The Group Project From Hell
Word Count: 3396
For: @ghostgothgeek
Summary: Danny and Tucker get stuck working with someone that they really don't want to
My final contribution to Phic Phight during the time limit (and just barely at that)!
*throws confetti and then cries*
Anywho....
You can read the fic on AO3 or down below the cut as per usual!
âAlright class, I need you to break up into groups of three,â the teacher started and immediately the room broke into chaos as everyone started to gather up with their friends. Most could just share a look and nod or point to each other. Others decided they needed to push their desks together now. And a few had to cross the room because they had been separated for talking too much.
Danny and Tucker just reached out across the small aisle between them and held hands with each other without even needing to look. They would have reached for Sam too, but she didnât have this class with them.
Once most of the class had reached their favorite people, and a couple of larger groups had finished debating over how they would break up, the teacher spoke up again.
âIs anyone not in a group?â the teacher asked as they looked around the room for any stragglers.
One lone hand made itself known.
âAh, well letâs see,â the teacher pondered aloud as they scanned the room for the perfect place to put them.
It was then that Danny realized that his group was the only option. He slowly sunk into his seat and was torn between actually making himself and Tucker invisible or just letting this happen.
His only hope was that maybe the teacher would just not perceive them like usual.
He was not that lucky.
âAh, perfect!â the teacher said with a single clap, âWhy donât you join Mr. Fenton and Mr. Foley.â
Knowing there was no way out of it, Danny just huffed and tried not to glare at the unwanted addition to his team.
The odd man out looked between the two with a wince and turned back towards the teacher, âCanât I just work alone instead?â
The teacher rolled their eyes with a scoff, âThe project is too large for one person. Unless of course thereâs a problem?â
The way they asked sounded a lot more threatening than any of them liked, so they all just agreed to work together for fear of the consequences.
âExcellent! Now here is the rubric and letâs go over the project,â they said with a smile as if they hadnât just vaguely threatened their students into forced cooperation.
âSo,â Danny started crossing his arms with a frown as their third member slowly walked his desk over to join them, âwho are we working with?â
He sighed, knowing full well what he was referring to, âElliot.â
âYou sure it isnât, oh what was it?â Danny asked, pretending to remember the fake name the other boy had used.
âI believe it was Gregor,â Tucker supplied helpfully and with just as much annoyance in his voice that Danny felt. âFrom Hungry.â
Elliot threw his head back with a sigh, âI said I was sorry about that.â
âYeah, whatever.â Danny spat and redirected his anger at the rubric instead.
The project was way too big for one person. It seemed a little daunting for three.
Tucker, the organized blessing that he was, already started to break down the project into much more manageable pieces. âOkay, I think if we can decide on a topic today, share contact info and after-school schedules, we can have an easier time lining up any group meetups and get this thing done in no time.â
Danny smiled and pulled out his notebook and flipped open to a blank page, âokay hereâs my number and address and this is Tuckâs,â he finished and tore off the written section and handed it over and then slid his notebook over with his pencil, âyou can just write your info there.â
Just because the guy irritated him, didnât mean he couldnât be civil. Besides he was willing to give him another chance, he just had to get his annoyance out of the way first.
âI donât give my number out to just anyone,â Elliot said as he leaned back and refused to take the offering.
Danny just blinked.
Did he really just say that?
âDude how are we going to contact you outside of class?â Tucker asked, shocked by the blatant disrespect.
Danny was doing his very best not to let the anger bleed into his eyes.
âIâll text you if I need you,â he said as he snatched the note Danny wrote for him.
âOkay,â Danny said with as much restraint as possible as he slapped his hand on his notebook and slid it back onto his desk. âFine.â
Tucker flipped the page of their packet and skimmed the page, âSo, topics?â he said, clearly doing his best to just keep the ball rolling.
âI donât care.â Elliot shrugged and pulled his phone out pointedly not participating.
Danny turned in his chair so he only looked at Tucker, âWhat are our options?â
âIâm glad you asked,â Tucker responded, also locking eyes with Danny and joining him in aggressively ignoring Elliot.
