amélie would always run this route at this hour. It wasn't out of anything antisocial, but rather because of her movement. Despite wearing a sports bra, the girl's breast could not be adequately contained and bounced the entire time. Anyone who happened to see her would stare and then come back the next time she was here. Granted, that was only if they didn't say anything.
Amélie got enough gawking at school, so a little privacy was all she wanted.
For all the attention I get, I still have to maintain my figure. Amélie thought to herself. She stopped in the park, leaning against a tree as she went to a nearby water fountain. Leaning down, the girl pushed her breasts down to take a sip. Standing up, she glanced at her chest. If I don't, these will get too heavy. Most likely. When I get home, I better work on my back.
Jogging out of the park, Amélie made a dash near the last leg of the run. The streets started coming to life with the sound of cars and people. Some stared but went back to business, but boys drooled like dogs as a rare few caught a glimpse. Any that tried to chase after we outmatched by the girl's speed.
Only a few blocks away, the girl soon heard a sound, like a loud metal hum that sputtered in the wind. At first, she ignored it, thinking the worst would be some catcalls. But a strong gust made the girl's hair cover her face. She stopped and turned Frantically, unintentionally showing off her figure as she held her chest while moving her hair, looking around for anything unusual.
"Qui est là?!" Amélie cried out. "Who is there!?"
The only answer came from the silent wind. It sent a chill down the girl's spine as she slowly walked backward. A few steps and she calmed down, going back to her home.
"Maybe I shouldn't have eaten all that ice cream last night," Amélie said to herself. Maybe next time Phantom flavor had spare ice cream, she'd turn down the offer to take it. She already had more than enough at her place.
The girl continued her jog, not knowing that she wasn't the only one activity this early. Not that she saw Danny Phantom fighting another one of his enemies.
Danny was caught between Johnny 13's bike and shadow. The ghost boy was being rammed by the former while the latter held him in a one-armed headlock with its claws extended. The boy defended himself, blasting the talons with an ice ray.
"Gotta hand to ya, kid, you know how to keep things interesting," Johnny retorted, raising a fist, only for it to be held back by the ghost boy.
"And you need to learn how to keep things quiet, and not use me for anger management," Danny retorted with glowing, icy blue eyes. He shot optical beams of frost, freezing the biker in his place before grabbing the thermos and capturing the boy and his shadow.
Landing at a nearby street lamp, the ghost boy took the time to relax, wiping sweat off his forehead.
"That better be the last one today," the ghost boy groaned, huffing against the metal pole. While days like this weren't uncommon, paranormal activity like this was mostly seen at night, and the boy wanted a simple day.
Danny checked his watch, wondering if that was all today. He flew over to prepare himself, but his ghost sense went off as he reached the last two blocks. The blue wisp traveled to another street. The ghost boy groaned as he turned to see a giant cyclops face Giana ghost roaming the streets.
"One good thing about these early ghost fights, no one is on the streets. But...I'm gonna be late...again...I just know it."
Amélie had grown accustomed to Danny's tardiness in the groups. It was rarer that he made it on time, and any questions she had as to why were meant with a vague answer. At first, the girl thought it to be part of the American way of life but had doubts. The boy liked these meetings and not just to see her or her chest. But curiosity got the better of her as each time she asked about his reasons, everyone else would back the boy, agreeing with whatever excuse he had.
The French girl could swear the boy would talk about stopping the world's end, only to have everyone congratulate him. But there was nothing she could do, and she had to settle for now.
"Hey, Danny," Amélie started, putting down her English book. Today's homework was about Shakespeare, specifically his play Pericles. "I take it you were busy with...something again?"
"More like someone wouldn't stop bothering me," Danny groaned, pulling up a chair as he brought out his book. The ghost boy stared at the pages with half-lidded eyes, obviously not reading.
"Must have been exhausting, especially since you brought out your mathématiques book," Amélie commented, pointing at the boy. Tucker giggled as Sam shook her head, glaring at the techno-geek.
