I shouldn't be writing this…I'm currently writing confessions of a teenager in denial, but this popped into my mind recently…

Summary: She knew everything about everyone. Who liked who, who was cheating, who was in love, who didn't care, and who was pretending. Some would call her a genius, but that wasn't the case. She was just invisible. AU, some OOC-ness.

The pairings are all mixed around; Sam/Danny, Paulina/Danny, Danny/Valerie, Tucker/Valerie, Paulina/Dash, etc. It can be confusing at times…

Also, I do realize that the only reasons Danny had the "accident" is because of Sam, but I'm ignoring that. Sam is not best friends with Danny or Tucker (at least at this point of the story). Sam has other friends…just some OC's I made for this story. Other than that, everything is in the natural order. Danny is still a halfa. His parents don't know, blah blah blah. Everyone is 16 or 17, and juniors in high school.

Sam is pretty much the narrator and main character of the story, got it?

Good.

On with the story!

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Aim and Fire;

Prologue: Drastic Times Call For Drastic Measures

"We are over."

I rolled my eyes. If I counted, I probably heard the statement (or something similar) about ten times in one week. The break-up lines always varied; sometimes it was simple, like I the one I had just heard. Other times it was long and elaborate. And then there were the cheesy, overused ones, such as, "It's you, not me," or "We're going in different directions."

So right now I was just at my locker, minding my own business, and then I hear two voices just a few lockers down. Who was it? Oh yeah, Paulina and Dash. Who else? They broke up, got back together, broke up, got back together, cheated on each other, broke up…

…all in like a week's cycle.

I mean, the whole thing got tiring for me; I couldn't even imagine how they felt about it. Weren't they tired of playing games already?

And it's not like I wanted to be all up in their personal business, it's like their own little problems found me. If they broke up, I was somehow the first to know. When they got back together, I knew every little detail about the them making-up and what not. I hated it.

And it wasn't just them; it was pretty much every other couple at Casper High. Listing them off would take too long; that's just how bad it is.

I had long stopped to try and figure out the reasoning behind my "amazing powers." (Those are Elena's words, not mine.) I just went with the flow, and took it all in stride, because that's all I COULD do. I tried not to meddle, especially if the certain couple weren't exactly my friends.

Take Dash and Paulina for example: if I saw Dash making out with some JV Cheerleader while he was still dating Paulina, of course I was the first to know. But did I run off and tell Paulina? No. Because I hated them both (long story), and helping them would only make my life more difficult. I didn't want to be stuck in the middle like that. And I was NOT a snitch.

If anyone found out about my strange ability, I would probably be ruined. That's why I never gave anyone a clue about it, except for Elena and Natalie, my only friends. (I am a pathetic loser. I get that.) They both had boyfriends, and if either there was an issue in either one of their relationship's, I could help them.

It was my duty as a friend, after all.

I sighed and shut my locker quietly, carrying this secret information with me as I made my way to lunch with Elena and Natalie. I usually told them about the stuff I knew, but I made them promise not to tell anyone first. Rumors and gossip would just circulate around the school, and eventually it would get back to me. Not a good thing, trust me.

I waited until the three of us were out of Paulina and Dash's hearing range and murmured to the both of them, "The It Couple are on a break…again."

Elena smirked and Natalie gasped. "Really? Again?" Natalie whined.

Elena snorted. "It's not much of a surprise, really. They're so…" She trailed off.

"Flighty? Foolish? Volatile? Stupid?" Natalie chimed in, sounding like she was reading a book out loud instead of having a normal conversation.

"Um, all of them, I guess." Elena sighed.

This was one of those times where I realized that the three of us - Elena, Natalie, and me - couldn't be more different. Natalie was the a Varsity Cheerleader, second only to Paulina and Starr. She had (real) blonde hair and light blue eyes, which of course, made all the guys go crazy over her. She was smart, athletic, popular, and pretty. Pretty much perfect, as I like to say.

Elena could only really be described with one word: unique. She was in the drama and French club. She didn't play sports, and she was super smart like Natalie, either. She smokes (but only when she drinks, as she tells me), and dates a new guy every two weeks. Mostly "bad boys", like Natalie calls them. She has dark red hair, bright green eyes, and she is very short and petite. She can eat anything without gaining weight, which Natalie complains about a lot.

Now, I, on the other hand, am completely different from both of them. I'm not a cheerleader, and I'm not in the drama or French club. I'm smart, but not Valedictorian smart. I have a part-time job as a receptionist down at the local vet office, which is technically a job I don't even need, because my parents are totally loaded. But no one knows that except Elena and Natalie. I have short black hair, and a strange shade of amethyst colored eyes. (And I swear on my life that they are real, don't believe what anyone says!) I'm an ultr0-recyclo-vegetarian, which I guess makes me pretty unique.