Tucker then read through the list as if it was just the two of them. He shared the page and pointed out the topics that he liked or that he thought Danny would like. Once they had marked the ones they liked the best they looked back to Elliot to see if he had any opinions at all.
âI donât know if I really like any of those ones.â
âWhich ones didnât you like? The ones we pointed out or just the whole list?â Danny asked and if this guy said the whole list he was going to throw him out the window.
He shrugged, âI donât know, all of them?â
This boy better get ready to be defenestrated.
Ha, see he could use that word in his everyday life! It wasnât useless knowledge. Suck on that, Jazz!
Tucker had to forcibly push Danny back into his seat. âI know, buddy, I know.â
âWeâre on the first floor. Heâll be fine.â Danny said through clenched teeth.
Tucker turned to just stare at him, stopping his calming shoulder pats due to his confusion. âIâm still not a telepath Danny.â
âOh yeah.â sometimes he forgot that just because he was thinking it didnât mean that anyone else was. But so often it seemed like everyone else knew what he was thinking before he even said anything.
Luckily his friends were always gentle with the reminder. They didnât make him feel stupid or laugh at him when he did.
âI was just thinking how nice it would be to defenestrate him.â
Tucker snickered but shook his head all the same, âDude, no. You havenât gotten detention in like three weeks now, donât ruin your streak.â
âCome on!â
âNo! You would just get expelled or whatever.â he said, still chuckling at the idea of Danny yeeting that jerk with no hesitation, âTotally not worth it,â he reassured.
Danny huffed but relented all the same, âFine. I wonât.â he locked eyes with Elliot, âThis time.â
âAre you threatening me?â the blonde asked, finally reacting properly to his current situation.
âI donât know? Am I?â Danny retorted back sarcastically.
âGod, what did I ever do to you?â
âYou lied to my best friend.â
âI said sorry. Besides sheâs the only one who should be mad, and she forgave me already.â
âI know,â Danny mumbled.
And it was true. Sam had forgiven him. She said that sometimes people do silly things when they think theyâre in love. Or just in high school in general.
âAnd I was willing to give you a second chance but you rejected my peace offering, so screw you.â
âWhat peace offering? You glared daggers when the teacher forced us together.â
âAnd then I was trying to get past that, and then you were difficult and didnât just give your info. Itâs not like weâre ever going to contact you after this project is over? Heck, Iâll probably just delete your number the second weâre done!â
Elliot rolled his eyes, âOh my god you are so dramatic.â
âSays the guy who took that âworldâs a stageâ line a bit too literal.â
âWell I am a thespian,â he said with too much emphasis as he pressed a hand to his chest as he peacocked.
âTMI?â Danny had no idea what thespian meant and couldnât help but notice how it rhymed with lesbian. He was pretty sure the two words had nothing to do with each other, and even if they did it really didnât make any sense given what they had been talking about.
Elliotâs stupid vocabulary just made Danny annoyed all over again.
âIt means Iâm an actor.â Elliot deadpanned. âI mean honestly you throw around the word defenestrate like you know what it means.â he laughed to himself before giving Danny a condescending smirk, âDo you even know what it means?â
Danny felt his jaw tighten so much that his dentist was probably wincing, âDefenestrate. The act of throwing someone out a window.â He stood up to his full height and loomed over Elliot as best he could while the blonde was still sitting down, âWould you like me to use it in a sentence?â
âCode green!â Tucker shouted as he shot up out of his seat and pulled Danny down so they were both squatting behind their chairs, âYou need a minute?â
âYes,â Danny said resting his chin on his knees and doing his best to relax.
Despite that his parents seemed to think that all ghostâs emotions were fake, Danny had found that the more he had gotten used to his ghost side, the stronger he reacted to things. He never used to get so angry. Or to do so, so quickly.
Of course, his parents attributed his outbursts to teen hormones. He really wanted them to be right, but just knew that they werenât. One look at the crazed-up fruit loop pretty much blew that theory out of the water.
His fingers threaded their way into his hair as he tried to block out the bad thoughts and focus on the mantra Jazz had taught him when he finally admitted to having emotional control issues.
