A whole freaking year since I've updated! What the hell is wrong with me? I seriously need to get a schedule or something otherwise I'm never going to get this done. Sorry for the long wait but I finally got my brain working and from now on I'm going to force myself to write one page a day any one of my stories. That'll at least give me some momentum. The last chapter's title was a typo. This is the real chapter three.

Chapter 3

"SAM!!"

Ugh… what does that woman want now? I asked myself, glancing at the clock.

It was six in the morning!

This was an all new way that Clare was torturing me without any authority figures noticing, by waking me up before the sun and on the weekend. It's bad enough putting up with her on week days but now she has to take away the only chance of a good night's sleep too, how heartless was she? There was nothing I wanted more than to just take that stupid box she uses me to order me around and just shove it up her liposucked ass.

"SAM!!"

Groaning, I forced myself to get out of the warmth of my covers and reach over to press the stupid talk button, "What is it?" I asked too tired to hide my grumpiness.

"Don't you take that tone with me," she warned, "I need you to take the early morning shift today right after your finish all of you chores."

"But it's Saturday," I complained in disbelief.

"I don't care. I need an extra pair of hands there for today's special and to get the place ready for when the inspector's arrival," she replied.

"But that's not until two weeks from now!" I argued.

"Look, the last review he gave us lost us most of our better clustomers," I rolled my eyes happy that she couldn't see and by 'better' she meant richer. She really disgusted me at times. "Meaning, that we have to be prepared before he comes otherwise everyone will be working double shifts. Got it." Now I knew she wasn't kidding. That was not a question it was a fact, and knowing that Clare was heartless enough to go through with her threat I quickly responded like a trained dog.

"Got it."

"Good." Then in a lighter tone she yawned, "Now I'm going back to sleep. Now hurry and do what you have to do here before you head out for the café." With one last click the connection was cut and I had no doubt that right about now she was snoring peacefully.

I flopped back onto my bed and screamed into my pillow all of my frustration until my throat was completely sore and then placed my pillow back, struggling to get up and get dressed. Just once was a break so hard to ask for? I got dressed grabbing my backpack on the way out, making sure to grab a couple of my textbooks, cell phone, wallet, and stuck my iPod into my pocket. That way I was set to not have to come back to this Barbie town house until at least ten.

I shut the door behind me and quietly went downstairs, making sure not to wake Clare or my cousins. The last thing I needed were either one of those three breathing down my neck every five seconds. If I was lucky I would be done before they even figured out what day it was today and I could be out of here without any trouble and for once not start off with a murderous intent.

Sighing in relief as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I walked outside to my car and put my bag in there so I wouldn't forget it. Then set to work on my outdoor chores which involved pulling weeds from the flower beds and raking up the leaves in the yard. I took out my head phones and quickly tuned in to my music while I worked on the flowers.

To be honest I really didn't mind the gardening since it was pretty relaxing and help me get my mind off things. I've loved nature and my grandmother and I would always come out and tend to the flowerbeds together. The only time I do mind this sort of labor is when I have to do it during the summer under the hot sun with Nina and Tina constantly harassing me about how much dirt was getting on the driveway or how horrible my nails were with all the dirt underneath them.

Oh…one of these days they are really going to get what's coming to them. They had trunk loads of bad karma racked up against them and it was only a matter of time before it came back to haunt them.

I focused on channeling all of my aggression against the poor unsuspecting weeds as I yanked them out one by one until I was finally done, a little sweaty from all of that, but thankfully done. With that done, I walked over to the shed to grab the rake. It was still pretty early and the sun had just now begun to emerge heating everything up, for yet another steaming day of all sun and no rain. Just like it's been for the past several months now. The morning sun was something I absolutely hated; I have no clue why some people actually enjoy it. It gets all up in your face and just makes you hot and sweaty in a matter of seconds.

