Notice there will be major OOC in this fanfic, primarily from Danny. I'm trying to keep a majority of the characters the same with just a few added/changed details to make this story mine. Also, this is rated older teen because of strong themes and suggestions; however, it will be fairly safe for anyone not wanting to read a mature novel.
Why the hell was his heart racing? She wasn't even doing anything sexy. Danny rubbed his jaw thoughtfully, smirking when an idea came to mind. "I dare you to kiss me and say you don't want it."
Actually, she wasn't that bad a kisser. For a geek, her lips were insanely soft. And addictive.
But this was Sam he was talking about. Not some Victoria's Secret model dressed in skimpy lingerie. Sam with the baggy pants; Sam the bat chick-the girl who could use some makeup to make her pale face look a little less...well, dead.
Despite Danny's reasoning, his pulse raced when Sam leaned forward, brushing his lips with the sweetest of touches.
"I don't want it."
When a simple prank on a goth freak backfires, school quarterback Danny Fenton is humiliated. He decides to take this game one step further by making the innocent chick fall in love with him, and tear her precious little heart to pieces, but there are secrets Danny doesn't know about the good girl, and hate will be the last thing on his mind when he finds her in his bed. In a world filled with black and white, purity is far too bland a color.
He Fell For A Geek
A fanfic by CrystalShardz
"Welcome to the Nasty Burger. May I take your order?"
The teenage boy gulped at the sight of his cashier. She was a dainty little thing, pale as the counter tops between them and about as lifeless as the burgers. Her hair was cut shoulder length, with one side longer than the other. Her eyes were a strange color and razor sharp, cutting through his overweight body right into the gooey edges of his nervous soul. The boy swallowed and glanced up at the menu.
"I want a cheeseburger and medium fries, ma'am."
She raised an eyebrow in silent judgement. Was she mocking him? Most people tended to make fun of his size, but it wasn't his weight the girl was internally criticizing.
She sighed, tapping the buttons on the register. "That'll be eight dollars and fifty cents."
He handed her the cash, and kept a safe distance between them.
Sam could probably count off all the places she rather be than here, but this had been the only place available at the moment. She used to work at a bookstore in Northbrook, but that place was miles from Amity Park. Sam had to transfer buses and leave three hours early just to make it on time, as opposed to the Nasty Burger, which was just blocks away from her neighborhood.
The paper bag came up and Sam held it out. "Have a nice day."
He didn't grab the meal. Instead, another hand grabbed the bag of fast food.
"Thanks!" A tall boy accepted the food with a smile. Sam stared as he dropped a fry in hs mouth, sauntering off with the costumer's food.
"Idiot!" Sam scowled the boy standing open mouthed before her. He flinched at her tone. "What the hell are you doing standing there? He just walked off with your food!"
"I-I..."
Sam rolled her eyes, turning to Becka at drive-thru. "Give me a minute."
Sam ran out of the resturant and chased after the food burglar. "Hey!" She called.
The guy turned. "Hey." He smiled, popping another fry in his mouth.
"That wasn't your order," Sam muttered.
"What do you care? It was already paid for."
"It's my job to make sure the costumer is happy."
"Really?" He walked back over until she had to crane her neck up to meet his eyes. Sam already considered her five foot eight frame tall, but he was something else. "Well, seeing as you work at a fast food restaurant, I'd say it's your job to sell shitty food to overweight teenagers. So after you make money off your stale fries and fake beef, going to sleep hating your job, I hope you know I did that guy a favor by saving him from a heart attack."
Sam had her hands balled into fist. Her body was shaking with anger, but she was honestly too shocked to respond to his statement.
The guy grinned, whispering in her ear. "Since you asked so nicely, you can have it." He handed her the bag. "I hope your friend's still hungry."
"What's got you in a mood?" Valerie asked during free period. Sam looked up from her calculus notes to her friend sitting on the couch in front of her.
"Just some douche bag," Sam murmured, glancing out the window beside her. God, when was high school going to be over?
"If you got a wrinkle for every time an asshole made you mad, you'd be an old lady," Valerie joked. "Was it a customer?"
Sam chose not to answer, instead directing her anger to the fast food joint. She hated working at the Nasty Burger. Other than the poor working conditions, Sam was an ultro-rcyclo-vegetarian. She didn't want to promote a heart attack on a silver platter. She would rather be working on her animal rights petition, but she really needed the money. Sam held her head in her hands, trying to rub her troubles away. She really had to do something about these migraines.
"Hey."
Sam looked up, and was faced with the food stealer. He had his backpack over one shoulder, and a smile that made Sam want to puke on his Nike's. Actually, they weren't bad shoes, other than the fact that they belonged to him.
"Danny!" Valerie exclaimed, fluttering her lashes. "What are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to apologize to Sam." He gestured to the shocked girl.
Sam didn't know what was more surprising. A guy like him coming over to apologize to her. Or a girl like her being recognized by him. "Oh really?"
"Yes, really." He leaned over so he was hovering above her scowl. "I tend to be an asshole when I'm nervous."
"Oh, I'm sure stealing food from others just makes you giddy."
Danny laughed. "No, I meant you."
There was a moment of silence.
"What do you mean?"
Danny took a seat on the arm of the couch, and Sam intentionally retreated to the furthest corner. "The guy there was my cousin. I was just messing with him. I didn't expect you to come charging at me though." Danny laughed. "I think you may have embarrassed poor John more than me."
Valerie laughed. Sam knew Valerie had no idea what Danny was referring to, but she had the feeling her friend was feeling oddly left out. "It's a good thing you apologized, Danny. Sam was just fuming about it a second ago. She knows how to hold a grudge."
Sam glared. Thanks friend, she mouthed.
Danny tilted his head at the new information. "Really? Then how about you drop by my party this weekend?"
"Pass."
"She'll go!" Valerie volunteered.
"Great. Can I have your number?"
Sam glared. He was acting as if Valerie's words had come out of her own mouth. He was still staring at her with intense blue eyes. They weren't relaxing in the least, the way Sam often regarded the color blue. They were too light, icy even, encouraging her to shiver.
"Why do you need my number?"
"To text you the time and place of the party."
"A pen and paper work just as well."
"I'll give it to you," Valerie interrupted, already flipping through her contact list.
"No, Val," Sam said, but the two were already exchanging numbers, completely ignoring the goth's orders.
When he left, Sam groaned. "Why did you do that?"
"Because he's hot and you need to get out more. Live a little, Sammy. You don't do anything, no offense."
"I do plenty."
"Of teenager stuff, I mean. You have all your charity work and no fun. It's time Sam Manson got her hands dirty."
Sam rolled her eyes at the comment, but seriously considered the statement. She glanced down at her hands, callapsed and ripped from performing gymnastic routines on the bar. They were far from clean.
"I gotta go to class though. It takes forever to get to the third floor," Valerie grumbled, standing. "I used to date him, you know. He's not that bad."
"Wasn't that bad," Sam corrected. Valerie's mouth formed a thin line, but she couldn't argue. "I'll see you later," she admitted in defeat.
Sam waved goodbye to her friend. Valerie was wrong. She didn't need to get her hands dirty. How could she? Hands that belonged to someone like her were what you called unsightly.