School Boy Crush

little help

The first week of school was over all okay for Danny. He got used to his schedule and planned out his day so he could spend some time with his friends whenever he could. Luckily, he had five free periods, one of them landed on Mondays so he could go home early. Things had gotten better for him since his first year at Casper High. He wasn't bullied anymore, thankfully. Dash and his group of friends lay off of Danny when he hit sixteen and became an attractive young man to even the popular girls. Fighting ghosts really worked to his benefit. Not to mention a change of wardrobe. Too bad girls weren't his preference, something he learned thanks to his lovely friend Sam. Other than that, the only thing suffering were his grades. He was doing better for the most part, getting in a few B's and one A, but his grades mostly centered around C's, which was a significant improvement. The ghost fighting took a lot of his time away from studying.

Which is why he knew he was screwed for his business class with Vlad Masters. Mr. Masters was relentless. He gave long assignments and wasn't afraid to put students on the spot. His favorite person to pick on was Danny. Danny got by once in a while when Tucker would discreetly whisper the answer to him but he was only able to so often. When he handed in his first assignment, he was given a D-. Mr. Masters had scowled disappointedly at him. Danny sighed and buried his face in his arm, dreading the bell ringing to indicate the start of his business class. He wanted nothing more than to cut but thought better of it. He knew Mr. Masters would fail him in a heartbeat.

Tucker turned around in his seat and faced his best friend, a sympathetic frown on his face. Danny glanced up at him and sighed. "I'm thinking of dropping this class, Tuck." Danny said sadly. "I can't afford to fail. I don't want to spend the summer before college in summer school."

"I don't know if you can drop it. The only way you could is if there is another opening in any other class that can work in your schedule."

"I can try..."

"Look, dude, how about I help you after class?"

"Really?" Danny looked up hopefully.

Tucker nodded, smiling encouragingly at his friend. "Yeah, Sam's good at this class too. She has it in the afternoons and gets the same assignments. She wouldn't mind helping."

Danny considered the offer, then smiled. He didn't know where he'd be if it weren't for his two best friends. "Alright. Thanks."

"No problem."

The bell went off and Mr. Masters walked in. Danny tried to make himself look as small as possible. Unfortunately, Mr. Masters wasn't having it and made it a point to call Danny out several times. This only infuriated the young man. What the hell was Mr. Masters' problem with him? He picked on Danny the most for no apparent reason. Well, maybe the one-on-one he had on the first day of school hadn't been ideal but still! It didn't merit the teacher being so harsh on him and constantly put Danny on the spot. When the bell went off, Danny and Tucker quickly gathered their things and tried to rush out the door. It was Friday, so Danny was eager for his two days off to relax and catch up on everything.

"Mr. Fenton, stay behind." Mr. Masters' voice called before Danny could reach the door. Groaning, Danny told Tucker he'd see him at lunch and grouchily made his way towards Mr. Masters. When the last student left, the silver haired man walked to the door and shut it. He calmly approached his seat. Danny glared at the man, not hiding his irritation.

"Yes, Mr. Masters? I have a class I need to go to right now." Danny snapped, wanting to get out of the room.

"I'll give you a pass." The older man responded dismissively, sitting down and interlacing his fingers together on top of the desk. "Mr. Fenton, this is only the first week of class and we've barely started on the hard subjects that we will be going through in the next few weeks and you are already showing poor performance."