Raising a hand to shield my eyes from its bright glare, I headed across Clare's perfectly manicured green lawn to the small tin house that stood hidden in the shadows of a tall tree from the neighbor's yard. Thankfully, it was cooler under there than it was outside the shaded area as the sun quickly did its job of warming the earth and air around me, making me like the dark, cool, and secluded bed even more. The shed was one of the few things around here that Clare hadn't changed since she got the house, mostly because she hardly ever noticed it and because she thought that it was haunted or something.

It was a load of crap but thankfully it was one place I sometimes went to escape from her and my cousins when I was stuck here. It was old and rusting so badly in some places that the metal was practically see through but to me it was a safe shelter away from Hurricane Clare and typhoons Nina and Tina. The door creaked loudly and stopped halfway open. I grunted at I yanked hard to get the old hinges to go a few inches further so that I could get inside and get the rake. Sweat poured down the sides of my face as I strained to open the stupid door.

"Come on…open!" I commanded crossly at the piece of old wood that was currently causing me so much strife and stubbornly refusing to open.

Giving it one last tug it finally opened with a loud screech that you could compare with the sound of nails against a black board. I couldn't help but wince at how loud it was and quickly stole a glance up at Clare's bedroom window.

"Please don't wake, please don't wake up, please don't wake up!" I chanted under my breath over and over again while watching for any signs of movement that would indicate that one of the bitchiest and biggest pains in my ass had woken up.

After several minutes passed with nothing but the sound of my heart beating rapidly and birds singing, I let out a sigh of relief that Clare hadn't woken up. "Well at least two things have gone right this morning," I said to myself happily.

I squeezed through the opening and stood in the dark for a minute while my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Soon, I could see the outline of a few things in there. Not much was kept in here except for gardening tools and some of my stuff like a few of my drawings that I hardly showed to anyone, even Jen or Vicky. The rake stood in the back corner; I held my arms in front of my in order to keep from running into something on accident and to prevent any injuries.

I stumbled a bit when I came into contact with a bucket and grabbed hold of something to keep from falling down. Unfortunately for me, being oh so graceful, I didn't noticed an old tool box lying on the ground behind me and as I took a step back I ended up tripping over. My hands scrambling to find a handhold that never appeared, I ended up having my head had break the fall. My head throbbing, I I laid there on the ground scowling at some unseen force. 'If I ever find out who the hell is torturing me up there are so going to pay!' I promised myself rubbing my head and wincing at touching a newly formed lump.

I blew a piece of my hair out of my face before rolling onto my belly in order to get up. Halfway up, I stopped when I caught sight or two large blue-green eyes looking straight at me from the shadows of the rake I wanted. My body was completely paralyzed and transfixed on those eyes that blinked at me and seemed to try to go even further into the corner.

Rising to my feet I slowly grabbed the rake and was prepare to defend myself. Once the rake was gone so was the creature's hideout. I held the rake like a staff in front of me but stopped when I caught sight of what the shadows had unveiled and looked down at the strange eyes again.

I couldn't help but break out in a small smile.

--

"Awwww, he's so cute!" giggled Jen. She took the kitten from my hands and held it up to her face rubbing her nose against the kitten's. It licked her in response, sending Jen into another girly fit of giggles. "So what's his name?" she asked me cradling the kitten in her arms that was purring contently, soaking up all the attention.

"Her name," I corrected. "It's a girl cat."

"Well, she's pretty enough that's for sure." Jen scratched the black feline, who purred even louder in content in her arms.

I have to say that the little kitten sure got over her shyness pretty quickly; it had taken a while for me to gently coax it out of the corner and to gain her trust so that I could pet her. She seemd to be able to sense that I wasn't a threat to she her, allowing me pick her up and take her out of the shed into the light to get a better look at her. She was really under wieght and dirty. It didn't surprise me, it seemed as though she had been on her own for quite some time and whatever grooming she did on her own wasn't very effective. But underneath the dirt I could say that she was mostly black.

After hurrying through my chores (okay so I skipped a few of them), I headed to the cafe with the kitten and got to work tying the kitten to a leash in the back storage room with some fish and a saucer of milk. I hated tying her up but I had to make sure that she wouldn't wander off. Besides, I really didn't think she noticed the makeshift leash that I made from my shoe laces as much as the plate of food in front of her. Poor thing ate like it hadn't had a decent meal since it was born.

