DP: Embarressed

God, kill me now, where I stand.

Please. Anything...a ghost attack, a lightning bolt, Lancer, ANYTHING.

Instead, I'm staring point blank at Dash Baxter, who looks like he's gonna pound me into the hallway floor.

I wish he would. That I know how to deal with. I'm no good at this sort of thing! Surely he doesn't expect me to answer him straight away.

"Well?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. I blush and turn away, deciding to ask my locker instead of him.

"Why me?"

"Because." Ah. Because thats a nice, smart answer from the jock who's wailed on me more times than every ghost in Amity Park, isnt it.

"I...I mean, you're the star quarterback. You've picked on me since I was ten, Dash. How can I think anything of you BUT my bully?"

"It...I dont know!! God Fenton, dont you ever act on impulse?"

I whirl around. "Is that what this is!? An impulse? What happens when it dies out, we go back to the bully/nerd routine!?"

Dash looks to the ground. "You could give it a shot. Maybe it'll work."

I glare at the lockers. "Are you always optimistic?"

"Are you always pessimistic?"

I hold up three fingers, hoping to god I dont regret my next words. "Three weeks. We can give it a shot."

Dash grins, and leaps forwards. Out of habit, I feel myself bracing for an attack, but Dash catches me by the waist, and I'm pressed against his body, unable to move.

"You dont know how happy I am right now, Fen-Danny."

I close my eyes, and feel myself sag. "I hope it's good, Dash."

A loud noise escapes from somewhere, and both Dash and I break apart.

It's only when we stare at the entire school, making their way back through the halls to class, that I hang my head.

"Damn."

"I...er....guess I should have picked a better place to ask you out, huh?"

I raise my head to glare at Dash. "Ya think??"

Dash shrugs, his smirk unnerving me. "We might as well give them something worth watching."

He reaches out, and twists his fist into my t-shirt. I grab his arm, worry shooting through me.

"Dash-"

He picks me up easily off the floor, slamming me back into the lockers. I open my mouth to breathe, and he slams into me, his mouth crushing against mine.

It's not like any of the girls who kissed me. It's rough, demanding. Dominant.

And I'm happy enough to submit, my hands bracing on Dash's shoulders as he keeps me up against the metal wall of lockers.

I'm dropped all too suddenly, Dash blinking at me in something akin to shock.

I blink up at him through white, confused. "What..."

"You....er......"

I turn to blink at the other schoolmates, wearing matching looks of shock and disgust. "Okay. Why is Mr. Articulate here so shocked?"

"Danny...your shirt....."

I blink at Dash's confusion, and look down. "What about my- ACK!!"

Black HAZMAT suit. White gloves.

I tilt my head back. "Well, more than one secret is out."

I lean forwards, and grab Dash's fist. "Let's get out of here."

I fly us out of the school, and towards the park, and set Dash down on a nice, wooded spot. I change back, and close my eyes.

"Okay, so half the town knows I'm Danny Phantom now. That's....that's..."

"Not good?"

"What do you think!?" I cry out, my fingers knotting into fists. "I'm going to get hunted down for sure, the Guys in White, my parents, Vlad-"

"Danny, cool down!!" Dash pulls a phone out of his pocket. "I can...I can take care of this."

I rub at myeyes, and Dash walks over to me, pulling my head to rest against his shoulder. "Hey Kwan, I guess you saw what happened between me and Danny in the hall, right? Good. I need you to do something for me."

"Everyone forgets he's Phantom. Or the football team will have a few new practise dummies. Got it? Good. Spread the word."

I phase through Dash, and float towards a nearby bench.

"So?" I ask him. He clicks the phone off and comes to sit next to me.

"So.Its a nice day, we ditched school...I say we get some ice cream now we're dating."

I raise an eyebrow. "You...don't care?"

"I'm confused, but meh. It'll make great pillow talk."

"WHAT!?"

"You'll be stopping at mine tonight, I think. We need to keep you away from your parents, right?"

I swallow. "I...I guess this wont be as bad as I was thinking it would be."

Dash leans forwards. "At least I know my kiss is good enough to turn you ghost."

I blush, and stare at the white light going over my head. "Great. I get hit on, I change into a ghost. Evil Puberty."

Dash laughs, and grabs my hand. "C'mon, Phantom. Ice cream."