Danny Phantom

Chapter 2

Heather stood in front of Casper High, dreading having to walk through its doors. She always hated high school and she was tired of constantly being the new kid. It was a miracle that she had even made it to her sophomore year, often missing class whenever she got a tip or secret message. Sometimes her ghost sense went off and she was tough out of luck in escaping the never ending cycle. She gathered up the courage and walked into the hall. She made her way to the principal's office, who politely welcomed her and gave her the information she needed. She walked to her locker and started putting her stuff inside.

"Well hey there." A voice cooed. Heather looked up and noticed a tall blonde football player leaning on the locker next to her. His eyes glanced over her body and it made Heather uncomfortable. She was a small girl, standing at a height of 5.5. She weighed 100lbs and was rather toned due to the agency. She had grey and blue toned eyes, and was filled out quite a bit but it was proportional. He smirked at her, making her wince internally.

"My name is Dash, Dash Baxter. What's yours?"

"Uh, Scarlett." Heather responded, finding it difficult to remember her fake name. Thankfully her attitude towards him covered her mistake.

"Scarlett is a pretty name." He smirked again, flirtatiousness evident in his tone. "Pretty name for a pretty girl." He put his hand on her locker door and closed it, stopping her from her task. He leaned closer to her and Heather felt herself flush. She hated when people crossed her personal space bubble. 

"Leave her alone Dash." A female voice barked. Heather turned to see a girl with lavender eyes glaring at the jock. He scoffed.

"Or do what Manson? You're boyfriend Fen-turd isn't here to rescue you." He sneered, stepping towards her. The girl reached out and punched Dash in the face. He yelled out and stormed off, cursing at her under his breath. Heather studied the girl quickly before the conversation started. She had short raven hair and part of it was pulled into a high ponytail. She was thin like Heather and stood at a height of 5.6. She wore a black sleeveless crop top and a dark plaid skirt. Combat boots laced her feet and her eyeliner was heavy but stood out beautifully against her pale skin.

"I'm Sam." She said, extending her hand out. Heather shook it briefly. 

"Scarlett." She responded. "That was a nice punch."

"It's not hard to hit a bonehead like Dash. Don't worry about him, with us as your locker neighbors, dimwits like half-brained Baxter won't get you." Sam laughed.

"Us?" Heather asked, looking around.

"The other two aren't here, but Danny has the locker next to me and Tucker has the locker on the other side of you. They should be here any minute." Sam replied. As if on que, two boys walked over and stood next to Sam. One of them was 5.9, and wore glasses alongside a red beret. He was darker skinned and his clothes were not what Heather expected. He wore a yellow long sleeved shirt and cargo pants. His boots were brown and rather clunky. In his hand was a PDA and he was glued to it. The other boy was pale with spiky raven hair. He was easily 5.11 and was semi-toned. He wore a simple white shirt and blue jeans with sneakers on his feet. He had piercingly icy blue eyes and there was a familiarity to him that Heather couldn't place. He looked at her curiously, attempting to hind the small blush that rose on his cheeks.

"Tucker, Danny, this is Scarlett." Sam introduced. Tucker gave her an enthusiastic wave of hello, while Danny looked to his feet briefly before saying hi. Sam rolled her eyes at the two idiots she called best friends, hopeless at how they fawned over beautiful women.

"Hi" Heather replied, skeptically looking over Danny once again. Something about him didn't fit right with her but she couldn't figure out what it was.