It was a living hell all morning, and that family that came in for breakfast that had two obnoxious brats was not making my day. One of them ended up crying because he wanted more bacon (Ew! Doesn't anyone understand the meaning of vegetarian?!), and the other one was shooting spitballs at my back the whole time I was working. When I went to scowl at the kid his parents got all up in my face about mistreating their 'poor child'. I had half a mind to shoot off my mouth at those two with a few choice words but luckily Vicky had intervened in time to keep me from probably ending up in juvie for attempt at murder. Around noon she kicked me out saying that I needed to have some fun and to also get rid of my new friend since it wouldn't stop staring at her.

That was when Jennette had texted me to meet her in front of the ice cream parlor by the park, she had also mentioned something about cute boys but I had hung up on her the moment she had said 'boys'. I was already in a bad mood and I didn't feel like hearing her drool over some guy over the phone. The live action sequence was bad enough as it was.

I took a lick of my tofu ice cream with gummy bats, catching some of it that had melted slightly at the sides. We were sitting outside since all the inside booths were taken and I didn't want to hear all the gossip flying around in there. True it was like a billion degrees hotter outside but at least we were under some shade.

"Anyways Sam, back to business…"

"No," I cut her off bluntly, knowing full well what she was going to say.

"Oh come on! You should go," she insisted despite my glare at her. "It's the Halloween Dance so it won't be like the Spring Fling, Homecoming, or the Winter Ball."

"I said no. You know how much I hate those things."

"How would you know? You never been to a single one!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air and drawing some attention to herself from some of the pedestrians on the sidewalk. Jen, as usual, ignored all the curious stares. "Please Sam, I'm finally going to get to be the DJ and I really want t you to be there." She gave me a pair of her saddest puppy dog eyes ever.

Damn it! Whoever invented that trick should be shot in the head over and over again and then burned alive.

I sighed, "Jen even if I did want to go I wouldn't be able to,"

She blinked at me with a blank expression. "Why?"

"Um…Hello, remember Clare? Evil, plastic, over forty year old, slave driver? Ringing any bells in there?" I tapped her head.

"You mean the one with the giant bat wings that goes flying at night killing the hopes and dreams or everyone and stealing and eating children? It rings a bell…" I smacked my hand against my forehead hard enough that it was sure to leave it red. "But so what? Do what every other teenager in America does: sneak out."

"I can't just miss work," I told her. "And besides, even if I did have an actually good reason to go—which I don't—"

"Oh! And I'm not a good reason?!" she asked, sounding insulted.

I rolled my eyes and ignored her, "I don't have anything to wear."

"So, we can go and get you a costume right now. I saw this really great one of a pirate. Maybe you could go as that or maybe even as a—"

"Face down in the dirt she said this doesn't hurt,

She said 'I finally had enough!'"

Thank-you lord! I was saved my ringtone, cutting off my best friend's crazy thought bubbles. I flipped it open to see I had a text message.

"Oh that's really polite," Jen grumbled. She never was one to take being ignored well, "So who is it? 'Cause if it's bubble butt Clare I'm going to take that phone and shove it down her throat so far that it'll—"

"Will you relax already," I said trying to get her to stop ranting, "It's not from Clare."

"Who's it from then?" Suddenly she got this really weird look in her eyes that I really didn't like, "Is it from your secret admirer?" she asked, smiling slyly. I gave her another glare, which she returned by sticking her tongue out at me.

'Real mature.'

I turned my attention back to my phone and opened the message up. It was from GhostBoy, we had met in this Doom chat room about a couple of months ago and had instantly hit it off. He was a pretty good player too and the only guy I've ever met that actually had a brain (most of the time).

GhostBoy: what's up?

Chaos: not much just hanging out with a friend who won't shut up

"Hey! I resent that!" I practically dropped my phone from fright from Jen sneaking up on me like that. The girl really should give some sort of warning before doing something like that.

