Danny Phantom - Phantom's Gay?|Pitch Pearl

Part Thr33

"You're welcome." Fenton grinned as he gave a mock salute, which Phantom returned before flying off to take out the trash.

"Well that was fun." The dark haired male said as he watched the green eyed ghost phase through the wall.

"Danny!"

'Oh shit. Here it comes.' Fenton turned to the goth girl that was now approaching him.

"Lancer sent me to get you and I heard a crash. Did something happen?" Sam asked worriedly, violet eyes filled with concern.

"Just got cornered by Skulker. No big deal." Fenton shrugged. Sam narrowed her eyes at him.

"Come on." She grabbed her best friend's wrist. "You're already late as it is."

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Fenton said indignantly as the goth began to drag him down the hallway.

-Time_Skip-

"Well, well." Mr Lancer's drawling voice spoke with irritation rather than anger; he wasn't even surprised with Danny's lateness any more. "Mr Fenton - how nice of you to join us."

Sam gave the overweight teacher a cold look, which he ignored, eyes locked onto the standing male teen.

"Do you have any excuse as to *why* you are twenty minutes late to my class?"

Fenton drew a sharp breath. "There was a ghost attack in the hall. I got distracted trying to help some girls out of the firing range." He closed his eyes, waiting.

"Very well, Mr Fenton." Fenton's blue eyes snapped open at his teacher's voice. "Sit down."

Mr Lancer's tone was unreadable, and Fenton was not sure whether to take it as a good thing or a bad thing. He then addressed the whole class.

"Please turn to page three-hundred-and-ninety-four (S. Snape - HP and the PoA, RIP) and read silently until you reach chapter twelve."

The sounds of paper rustling filled the room as everyone began to skim through their copies of (insert whatever book you want here, 'cuz Author-Chan is a lazy bitch) in search for page three-hundred-and-ninety-four. Fenton stole a quick glance at the bald educator. He was typing something on his computer, the keys quietly clacking as he did so.

'Probably setting me a detention.' Fenton thought to himself bitterly. He directed his attention back to his book and began to read the required passage.

-Time_Skip-

BRRING! BRRING!

"Mr Fenton."

Fenton paused mid-action, which happened to be him putting his English textbook into his purple backpack. He looked up at the bald English teacher.

"Yes, Mr Lancer?"

Sam and Tucker sent the blue-eyed boy a worried expression, from the doorway.

"Head on to your next lessons, Mr Foley, Miss Manson." Mr Lancer gave the two a suspicious stare. "I'm sure Mr Fenton doesn't need you to assist him to his next class."

The goth and the techno geek looked at Fenton in sympathy, but began to make their ways to their next classes.

Fenton edged towards Mr Lancer's desk.

"I emailed security and they send me the camera footage of the second floor corridor." Lancer said. Fenton nodded.

"And...?" The teen asked, slightly worried.

"What you did was quite impressive, Mr Fenton. Idiotic as it was, it was also very brave of you, so I'll let the detention slide this time." The english teacher smiled at the boy while handing him a note.