Danny's been having one hell of a bad day. His innonce was saved by no other than Dash. Now Dash is his new bodygaurd at school. What happens when this bizzards friendship turns into something more...
First, he had to fight Stalker again for the fifth time in a row that month. It was almost as like he wa stalking him, and not the hunting kind of stalking either. Next it was raining, and thanks to his wounds from the battle, he had to limp to school in the rain. And he was late, so Lancer gave him detention. That was the third one this week! He was really starting to think, that Lancer hated kids. And Sam and Tucker couldn't stay after school, cause Tuck had a convention to go to, and Sam was grounded. So he was stuck to fend for himself.
Now he was out of detention, and at his locker. No one was in the hallway. Except for three people. Himself, Dash, and one of Dash's buddy, Brad Atllins. They had detention too, so they were just about to leave as well.
Brad was tall, almost as muscular as Dash, with spring green eyes and close cut mousy brown hair. He was cocky, not all that brainy and the most wanted man in Casper High; next to Dash. But they had one favorite pass time in common: Humiliating and bullying one Daniel Fenton.
So it was no surprise to Danny, who was getting his bag out of his locker, that a shadow loomed over him. He didn't have to look up to know who it was.
"Hey Fenton." Brad said, leaning on the locker next to the raven haired boy coolly. Danny didn't even glance at him. "I said 'hey' Fenton."
Danny still didn't look up, as he shoved a book in his locker. He shifted slightly, when the brunet came closer.
"What? Are you too cool, to even say hello to me, now?" He smirked at the boys visible uncomfort. He just loved to play with little Danny.
Against all his better judgement, Danny decided that this would go by more smoothly, if he just gave Brad what he wanted. So he silently let out of deep breath and turned ice blue eyes at him.
"Hello, Brad," Danny said through gritted teeth. "How are you today?"
"Like I'd tell you, Fentina." Brad snorted.
Danny rolled his eyes and turned them back to his task. Of course, what cool person would tell him anything? He was one of the few who were almost at the bottom of the popularity chain. Why talk to him?
He closed his locker and was about to leave, when a hand grabbed his forearm. Danny sighed and turned to look back at Brad.
"Look, if you want me to do your homework fine. You don't have to-"
"I'm not here for that, Fenton." Brad growled.
He pushed Danny into the lockers, hands on either side. So this was it. Danny always knew he would die in the hands of one of these meat heads. Personally, his money was on Dash. But he shocked, when on hand grasp his neck, and the other was laying flat on his stomach. His eyes widened.
"I'm certainly, not here for that," Brad said again in a whisper. "Did you really think, that I would make you do something so little, as to do my homework? Hehehe, oh Danny, your such a naïve little person."
"Naïve? Thats a mighty big word you just used there, Brad. Looks like someone was paying attention in class."
Danny head was sent flying, as he was backhanded.
"Always gotta be the smart ass, huh Fenton? That won't save you. I'll fuck ya to oblivion."
Even though Danny was fearing that the brunets words were true, he put on a brave face. He even emitted a nervous chuckle. "Alright Brad, very funny. Now let go of me, before someone catches us."
Danny went to move out of Brads grips, only to fell those hands tighten their hold. He looked up into Brads green eyes with confusion. Brad only grinned.
"Did you really think," he position his hips over the raven haired teens, so he could feel his growing desire. "that I wasn't serious?"
Danny eyes were about ready to bulge out of their sockets. Why didn't he see this coming? Brad would never come anywhere near Danny, unless Dash was there.
Dash...Maybe he could help him. I mean sure he hated Danny's guts, but he didn't hate him enough to be raped, right?
He was about to call out for help, but Brad silenced him quickly with a kiss. He groaned, not wanting to have this young man kiss him. He tried to push him away, but the other was stronger then he was and easily pushed his feeble hands away.
When Brad pulled away, they were both a little winded. He went for another, but Danny twisted his head away. He turned his head left and right, till his attacker had had enough, and grasped his chin. So he tried to keep his lips lock shut as Brad kissed him again. But his attacker wasn't having that.
He pressed their lips harder together, till they their lips were both bruised. But still Danny held. So Brad pinched his nose, and went for another kiss. He tried. Lord knows he tried not to breath. He couldn't go ghost, because his wounds were starting to open and they hurt. Not to mention that he was exhausted.
When his face was staring to turn purple, he gasped as he gulped down as much air as he could. Brad took that to his full advantage. He thrusts his tongue into that sweet mouth. His teeth were shredding poor Danny's lips, as he continued to abuse them. He moved the hand that was on the Danny's stomach away, to fiddle with the raven haired boys pants.
Danny took Brads tongue in between his teeth, and bit it. Brad screamed in pain as he reared his head away. He put a hand to his mouth, pulling it away to reveal blood. His turned bright red.
"You little bitch!" He screamed, as he punch Danny's stomach. "Your going pay for that!"
Brad sent another punch, this time it hit the raven haired boys temple. Danny fell to the ground and the punches stopped. Only to be replaced by harsh kicks. This continued for a few moments. Danny stopped screaming ten minutes of the kicking. It hurt to much to scream now.
Suddenly Brad stopped kicking. He grabbed a fist full of Danny's hair, and pulled him up so they were looking into each others eyes. Danny hated what he saw.
