Danny's POV
I was the first day of spring, and the weather had just started warming up. Everyone was ditching jackets, and some girls were wearing shorts. I saw my best friend, Sam, walking up to me and Tucker. She was wearing her signature skirt, tights, and combat boots, but I noticed something. She was wearing a hooded sweat shirt. I found this weird because- like I said- it's started to get warm now.
"Hi, guys," she greeted, half smiling.
"Hey, Sam," Tucker waved, being oblivious.
"Hey, Sam, are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" she replied.
"Well it 80 degrees outside and you have a hoodie on," I answered.
"Oh. Well, I just have a cold. I'll get over it," she said.
"Okay," I responded.
I didn't believe her, but I didn't want to make her mad. So I just nodded and shrugged it off.
"Well, let's get to class," Tucker cut in.
We all started walking to Mr. Lancer's room. I tried to pay attention to the lesson, but my eyes kept wondering to Sam. I want to know what's wrong with her, and I knew there was something. I was thinking about what may be wrong when I noiced Mr. Lancer said my name.
"Huh, what?" I asked, snapping back into reality.
The whole class looked at me.
"I said, Mr. Fenton, you and Miss Manson are assigned as partners for the project," the out of shape teacher informed.
"Oh, okay," I tried to hide my smile.
Another reason why I'm worried about Sam, she's not only my best friend. I have a serious crush on her. I was spaced out for the rest of class.
Soon, lunch rolled around. Sam, Tuck, and I sat at our table and started talking.
"So, what's our project about? I was kinda... distracted in class?" I asked, Sam.
"We have to make a power point about our favorite poet," she answered.
"Oh, who do you wanna' do?" I questioned.
"Um, William Blake, William Shakespere, or Robert Frost," she listed.
"Shakespere is too popular, everyone will do him. Frost is too simple, all the dumb ones will do him. Let's do Blake," I said.
"Okay," she nodded.
"Okay, now that you two are done, HELP ME!" Tucker yelled.
"Why? What happened?" I asked.
"He got paired with Dash," Sam quietly chuckled.
"Oh," I tried to supress a laugh.
"You think it's funny. Just because you got paired with you cr- I mean best friend, doesn't mean we're all happy here," Tucker smoothly covered up.
I was hoping Sam didn't catch his slip-up. I looked over at her and she didn't seem to notice. I sighed in relief. I gave Tuck a 'smooth move' glare. He shrugged and lightly chuckled.
The lunch period passed and soon we were back in classes. Sam was still wearing the hoodie in gym. We had to run 5 laps around the gym and by the end Tucker, Dash, Kwan, me, and everyone else were sweating rivers. Sam still haden't taken off the hoodie.
"Are... you sure... you're... okay?" I asked, through pants after we ran.
"Yes, Danny, I'm fine," she slightly giggled, giving me a small smile.
"Okay, just checking," I smiled back.
"Don't worry," she kept smiling.
"But I have to. It's like, a 2nd nature," I admitted.
She giggled. She didn't know that I noticed that when she smiled, it wasn't the real- beautifuly vibrant- smile. It was a fake, forced, one. I need to know what's up with her!
"Do you want to come over and work on the project after school?" I asked.
"Yeah," she replied.
I had a plan to figure out what's up with Sam.