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The hall that morning was crowded and slow moving. It was a Monday and just about every student there was dreading the first class of the week. Beside Dash, Kwan yawned as he looked over his English homework due first period. The blond rolled his eyes and scanned the hall for the one bit of extracurricular activity he could get in to really wake him up: Hitting Fenton.

For a moment, the puny freshman was lost to the sea of heads, he was a short loser, easy to loose track of if you didn't know how to look for him. The youngest of the family of weirdos had a knack for becoming invisible in crowds, it pissed Dash off to no end when he chased after him into a rush of student in between classes or in lunch. The little bastard was so insignificant he blended right in with the masses.

Suddenly, a dark, stationary spot at the end of the hall. Dash's smirk was absolutely wicked as he narrowed dark blue eyes on the mop of perpetually messy hair by some lockers. He elbowed Kwan to get his attention, when his Asian friend peered up at him curiously the blond pointed in the direction of the weirdo secret trio. More specifically, their little leader: Danny Fenton. He was standing between the goth chick and techno geek with his back to the football players as he opened his locker. Completely oblivious.

Kwan looked from the trio to Dash before sighing, Dash didn't really get Kwan's dislike of picking on the weaker batch of losers...Or picking on anyone for that matter. He was strange like that. None the less, Dash picked up his pace, thinking what he should do to warm up today, throw him to the ground? Punch him a few times until there are tears in his eyes? Maybe tie him up to one of the stalls in the girls restroom again? Fenton's face had been red for weeks with the constant, giggles he received from several of the female students.

Dash licked his lips in anticipation, Fenton's wide eyes already popping up into him mind. A gleeful bubbled tickled his stomach at the thought of hearing him cry out, or blush in humiliation...

Goth chick noticed him first. Her indifferent expression quickly formed a deep scowl as she opened her mouth. She must have said something too soft for him to hear, however, Fenton perked up. He turned, eyes clashed with his before he gave Dash that deer-caught-in-the-headlights look. He really liked that look. With his pitch black hair framing and curling out in maybe the only way he would ever have that 'just had sex' look. It was the way his pale, almost ghostly skin broke out into a nervous flush and he bit his plump bottom lip that always looked like it was swollen. Dash could what Fenton make those faces all day long.

He stomped closer, some people were watching him approach. People liked it when he beat on Fenton. Not as much as he did, but they seemed to get the same pleasure from it as he, probably not though...

Because Dash really, really liked to make Fenton hurt.

Dash's smirk grew when the tiny fourteen year old took a step back.

Dash reached out.

And then, someones foot stretched out, Dash didn't notice until it was too late. He tripped. Dark eyes widened at the suddenness of it all and yelped. He reached out his hands to grab hold of something just as the stupid loser stumbled back into his friends where they caught him by the arms before he fell. His hand, reflexively closed his hand over whatever was in his grasp.

Kwan bit his bottom lip. Danny let out a startled, high pitched cry. Sam and Tucker winced in sympathy for their friend as they held up their toppled over friend.

Dash fell with an audible 'thump'. He blinked a few times and furrowed his brow when one arm was still elivated into something. There was silence in the hall.

He could hear the snap of a camera phone for some reason.

And then a tiny embarrassed mewling sound came from over him. It was garbled and sounded stuck in someones throat. Dash scowled and turned his attention up to find out where the sound came from.

Danny stared back down at him, wide eyed and cheeks flushing the brightest shade of red he had ever seen. They stared at each other, before Danny's wavered to another spot, Dash followed.

He heard Kwan snort something in the background but paid no mind to it as he focused solely on where his hand had fallen. Right between the unbalanced Danny's legs...Cupping...groping...sque-

Oh shit!

"Oh shit!" Dash gasped, his own face exploding into a blush going all the way down to his neck. He swiped his hand away from Danny's crotch as the shorter, black haired boy gapped unintelligently where he stood.

Dash ran off with Kwan laughing behind him.

That morning did not go as planned.