Most people don't like me. And sometimes I can't blame them.

Unlike Natalie and Elena, I've never had a real boyfriend. I mean, I kinda dated this one guy named Elliot, but that's a long and difficult story that I don't exactly want to explain. I've been kissed, but it was really nothing special. I sometimes wish that I had a good, reliable relationship…

…but then I take a good look around, at all the cheaters and liars and fakers, and realize that my independence is way too precious to give up on so quickly. Relationships look so difficult and tiring, why would I want one?

Plus, falling in love is just so cliché. It's not really me.

You could say I'm a little bit of a cynic. Sue me.

"So, what are the wonderful details of the most recent break-up?" Natalie asked me as we sat down at our usual table, her blue eyes sparkling. Typical teenage girls and their thirst for gossip.

I shrugged. "Not exactly sure. I think Dash insulted Paulina when she told him her plans for after high school." I smiled knowingly.

Elena raised a brow. "So, what exactly are those plans?"

"She wants to go to beauty school for two years and get a degree to be a hairstylist," I started, and Elena almost spit out her drink. ("Wow, she's so predictable!") "And after she opens up her own shop, she wants to marry Dash. Of course, that's after he graduates college, and plays professional football for a living. And then they're going to have a bazillion and one kids and then retire to Florida when they get older." I finished with a firm nod of my head.

Natalie stared at me in awe, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open. Elena couldn't stop laughing.

"Are you psychic?" Natalie response to my "magical powers" was always the same. She pretended like it was the first time I've told her about the latest thing I've learned, with wide eyes and a big smile. Sometimes she acted so innocent I wanted to shake her.

Elena thought it was all hilarious, taking everything in a not-very-serious-way like she took everything else, which didn't bother me. She was never very serious. Natalie was, however.

See what I mean by different?

I shook my head. "That would be easier to explain, though." I rolled my eyes.

Elena eventually sobered up and chimed in, "Anything else? Other than Paulina's creepy, weird plans for the future?"

"Nope."

"Wow. So, what did Dash say to make Paulina mad?" Smart Natalie, she thought of everything.

I smiled. "Well…he didn't take very well to the fact that she wants to marry him and make babies with him. I don't know what he wants for the future, but when he protested Paulina pretty much went off on him."

"Men are so…" Elena stopped, looking towards Natalie for help.

"Unreliable?" Elena shook her head no. "Unstable? Dangerous? Shiftless? Tricky? Untrustworthy?"

"I believe untrustworthy and shiftless are the correct ones." Elena mocked her with a little tilt of her head. Natalie pretended she hadn't said anything, like usual.

"Who's you newest boy toy, Elena?" Natalie asked quietly, not looking up from her tray.

Elena took a swig from her water bottle and shrugged casually. "Jeff? Nick? That one lifeguard? It depends on what day of the week it is." She smiled slyly, and I smirked lightly.

Natalie frowned. "Don't encourage her, Sam. What she's doing isn't right; stringing along three guys at once. You're going to get hurt, or worse: you'll hurt someone else."

Elena glared at her, setting her shoulders stiffly. "I don't think it's any of you business, Natalie. Besides, I can do what I want, date who I want, hurt who I want. Nothing bad will happen."

I decided right then and there that I should make an excuse to leave the table before I got caught in the middle of one of their fights. They had this fight every day; Natalie would preach to Elena that dating more than one guy at one time was bad, and Elena would make fun of Natalie for dating the same guy for seven months. It never ended.

"Um, I have to go to the bathroom. Be right back." I got up before they could protest, and I practically ran down the hallway. I needed time to think, anyways.

I went to my locker instead of the bathroom like I had said, and methodically I went through my combination, almost without looking. As soon as my locker opened, a small white piece of paper fell out and fluttered to the ground.

I picked it up with a confused look on my face, unfolding it and reading:

I know you're different.

And you can help me.

Meet me after school today behind the bleachers.

Come alone.

I almost laughed aloud, if it weren't for the large sense of dread I had in my stomach. It sounded like a ransom note, almost. "I have your child. Bring 100 dollars, don't call the cops."

Same thing, in my mind.

With growing horror, I folded the paper up silently.

Yes, the end was near.

I just knew these things.

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A little uneventful, but it's just a prologue. Can you guess who wrote the note?

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P.S. I cannot explain Sam's "power." She's not psychic, and no freak accident happened to make her the way she is. She's just extremely lucky, or whatever. It's fan fiction, there's no need for an explanation. (: