Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

Here's another one-shot about a bitter but moving on Sam.

You saw me yesterday. We were doing a play for Lancer's English. Your girlfriend was the lead female and you were the guitarist for the hired live band. You were so sweet together. You were doing all nauseating forms of PDA. I knew because I was there. I was watching you from the corner of my eye, from afar.

Then I decided that I didn't care.

Today I walked up to your friend and greeted him. I smiled and softly banged fists with him, a gesture I only do with guys I consider my friend, something I've never done with you. Because you were never my friend. You were always something more. Were being the key word.

You were there, almost beside him. You noticed me. You had the guts to actually acknowledge my presence and wait till I acknowledge yours. I prolonged the moment, your friend touched fists with me and enclosed my hand in his. It didn't mean anything to me. But was it a flicker of jealousy I saw from you?

You cocked an eyebrow at me and I gave you a half nod, a formal acknowledgement. Just so I wouldn't appear rude or anything. You asked why I was late. I didn't really want to answer you so I gave you a blurred answer about me getting a part-time job at the nearest local fast food.

You asked where, I pointed right. You corrected me, said it was left. I figured you were making fun of me again. Making me look like an idiot. I shrugged, just to end the non conversation. Truth was, I really didn't care and I really didn't want to talk to you.

I left the band station and proceeded to my area, the technical booth. A few moments later, I saw you coming with your friend. You and your friend started a small conversation with me and the girls I was with. Actually, your friend asked me if I was coming on Thursday to the little field trip to the university. The university where we've had our share of memories.

He asked me to go ride with him again, on his motorcycle, just so he'd have a 'pretty' company. I laughed at that, I couldn't believe it. You mentioned talking to him later, it sounded very much like a threat because you used that dark, possessive tone… So tell me, were you jealous?

The offer was kind of absurd and appealing at the same time but I declined. I didn't want to get your friend's hopes up too high about me and him. Even though the act of testing if you really were jealous was tempting.

Of course I could easily accept and go flirt with him if your little slut of a girlfriend would push me to the edge. You know I could be a real bitch if I'd been given the proper amount of motivation. And your girlfriend was always the best option I had.

But due to the fact that I'd moved on and didn't give a damn to you. I could just laugh my ass off.

You and she could have freaking sex and I wouldn't even spare you a fucking glance. I was too busy with my part-time job, my role as the production manager of our latest production, my thesis, my studies, my friends, what was left of them and basically, my life…. So remind me again, who are you?

And why am I supposed to be thinking about you?

No reason?

Then, let's forget.

-I love writing Sam on a B*tch mode. It feels empowering. Anyway, what do you think? Am I being too cruel?