Lust, desire and some sick kind of pleasure, emitted from those green orbs, and Danny hated that he looked so weak in their reflection. Did he really look like that? Beaten and about to be rape by this punk?
"Now are you going to behave?" Brad asked.
"Go to hell." Danny spat.
He was back handled again.
"Let me ask that agian."
"I would rather have Dash here, rapping me, instead of you. You disgust me."
"Oh, Danny. Flattery will get you everywhere." Brad smirked. He cupped Danny's cheek, which was now black and blue. "You are a live wire, aren't ya? I guess that's why you caught my eye. I like them wild. Their so much more fun."
Danny spat in his eye, earning him a punch in the gut. His face showed his pain, but he wouldn't voice it. He wasn't going to give him the pleasure.
"Honestly Fenton, do you really think you could take me on? Your just a wimp. A pussy who's only purpose, is to get the jocks off, in more ways then one."
Brad kissed him agian, and Danny could only groaned in protest. He was hurting so much, he needed to get to a hospital. Or home. Which ever came first.
Brad broke the kiss, licking Danny's lips.
"Now what do you say? I promise, I'll be a little bit more nicer. Maybe, I'll even be tender when we do it."
"Brad? Yo man, you still here?"
"Over here Dasher." Brad called back, though his eyes were on Danny. His lips held a smile, that stayed even when Dash came behind him.
Dash stopped in his tracks at the scene before him. Brad was over a poor looking Danny Fenton. His face was black and blue, his lips swollen and red. His clothes were dissolved and his hair a mess. Bruises littering every visible and probably invisible spot there was.
"Dude, whats all this?" Dash asked. He noticed that his friends lip was bleeding.
"Oh, nothing. Just trying to get this bitch to behave." Brad shrugged his broad shoulders. "You know how it is."
"No. No, I...I don't." Dash admitted truthfully. He was still a little shocked at how Fenton look.
The boy was tough. Hard-headed with a smart mouth. Seeing him like this, it made him feel a little disgusted.
"Really? Well, it doesn't matter. This bitch is going to behave. Right, Danny?"
"Like I said before: go to hell."
Brad tsked him before slapping him across the face harshly. Danny fell on the floor. Stalkers wounds had opened up, and he was staring to bleed. Brad chuckled.
"Hard-headed bitch, aren't ya?" Brad laughed.
Dash grabbed his shoulder and shook him. "Leave him alone, Brad."
"What was that, Baxter?" Brad looked up to his friend, who was looking at the boy on the ground.
"I said leave him alone."
"Are you kidding?!" Brad yelled. "Do you know how long, I was waiting to find this bitch alone? Do you really think, I'd give up a moment like this? No way man!"
He glared at Dash. "Maybe you want him? I told you my fantasies all the time. Want to live out one of your own on him, Baxter?"
"That's not it. Now leave Fenton alone." Dash commanded.
No one said no to Dash, when they saw that he was serious about something. And he was being very serious about this. He might not be friends with Fenton, but he didn't want this kind of thing to fall on him, or anybody.
Brad got up, and push Dash away. "You don't scare me, Baxter. What cha gonna do?"
"I'll tell ya, what am gonna do," Dash grabbed a hold of Brad's meaty neck and shoved him into a locker. "I'm gonna kick your ass, that's what."
"Now, be cool man. Just be cool." Brad choked out, as he tried to push Dash's hand away. He was afraid that Dash would kill him. Dash just looked at him in disgust, before dropping him. Brad fell on the ground, gulping down air. He rubbed his bruising neck, as he looked up at Dash, who crack his knuckles.
"Don't ever, come near Fenton agian. And if I see you anywhere near him, consider yout self a dead man, understand?"
"P-perfectly," Brad choked out.
Brad didn't need to be told twice. He got up and ran off. The doors made a clicking sound, signaling that they had closed. Dash looked at the direction Brad had fled, before looking over at Fenton, who was trying to steady himself.
"Here," He held out his huge hand, which Danny took. He noticed that Danny's hand was smaller then his own. Almost feminine.
"Thanks," Danny forced out, before hissing in pain.
His stomach hurt so much. Good thing he didn't eat during lunch, or else he would have brought it back up. Dash looked a him unsure.
"Do you...do you need a ride home? Or the hospital?" He asked. The kid looked like he wouldn't make it out of the school.
"No. I would probably soil your passenger seat." Danny said bitterly.
He started limping to the door, but stopped when pain shot from his stomach. He knees buckled, but Dash caught him before he fell.
"Yeah, to the hospital it is." Dash said in a tone that made it finale.
Danny only sighed as he was helped escorted out of the school. He was too tired to fight with the jock. He just wanted to tend his wounds, and sleep this nightmare off.
Once outside, Dash helped him in his blue sedan. He had put plastic covering over the seats, so it was no problem. He got in the drivers seat and drove off. During the car ride there, Danny had layed his head on Dash's broad shoulder. Dash didn't push away, so Danny fell asleep on the car ride to the hospital.
He dreamt of revenge. He was a peace for a few moments, till a broad hand shook him. Danny opened one tired looking blue eye, to see Dash looking at him. He had a frightened look on his face and his skin was terribly pale.
"Fenton, whats going on? Why are you sinking down from the passenger seat? And why are you invisible!"
Thus ends the worst day, of Danny Fenton's life.