I just had to last one more hour. What could possibly happen in that time?
Chapter 7: French
By the time I got into French, Vlad had recovered all his previous self-confidence.
"Ah, le Francais, the language of l'amour. Don't you just love the way it rolls off the tongue? Embrace-moi, je sais que tu me desir."
"Shut up," I replied. I might not have understood what he said, but I could make a pretty good guess considering how my day was going.
"Je peut tu montre le Paradis," he continued, murmuring in his damn silky voice, making goosebumps crawl up my neck and under my hair.
"Ah, tu brise mon coeur, mon petit..."
"Please leave me alone," I whimpered. Having him breathe sweet nothings in my ear was making things very hard for me. It was making me feel all fidgety, and a small, trampled down, treacherous part of me was kind of liking it. He sighed, disappointed, and said;
"One day, Daniel, one day..."
I noticed the girl next to me watching me out of the corner of her eye, and blushed. But then I saw that she blushed too, and looked away hurriedly, biting her lip which escaped as she smiled. I smiled back, and she blushed even harder. Her name was April, and she was the quiet type. Well, that was the nice way of putting it. The more common way was to say she was a loser. I mean, she was so nerdy, I looked cool next to her.
"Hi," she squeaked quietly at me. She was supporting her head on her hand with he elbow on the desk, as she stared fixedly at me.
"Hi," I replied, and I heard Vlad snort next to me. She blushed.
"You're Danny Fenton," she continued.
"I... know." This girl was confusing me. She didn't seem to be the brightest crayon in the box. I thought I heard Vlad growl softly behind me.
"So, do you, er, like... French?" she said.
"No, not particularly,"
She giggled, and answered "I know what you mean." She grinned scarily and batted her eyelashes, while I leaned away from her slightly. "So, er..." She began, but she didn't finish because her elbow very suddenly slid off the desk, making her face plummet down and hit the wood painfully.
"Oh my God! Are you alright?" I asked, trying not to laugh. Of course I knew what, or should I say who, had caused her elbow to shift, and half of me disapproved, but then, the other half just couldn't help it.
"Is there a problem?" called the teacher from the front of the room, peering at us through her mega-glasses, trying desperately to this far away. April was holding back tears, but she managed to shake it off well enough to answer.
"No, it's nothing," she said, dismissing the teacher. She turned back to me, flushing red like a tomato.
"Are you alright?" I asked again.
"Oh yeah, just clumsy, I guess. So, what do you like then?" She seemed eager to return to our conversation where we left it, and I thought I might as well go along with it. Trouble was I couldn't think of an answer.
"Ghostly billionaires from Wisconsin with silver ponytails," said Vlad cattily in my ear. I ignored him.
"Uhhh..." Ghost-hunting? Not ghost-hunting? I don't know, what do I like? "You know, just, stuff. The usual, I guess," I said.
"Yeah. So you don't do anything in the weekends?" She started playing with her hair. Why was she still smiling when I was currently making as good a conversation as a retarded log? And she couldn't look me in the eyes. Was something going on here?
"No, nothing official," I told her.
"Oh, well, in that case, maybe you'd like to do something, you know, with - Ow!"
She grabbed her head as if her hair had been pulled. Unfortunately, this made the teacher spin around again.
"Fenton! Maybe you'd like to give us an example of the subjonctif?"
"Er..." Vlad whispered something in my ear and I repeated it. I knew this was a bad move as soon as the words left my mouth and I heard my stalker chuckle quietly.
"Why, Daniel, I thought you'd never ask," he said, making me blush, but the teacher just adjusted her hideous orange cardigan and muttered before turning back to the blackboard;
"Yes,... I suppose that that could be considered a, a subjonctif."
I frowned, hoping Vlad would know it was at him, I also realized the girl was now blushing and looking at her desk with a shy smile on her face. I wondered what I had said.
She opened her mouth to speak, but the moment she did, there was the sound of chalk screeching on the blackboard. The class groaned and hissed, and the teacher muttered an embarrassed apology. April turned back to me, smiling at the teacher's expense, but again, when she tried to speak, the room was filled with an ear-piercing squeal. I looked towards the front of the class and saw the teacher looking at the chalk in her hand nonplussed. I sighed.