âI control my emotions. They donât control me. I control my emotions. They donât control me. I control my emotions. They donât control me. They donât control me. They donât control me.â
Danny took a breath and finally relaxed. This might not be ideal, but he was getting better at calming himself down again.
He stood up and took his seat. "Sorry about that."
Elliot scoffed as he scrolled on his phone.
"I'm sorry about earlier. You're right," he sighed, "I was being dramatic. I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you."
Elliot just stared at him for a bit. Blinked. Then shrugged and looked back at his phone, "Yeah, whatever freak. Let's just get this project over with."
Danny stopped listening. He was honestly surprised he got past the word. The word. Why did he have to call him the one thing that hurt the most?
Stupid heightened ghost emotions and stupid Elliot for poking at his insecurities. He took a breath and tried to focus on the conversation.
He pointed lazily at the packet on Tucker's desk, "We picked a topic already. Let's just divide up the-â
Before Elliot could finish his sentence Tucker interrupted, âStop.â he said in such a serious tone that both boys looked over at him.
âIâm going to need you to apologize to Danny, right now.â
Elliot scoffed and opened his mouth to say something, probably rude based on his expression, but Tucker just held up his finger.
âI wasnât done yet,â he said and Danny could almost taste the simmering anger that radiated off of Tucker like the heat waves that made mirages in the desert.
But why was he mad? Why? Did Danny do something wrong? Why did he always ruin everything he touched?
âHey, Iâm not mad at you,â Tucker reassured softly before returning his ire back on Elliot. âNow I know you donât know us very well, so Iâm willing to give you a warning. Danny is like a post-credits grinch. There are just certain things we donât do. Now, if you would kindly apologize for your rude remark we can get back to work.â
âWhat are you even talking about?â
âTucker, itâs fine,â Danny muttered because he really just wanted this whole day to be over already.
Tucker sighed before turning to look at Danny directly, âIs it?â
Danny couldnât meet his eye. Of course, it wasnât actually fine. He just didnât want to make it a big deal. Elliot clearly didnât do it on purpose so it was fine. He was fine.
If he told himself he was fine enough times maybe it would be true.
It was quiet for a few seconds before Tucker refocused on their project.
Danny did his best to contribute even though he was still feeling a little down. Elliot kept being the worst and only actively worked on anything when the teacher was looking.
Tucker wrote down a few things for them all to work on for the week and suggested they meet up in the library on Wednesday after school to go over what they had done up to that point.
Elliot gave a very lazy and barely committal agreement to be there before the bell rang and they were finally able to leave.
It wasnât until they were at Dannyâs locker, did it feel like he could breathe properly.
âYou sure youâre okay?â Tucker asked as he leaned against the locker next to Dannyâs so when he opened the door, heâd still be in view.
âYeah, Iâm fine.â
Tucker was quiet and Danny didnât need to see it to know he was making that face. The one where he knows Danny is lying and he should just come clean already.
âWhyâd you have to call me a Post-Credits Grinch?!â he whined and hated every second of it. âYou know I hate that movie!â
Tucker bit his lip as he tried not to laugh at Dannyâs reaction, âItâs just because youâve got a big heart? And itâs kind of like it grew three sizes recently, right?â he shrugged and added, âIt was either that or reference that one vine and say youâre sensitive. But I knew you wouldnât like that.â
âOh well, thanks for the save, Aubrey.â
Tucker snapped into double finger guns, âAnytime, D-man!â
Danny snorted and shoved his textbook into his locker a little harder than he meant to, âDonât,â he shook his head and couldnât hold back his laugh, âDonât ever do that again.â
âNot gonna happen.â Tucker playfully punched his shoulder, âBesides, it got you to laugh, didnât it?â
Danny rolled his eyes, but he did have a point. Tucker always knew how to make him feel better. More like himself.
Less like a freak.
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It was Wednesday. School had ended about ten minutes ago.
Tucker and Danny had come in about two to three minutes later than they had intended, thanks to the Box Ghost and the unfortunate delivery man that had crossed his path.