"Don't scare me like that! And it's not polite to eavesdrop on someone else's conversation Jennette." I scowled.

"I wasn't eavesdropping," she stated, rolling her eyes. "Eavesdropping is when you listen in a person's conversation. I was reading over your shoulder. There's a huge difference," she said knowingly.

Yeah right.

"Whatever," I said and got back to my phone where my cyber friend had written back.

GhostBoy: same here but I'm sure that an ice cream down his throat will do the trick

I laughed a bit at that and responded.

Chaos: maybe. but if he has a big mouth wouldn't he be able to just eat it?

GhostBoy: you just love crushing my fantasies don't you?

Chaos: everyone needs a hobby and you just make it too easy

Ghost Boy: (grumbles) you really know how to make people feel loved

I was in the middle of sending another message when I caught sight of Jen up against the window of the ice cream parlor peering inside. "What are you doing?" I asked curiously.

"Seeing if your boyfriend is in here somewhere." She scanned the area with her eyes, "I'm pretty sure that he is."

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, "And what makes you say that?"

"Because… He said in his message that he was going to shove ice cream down his friend's throat, meaning that he's having ice cream right," I merely nodded while my new kitten just looked at what the strange girl against the glass was doing—emphasis on 'strange'. "So I figure he must be here somewhere."

"How would you know if it's him?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Simple, I just have to look for boys who are with at least one or two friends, eating ice cream, and text messaging right now. Quick, send a message," she ushered me with her hand never taking her eyes off the glass.

I rolled my eyes but decided to simply complied since I still needed to write back anyways. There was another message already there though.

GhostBoy: you still there?

Chaos: yeah I'm still here. just had to amuse my friend

GhostBoy: what are they doing?

I glanced over at Jen who had now holding the cat against the glass in one hand and looking in with the other.

Chaos: you don't wanna know

GhostBoy: what are you thinking about?

Chaos: how some people need to learn not eavesdrop

GhostBoy: technically it's only eavesdropping if someone is listening to a conversation

Chaos: noooo… eavesdropping can be reading other people's messages

GhostBoy: (rolls eyes) that's called spying and there's a difference

Chaos: no there isn't

GhostBoy: yes there is

Chaos: no there isn't

GhostBoy: yes there is

Okay this guy may have only existed in cyber-space but I was seriously resisting the temptation to stick out my tongue at my phone and was getting ready to retort back.

I heard a crash and looked to see Jen in the bushes while some guy in a long sleeve. red and white striped shirt tapped on the glass saying something to her that I couldn't hear. But whatever it is that he had said had gotten my loud mouth of a best friend back up on her feet and glaring at the guy through the window. Looks like it was time to make our exit before someone filed a restraining order against her (again).

Chaos: got to go. we'll finish this in Doom

GhostBoy: you are so going down

Chaos: not even in your dreams

With that said I closed my phone and headed over to Jen and the guy to sort things out and try not to get him to press any criminal charges against her for anything she may have broken or caused. It was funny to see two people yelling at each other through a wall of glass. I was seriously tempted to see how it would end but it was just too hot to put up with all the authoritive harassment that was sure to follow suit.

I quickly scooped up my new kitten (who've I've yet to name) in one hand and with my other one I grabbed hold of Jennette's wrist. Dragging her out of the bushes back to our table while sending the guy inside a quick apology. She instantly started protesting.

"Hey! Let go Sam, that guy needs to learn a few manners." She sent a glare in the window's direction.

"He's not the only one," I quipped. "Seriously; can't you go one day without starting an argument with everyone you meet?"

"I didn't start it he did," she pointed at the window where the guy was now cleaning it and glaring at the back of my friend's head. "He was all 'stop that you're scarring my customers' and 'you're dirtying my window' and going on about some other crap. I had to defend myself." I let her walk on her own power back to where we had been sitting to get our stuff. "Sam, are you even paying attention?"

"Not now. It's too hot," I groaned.

"Fine," she pouted. "Be that way."

