Insomnia (Lucidity)

"Shakespere's greatest works include household names like Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, and most importantly for the rest of your semester-" Danny watches idly from the very comfortable position of, well he's got his head completely laid down on the cool linoleum of his desk, as Mr. Lancer paces across the length of the classroom, a small bound book in his hand.

"A Midsummer's Night Dream." He holds up the book to the rest of the class, multi-colored sticky notes threatening to expel from the sides as he does so, and levels the group of uninspired teenagers with a stern look.

"As I have mentioned earlier in the year to you all, Shakespeare's module is my favorite to teach, and while I understand your classwork has started to increase as much as the weather's gone down, I ask that everyone here takes the time to..." With a sigh, Danny lets his head fall further forward, giving up on paying attention to the lecture in favor of letting his eyes droop close.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, really it's a sparknotes staple, so there's no harm in letting whatever Lancer's saying go through one ear and out the other, and he's hardly the only one.

The rest of the room is being less than attentive from the mutterings coming from around him, even Sam and Tucker are whispering back and forth to each other about something.

Not that he knows what exactly, Danny's been moved to the other side of the room from where he would normally sit with them next to the window. It's the unfortunate consequence of earlier in the week, really he couldn't even remember what Lancer found so offensive about the notes they had been passing at this point, he could barely remember who threw him through the bleachers yesterday.

Just a little shut eye, no harm in it, after all the last three days have been non stop running ragged after the events of Halloween. Speaking of, while it wasn't nearly as hectic as the year prior, the night consisted of little but bouncing between throwing ghosts back to the ghost zone and covering up the fact he was throwing ghosts back into the ghost zone.

Danny doesn't think his eyes even fully close before he's suddenly being violently reintroduced to reality via his chair being jerked out from under him.

"Wow Fen-Tina! I didn't realize you were into method acting!" Speaking of jerks. Danny spins his head around to level a glare at Dash, who of course has to be the one sitting behind him now.

The quarterback's pulled his own desk directly behind Danny's desk, mostly as a way to torment him both in proximity and for ease of access to torment him even more. Today he's actually pulled said desk back a little further so he could drag Danny's chair farther.

"Oh fuck off Dash-" Danny bites out the words a little louder than wanted, something he'll blame on the mounting headache that comes from interacting with Dash, and cringes as from the front Mr. Lancer's voice calls out.

"Gentlemen, if we're so excited about the material I'll be glad to start you both off by reading out loud our play of choice!" Dash snorts behind him and Danny has to physically hold himself back from just slamming his head into the desk to call it a day.

Then again, it's almost more likely for him to crack the surface in two than to actually succeed in knocking himself out.

"... Mr Fenton?" Shit, Mr. Lancer's looking at him very expectantly at the moment, and he suddenly feels that he might have missed something.

"Uh- what?" The class snickers around him, and Danny fights the blush from rising in his cheeks. Lancer gives him a heavy sigh for his troubles.

"The reading, Mr Fenton, you will start as Theseus."

"But I don't-" looking back down at his previously empty desk, Danny feels a lump drop to his stomach at the sight of a packet sitting before him. When did that happen?