"Write it down," I said.
The moment April tried to pass me her little slip of white paper, it was snatched out of her hand and tossed away. I forced a laugh,
"Wow, draughty in here," I said. April was starting to look unnerved.
"Um, yeah. Well, anyway, what I wanted to ask was maybe this weekend you'd like to go to the cinema or something with -"
Her chair tipped over backwards very suddenly and unexpectedly, considering all four of its legs had been resting securely on the floor. She squealed and the crash attracted the attention of the room.
"Fenton! Again?! Detention! Out!" yelled the teacher at me. April was crying and holding her head. I grabbed my bag and left just to get away from all the noise and the stares.
"Well done, Vlad! You got me a detention, thanks a lot!" I said angrily when we were out in the corridor. He materialized beside me and took his human form, matching my stride, looking unashamed. His expensive shoes echoed off the tile. He shrugged, and said casually;
"You don't have to go to detention. I have a limousine waiting outside,"
Of course, my first reaction was pissed-off disgust, but then I considered just how much I didn't want to go to detention with that vindictive bastard of a prison warden overseer.
"You know I have enough money to make this all go away. Come with me now, and you'll never be in detention again."
Free pass for life? In exchange for one afternoon getting spoiled by a hot billionaire?
"I won't ask for more than you're comfortable with, which I suspect is actually a lot more than you admit."
No way. I could never volunteer to be his boytoy. I mean, I wasn't... was I? I did attack him in the bathroom... But no, if I was having to talk myself into it, then that meant I didn't want it, right? So I could just keep my life easy and the way it is.
But then I'd have to go to detention.
Really, all he was asking for was my company. I could give him that, without compromising myself, couldn't I? And I wouldn't have to tell anyone...
I had to look at this simply. Detention, or limousine?
Vlad stopped me by catching my arm and stood in front of me. "It couldn't hurt to just give me a chance..." he said, and he leaned in, brushing my lips gently with his. When he pulled away, his eyes looked nervous, as if he was generally afraid of my rejection.
I groaned, and grimaced. "Alright..." I said reluctantly. The grin that spread across his face was dazzling, and went all the way to his eyes, which sparkled with glee. My instincts still put up a fight knowing that I'd made him that happy.
We broke out into the sunny day that had bloomed typically while I was in class. His long black limousine was hard to miss once you were within a few feet of it, but it was parked out of the way, as inconspicuously as possible. Inside was designed like a high-class brothel, with shag carpeting, TVs, and a not-so-mini bar. I slid down onto the soft leather seat next to him, my heart beating in my throat. The door closed behind me.
And suddenly I wasn't that scared anymore. The tinted windows filtered out the sunlight of reality. This was like a different world, a small pocket in the time/space continuum that was totally private. I could do anything I wanted in here, without any consequences.
"Can I offer you a drink? I might have some coke or something, I'm not sure..." said Vlad, looking at the bar doubtfully. I looked too, eyeing the innumerable bottles.
"You're worried about me being underage?" I said with a faint tone of incredulity. Vlad laughed,
"I see your point," he said. He seemed awkward now that he actually had me. I took off my jacket.
"It's a little stuffy in here," I said, not missing the way his eyes watched me. What the hell was I doing? I wasn't too hot. But I still had that feeling of recklessness, I was skiving off detention, after all. I might as well do something worthwhile to earn the trouble I was going to get for this.
I suddenly had an idea, inspired by the hell Vlad had been inflicting on me all day. I went ghost, and looked at Vlad with revenge in my eyes. Now the tables were turned. Maybe Danny Fenton couldn't fool around with his arch enemy, who also happened to be mayor and much older, or maybe 'experienced' would be better, but Danny Phantom sure could.
Vlad noticed the look in my eyes and swallowed hard, but then his old familiar smirk crept back into place.
"Aren't you going to put your money where your mouth is, Vlad?" I asked my voice finding an appropriately sultry tone that I'd never known I had.
"Oh yes, Daniel," he said reaching for me, "And I do have an awful lot of money."
Author's note: The end! I kind of like that last line there. Vlad loves his money. But this is finished now, so don't expect any more. Which is a good thing for me since the last couple of chapter's have been kind of stale, I think. Anyway, see ya.