Tucker sent Elliot a text once they got there apologizing for being a few minutes late and asking where he had set up.
There was a slight delay before Elliot texted back. First to ask how Tucker had gotten his number, to which Tucker simply said âA magician never reveals his secrets.â
Then Elliot finally admitted that he wasnât at the library. He said he had something he needed to do first but he would be there soon.
Then it was radio silence.
Danny found a nice table in the back corner that was partially hidden behind the old reference textbooks. He liked it because it was secluded and quiet.
Tucker teased him and said he actually liked it because it was the darkest and spookiest corner.
Danny just blew a raspberry at him.
The pair got out everything they needed and took over the large wooden table. Each of them taking turns to go over their respective progress and discussing what they still needed to do.
It wasnât until the librarian came around told them that she needed to close up for the night, did they realize that Elliot never came.
âWhat are the odds he hasnât done anything yet?â Danny asked as he packed his things back into his backpack.
âHappy thoughts, Danny. Letâs just focus on our own work.â
Danny just nodded and made sure to securely zip his bag shut while also maintaining the structural integrity of it. It wouldnât do him any good if he broke the zipper.
Sure heâd still be able to get in if he needed to, thanks to his ghost powers, but it would have been because of his ghost powers that the bag was broken. Also, it would be hard to explain why, or how, he was still using a broken bag to those who didnât know his secret.
Which would be pretty much everyone.
âSo you wanna go to my place and continue? Momâs making lasagna tonight and itâll probably be ready by the time we get there!â he said as he fidgeted with excitement.
He did love Mrs. Foleyâs double meat lasagna. âYeah alright, I just gotta call home first.â
âYes!â Tucker fist pumped and sent a quick text to his mom.
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Danny didnât mean to fall asleep at Tuckerâs on a school night, he really didnât.
On one hand, they ended up getting a lot done on their project. He got to eat so much yummy food that never once had a chance at coming back to life and trying to eat him, which is his favorite quality in food. His second favorite quality is, being not poison.
Also, Tuckerâs house was always way warmer than his house ever was, and it was nice to just curl up in a pile of pillows and relax, because nothing in that house was designed specifically to kill him. It was a lovely little vacation.
The only downside was he hadnât packed any clothes so all he had to wear was what he had come in. And wearing the same outfit two days in a row in the middle of the week, wasnât exactly a good look.
Tucker was nice enough to offer his closet, which Danny happily accepted. Only Tucker had grown a few inches in the last year or so and was now taller than Danny. Also a little wider in the shoulders.
Good thing Danny liked to wear baggy clothes!
Of course, Dash made fun of him for his ill-fitting outfit almost immediately. It was like the guy had some sort of sixth sense that always picked up Danny no matter where he was.
When they got to their group project class, Tucker mentioned that they had gotten a lot done and if Elliot could type up what he had and send it to Tucker he could add it to the slide show they had started.
Elliot just shrugged and said heâd send it.
Tucker cleared his throat and added, âPlease do so before midnight on Friday.â then he texted him his email address so he had no excuse not to.
âYeah okay, whatever.â
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It was Saturday night. Danny was lounging on Tuckerâs bed while he waited for Tucker to come back from the bathroom.
The notification ding went off on Tuckerâs phone but Danny knew better than to touch the phone without Tuckerâs permission. That didnât stop him from floating over the phone a few inches and just looking at the screen while it was still lit.
Elliot had finally emailed his portion of the project.
Well wasnât that nice of him to do so at, Danny looked at the time and saw it was past ten.
Lovely.
It was even better when Tucker got to open the email and the file he sent was just a text file.
âWhy would you do that?â Tucker asked as he just stared at the icon, âIn what world is that necessary?â
They were both glued to the screen and held their breath as Tucker clicked download and opened the file.
It was the most barebones weak excuse of his share that he could have possibly given.
âWe arenât sleeping this weekend, are we?â Danny asked knowing full well what the answer was.
âI should have let you throw him out of the window when I had the chance.â

