Danny smiled nervously as he exchanged his math book for his English text, something she found herself smiling at. THe boy's mistakes had a certain cuteness she hadn't considered before, but that was ignored out of not understanding why. She thought it was being around friends.
That fight with Johnny took more out of me than I thought. Danny thought to himself. Or that pack of ghost wolves after the lizard. Or it was the Box Ghost thinking it was a good idea to wake me up at six.
The ghost boy grinned, remembering how he spent the next hour "lecturing" the ghost on proper sleep and how important it is to teenagers and the ghosts who wake them up. It was unlikely the ghost pest learned anything through his ego, but calling the event cathartic was an understatement.
Amélie watched once again as things went by like usual. While she was grateful for the company, especially since hanging out with Danny and his friends was more fun than she thought, the ghost boy's excuses and sometimes unusual behavior made her curious.
After hitting the books, Amélie asked about watching a movie. Tucker brought out one of Sam's favorites, a film about teens investigating ghosts at a cemetery, getting a snack on the head when he tried to sit next to the French girl. Still, nobody, not even the exchange student herself, rejected the film.
Sam chuckled as she put the disc in the player, glancing at the teens on the couch.
"I should warn you, this one is said to traumatize the kids who snuck in to watch in theaters," Sam said, running to her set between Jazz and Tucker.
And the goth wasn't kidding when she meant how scary. One of the reasons this flick was her favorite was because it did scare her every time. The teens shook with fear as they held onto nearby items and their bladders.
Sam could be seen hugging one of the couch cushions as she watched with fear and excitement.
Tucker shielded himself with his PDA, hoping technology would protect him.
Jazz gripped her seat, watching the film because her eyes were shot open with fear.
Amélie took to a nearby chair, twisting it around as she peeked from above the back. In a moment of finding comfort, she peeked at Danny, sitting still, slowly taking a drink of water.
"Danny, how is it you are not scared?" Amélie asked, noticing how the ghost boy was the only one not shaking in fear.
"Huh?" Danny looked back, dumbstruck. He looked around as his friends and family blinked in surprise. "Oh...well, when you're from a family of ghost hunters, I guess you don't scare easily."
"But Jazz is scared." Amélie pointed to the elder sister.
The group tried thinking of an answer, stuttering in silence as the movie became background noise. While they assisted in fighting ghosts, Danny was the only one on the frontlines ninety percent of the time.
"Well, I have seen more ghost attacks than her...maybe I'm used to things." Danny laid back with his arms behind his head. His cool face couldn't lie as a scream from the movie scared the others.
Amélie couldn't help admiring the boy for being brave, but most of her wondered how many attacks the boy had been through. When ghosts came, everyone was involved. There was no way Jazz had not gone through as many scares as the boy, but she had only been here a few months. She'd think about it more if the movie hadn't scared her so much.
After hanging out, with extra time with Jazz going out into the town, the girl headed home to relax for bed. While she'd enjoy something of a nightlife back in Paris, the girl wanted to go to sleep for tomorrow. Maybe she'd head to the mall and scope out the cute clothes.
Putting on her nightwear, the girl got ready as she removed her makeup. But while she was admiring herself in the mirror, Amélie felt her consciousness falling asleep, as if she was passing out. This was shocking and scared the girl as she struggled to stay awake. But she then heard a voice in her head as she fought back.
Don't struggle. It'll all be over soon.
Filled with fear, Amélie pushed against the bathroom wall and fought for her independence all the way to her bedroom. Thinking quickly, the girl reached for her drawer, shuffling through the various items before she pulled out a Fenton belt and put it on.
A surge of energy sparked from the strap as a shriek was heard. The girl panted, now thoroughly awake, as she limped onto the floor like wet noodles. She stared at the ceiling, counting the times the fan circulated.
"What...was that?" Amélie asked, panting as she collected herself.
A dark spirit floated in the air from outside, glaring at the French girl. She underestimated the beautiful teen but silently vowed not to do so next time, with a plan in mind.
Looks like Amélie is going to have some more ghostly trouble. Wonder how Danny will react. But that's for the next chapter, which will come out in time. I hope you enjoy this and Happy Easter!
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