Chapter 86 - 34
Chapter 34: "Gym Class Gladiators"
In which Judo becomes therapy, Dash forgets what apologies are, and I channel all my trauma into legally sanctioned body slams.
If high school had a stock market, my value was skyrocketing—mostly because I was scheduled to crash and burn during fourth period gym.
As soon as I stepped into the hallway, it was like walking into a gladiator arena. Whispers followed me like I had a glowing "Dead Man Walking" sign floating over my head.
"Is that him?"
"Danny Fenton? Against Dash?"
"Bro, he's toast."
"Nah, maybe he's got ghost powers now. His parents are, like, ghost tech people, right?"
"He's gonna get folded like a gym towel."
To be fair, it was a reasonable assumption. I was the same guy who had tripped over his shoelaces and spilled orange juice into his own backpack last week. But apparently, picking a fight with the school's apex predator had put me on the radar of people who previously assumed I was a part-time janitor.
Including Star.