Walking begrudgingly down the hall towards his last class, Danny sat down in his assigned seat at the back. A plastic wrapper flew by him. Another hit him in the back of the head. “Not today Baxter.”, Danny said, in a tone Dash couldn’t quite place. He decided it was best he stopped.
Mr. Lancer taught class, as the clock slowly ticked on. Danny was the first one to sling himself out his seat once the bell rang. “Mr. Baxter, Mr. Fenton, I’ll need to see you two for a moment.
The weight of guilt and embarrassment washed over Dash. Visibly shaking, he took a seat beside Danny at the front the class. Mr. Lancaster lay papers before them. A big red F was printed on both.
“You two are better than this I know. You want to still be on the football team, yes?” , he said looking straight into Dash’s soul. He nodded hastily in agreement . Danny’s face deadpan, he looked straight ahead. “And you Mr. Fenton. You seemed like you knew what I was talking about earlier, and yet you barely managed to write your name down, let alone get the first answer. You’ll need a tutor. “ A scowl crossed Danny’s face as he looked down and face planted onto the desk, arms over his face.
“You did this to yourself, but you’ll be able to fix it with help from Mr. Baxter.” Both Dash and Danny shot each other a look. Mr. Lancer gave each of them another paper, and let them be on their way.
Danny slung his backpack around his shoulder and was steady pacing away when Dash came running up beside him. Looking at the floor he said, “ I guess we’ll have to work together on this, you’re smart right Fenton?” “Sure ”, Danny sighed.
Later that night Dash called some friends and Danny over to help him study. Quan was the first to show up. They high-fived each other . “What’s up bro?” “Got this paper I’m supposed to do with Fenturd, so I can continue to play football.”
Thinking about skipping out on studying, Danny balanced himself halfway out his window, changing his form. He sent Dash a text , and slipped off into the night.
Intangible, Danny looked into Dash’s living room window. It was so typical of him to have dumbbells and a weight set in the living room, right beside the pool table. Disgusted with what he was about to do, he rang the doorbell.
Dash answered, stunned to find Fenton at his doorway. Dash walked away, leaving the door ajar. “Yea, sure I’d love to come in”, Fenton said sarcastically as he came in and closed the door.
He followed Dash up a couple flights of stairs, and into his room. “ You think a guy could get something to drink?” Dash pointed towards a mini fridge in his room, and Danny grabbed one for Dash and himself.
“Thanks,”, Dash said as he handed it to him. His face, forcing a smile. Dash pulled out the notes from class after rummaging through a bunch next to his computer.
“So you know anything about this, dweeb. I mean Fenton.”, Dash said wearily. Danny looked at him, and a bit of anger must’ve been seeping through his skin, because the best thing he knew, Dash took a few steps back from him. Crunching his other fist up, Danny pulled his own notes out and the last thing he remembered was them beginning to study.
Danny blacked out. When he awoke, he was sprawled out on top of Dash. Dash’s face amuck with terror, red and black and blue on the side, where he has pummeled him.
He thought for a moment. He thought how this could’ve happened. He wasn’t as calm as possible, but he could manage his anger well he thought.
He carefully got up and took a few steps back. A red liquid dropped off his face and onto the floor just beneath him. He looked over at the mirror on Dash’s wall. A monster , covered in blood stared back at him. He didn’t know why, but he felt victorious, and couldn’t stop smiling.