"I will," I said, slinging my bag onto my shoulder. "Now let's get out of here and go to the movies or something. I hear that Dead Man's Blood 4 has come out."

Jen's face quickly lost all color and it looked like she had just seen a ghost, "Oh come on Sam, not another gory horror movie, I'm still freaked out about the last one you made me go see."

"Don't be such a baby; The Rise of Evil wasn't that scary. It hardly had as much gore or violence as Texas Chainsaw Massacre or even IT," I said smirking.

"Yeah, well, that's you okay. I'm talking about me here. You know I can't stand the sight of blood. Why do you think that I quit wanting to be a doctor years ago?"

"Because you barely passed biology and you hate the fact that you've got to study a lot harder?" I pointed out.

"Oh ha ha," she frowned.

I sighed, "Fine what do you want to see?"

"Well I wanted to see Under the Stars…"

Okay. Now it was my turn to look horrified and make a face, "The sappy love story?"

"It's not sappy--just the book it was loosely based on," she pointed out. "And it's really good. It's not all that mushy lovey dovey stuff, it's got a lot of action and fighting in it to keep you satisfied. Plus the main character is really hot," she replied, stroking the kitten's black fur dreamingly. I was still not convinced to go see it. "It has vampires…" she sang out.

Now we're talking. "Fine," I gave in. "But if I don't like I'm heading over to see Dead Man's Blood, deal?"

"Deal," she chirped happily.

We grabbed our now melted ice creams and threw them away when I remembered something, "Oh wait, hang on a minute Jen I need to go inside and get this new art magazine that just came out." I handed the kitten over to Jen and was about to open the door when…

"Oof."

I wasn't sure what had happened. All that I knew was that I was on the ground with a dull pain around the left side of my forehead and at the back of my head, most likely from when I hit the concrete. I groaned and tried to sit up with one hand holding my temple to keep my vision from the slight spinning. I couldn't even manage to lift my headmore than a few inches before I fell back again. Black splotches danced at the edge of my vision but after a while they started to recede.

"…Oh man, I am so sorry! Are you okay?"

The voice barely penetrated my skull and only made it to my brain after a few sluggish seconds. My vision was finally starting to focus back to normal. Then I felt someone's hand on my back as they helped to steady me a bit. It was strong hold and for some reason it gave me chills. Probably because who's ever hand it belonged to was really cold, like someone was touching me with an ice cube cold.

"Hey, you all alright?" they repeated with worry and sincere concern. That voice sounded male but my head was still a bit fuzzy so I couldn't exactly place it but I knew I had heard it somewhere before...

I opened my eyes a crack to find the most electrifying and mesmerizing blue eyes I've ever seen. They had raven hair falling over them to give them a sort of enchanted look to them. And they were starring at me.

For a second I was lost in those eyes I wasn't even aware of anyone else until someone pushed the eyes away from my direct line of vision. "…Sam, Sam! Wake up!" Now this voice I instantly recognized.

"Jen?" I asked groggily, looking to see her above me with a look of worry etched over her face. "What the hell happened?" I groaned, now able to sit up on my own and began to rub my temples to ease the pain.

"Oh that god your okay," she let out a breath of relief clutching her chest, "Don't ever scare me like that Sam, you almost blacked out there for a second."

"Ugh…My head is killing me." It felt like I had been hit by a sledge hammer.

"Well I'm not surprised." I glanced over to where the new voice had come from to see a boy around my age with a red barrade on his head, he was wearing a military green vest, a yellow short sleeved shirt , green cargo shorts and had a PDA in one hand. Where had I seen him before? "We were all scared you had cracked your skull or something when you fell and hit your head on the ground like that."

"But your okay now right?" a new voice spoke and I found, as I turned my head and I saw that it was the same guy who had his hand on my back to hold me up. I couldn't help but feel a light blush creep up to my cheeks when I found myself practically in the arms of Danny Fenton.

"Yeah I'm fine," I said quickly getting up, trying to calm the knot in my stomach that had suddenly formed in my stomach.

