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Fenton.
Just—damn him. Dash found Fenturd annoying enough without the klutziness. Why girls found that cute was beyond him.
But seriously? Everything Fenton touched, he ruined. Usually at Dash's expense. 34 beakers during science, leading to an F on their group-lab report. Dash's room during a party—everything broken, including the computer.
And this time? Dash was minding his own business, helping hang fliers for the haunted house, when BAM! Paint all over his favorite Letterman jacket. That was the last straw.
Growling, Dash grabbed a fistful of Fenton's shirt and wound up to punch.
Fenton had it comin'.
