Sam waltzed into the classroom, a huge grin on her face. The two boys watched her slowly sit down in her desk, not once blinking. The teenagers sat there, waiting for Mr. Lancer to start class, staring at each other silently.
Danny was the first to break the silence.
"Sam," he insisted hesitantly, "what is wrong with you?"
"What do you mean?" The girl's grin faded away at Danny's confused expression.
"You don't usually smile for this long," he explained, lightly tapping a pencil on the desk. Sam looked at Tucker for assistance, watching him nod in agreement with Danny. She frowned in reply.
"So?" Sam snapped back, crossing her arms.
Danny shrugged. "Just wondering..."
A dreamy smile spread across the girl's lips, her eyes lighting up, as if recalling a fond memory. "I hugged him!"
"Who?" Danny cocked an eyebrow.
"David!" Sam exclaimed in delight, biting her lip. She shook her head in disbelief.
"David who?"
"Archuleta!!" She wrapped her arms around herself, her smile growing wider. Danny watched as Sam tilted her head slightly to the side, her grin broadening even more. "I asked him to sign my t-shirt, and out of the blue, he gives me a hug!"
Danny's eye twitched.
Suddenly, Tucker Laughed. "Enjoyed it, Sammy?" he teased, poking her. But instead of catching on, Sam squealed, "Oh my GOSH, yeah!"
Danny's eye continued to twitch.
"Is someone jealous?" Tucker hinted suggestively. He watched as Dan glared daggers at him. Completely oblivious to the world around her, Sam smiled dreamily, reliving the past. Soon, she finally climbed down to reality, facing Danny with a curious glance, her eyes locked on his.
"No," Danny spat, crossing his arms defensively.
Tucker chuckled quietly. "No one was talking to you," he murmured, eying his friend suspiciously. Under his breath, Tucker added, "Jealous."
"You are?" Sam asked in amazement.
"No," Danny repeated through clenched teeth, "I'm not."
Mr. Lancer suddenly walked into the classroom, the whole room silencing in his presence. "I appreciate your mockery of being polite," the teenagers heard him mutter before the man took out his briefcase. And as soon as Mr. Lancer was seated at his desk, the class began talking very loudly once more.
And then Sam and Tucker continued to interrogate Danny.
"Danny Fenton, are you sure?" Sam asked, gripping a pen in her hand tightly.
"Yes," Danny bluntly replied.
"Danny Fenton," Tucker added, leaning in, "really?"
Leaning back, Danny scowled. "Yes."
"Danny Fenton...are you positive?" Sam went on.
Becoming aggravated, Danny pursed his lips together. "Yes."
Behind his desk, Mr. Lancer studied his role book, occasionally slipping glances around the room. He watched Paulina giggle at one of Dash's not-even-funny jokes. He focused his eyesight on the trio in the back of the room, but was soon to see that only Tucker and Sam were here; no Danny in view.
Meanwhile, the three teenagers continued to talk about Danny's "jealousy."
Sam and Tucker shared an exasperated glance before returning their gaze to Danny. "Danny Fenton," they asked simultaneously, "are you really sure you're positive?"
Danny just stared across his friends, trying to tune them out. But they just kept at him.
"Danny?"
"Danny."
"Danny!"
"Danny."
Mr. Lancer peered over his role book. "Danny Fenton?"
"I AM NOT JEALOUS!!" Danny shrieked, shooting his friends irritated and worn out expression. Sam and Tucker just watched as Danny sat there, breathless from his outburst, while Mr. Lancer hid behind his role book, scared.
And then the two laughed.