"Are you sure?" he asked worried, "I'm really sorry for hitting you with the door like that; it was all my fault." He apologized helping me get to my feet and in the process sending another chill down my spine.

"It sure was," the guy with the PDA spoke up. "If you hadn't been text messaging and instead had been looking where you were going—you're just lucky that this girl didn't get a concussion."

"I said I was sorry Tuck," Danny snapped back at the boy named Tuck agitated.

"Really it's no problem…" I wavered off, turning my gaze away from his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered back lamely still not quite wanting to meet his eyes, "It's no big deal."

"I'm really sorry for that, I should have been watching where I was going," he said again his voice laced with guilt.

"Yeah, you should have," I shot back before I could stop myself; I guess the near concussion had jumbled my brain a bit.

"Yeah well." He chuckled lightly, rubbing a hand on the back of his head nervously, looking really cute.

Snap out of Sam!

Suddenly he gasped and I don't know whether it was my throbbing head, the heat, the fact that I was with a really cute guy, or all three but I could have sworn I had seen a blue mist coming out of his mouth.

"I have to go," he said quickly. "Again I'm really sorry, come on Tucker I forgot I had to go pick up a few things for Jazz."

"But isn't she in—Ow!" Tucker rubbed his arm, glaring at his friend before a strange look passed onto his face for a second. "Oh right," he said, his expression masked all of the sudden. "Let's go then. It was nice to meet you bye!" He waved good-bye and ran over to where Danny had already started up his motorcycle and as soon as his best friend had hoped on the side carriage he took off with a roar of the engine down the road. I started at their back s until they had turned the corner that lead to down town.

Okay that was a little weird…

"I don't believe it…"

"Don't believe what?" I asked, curiously, shaking out of my musings of the two boys' strange behavior to look over at Jennette, who was starring in a daze at where the motorcycle had gone.

"Danny Fenton talked to us," she squealed like an obsessed fan girl. "And you were practically in his arms!" She squealed again making me cringe at the noise.

Someone please shoot me.

"Will you pipe down," I hissed at her. Grabbing hold of my bag and my cat I started to walk away and towards my car as quickly as possible. "Let's just get out of here and go to the movies like we planned okay."

"Oh all right." She hopped into the passenger seat, not bothering to use the door since my car was a convertible. I shifted to drive and drove off towards the movie theatres in the opposite direction. We rode in silence, both of us enjoying the wind around us cooling us off a bit from the damn heat.

"So Sam," Jen yelled over the roar of my engine and the wind, "Are you sure you don't want to come to the dance? It'll be lots of fun. We can make fun of Paulina and her cronies and see which one of them dressed the sluttiest this year." she suggested, pulling the still nameless kitten in her lap.

I had to smile; that did sound like a bit of fun. However, my thoughts on how the Queen Bitch of Casper would manage to outdo herself from last year's outfit where she had nearly been arrested for looking like a hooker were interrupted by a red blinking E on my dashboard indicating my near empty gas tank.

"Hang on for a second I have to put in some gas." I turned the steering wheel, leading my car towards the nearest seven eleven.

"Seriously, Sam you need to get this thing fixed or something," Jen said as I stopped next to an open gas pump and got out of my car.

"Believe me if I could I would. I mean, do you know how hard it is to be someone who is against oil companies and yet my car seems to be the total opposite." I pulled out my wallet and got out almost half of my last pay check.

"Then have it upgraded. I hear that's a lot cheaper," she countered offhandedly, leaning back to stare up at a loose piece of hair on her face. She began playing with it while she waited for me to fill up.

"Not cheap enough. Not with my job," I reminded her.

"You know, I'm pretty sure that there are a few child labors laws against the way that Clare has you working like a slave."

"Whatever," I looked through my wallet and realized that I had forgotten my gas card. "Shit!"

"What is it?" Jen asked worriedly, sitting upright.

"I forgot my gas card," I turned to face her and sighed. "I'll just have to go inside and get gas the old fashion way I guess." I reached over to the car ignition and plucked my keys out of them, mostly out of habit. Even though I'm pretty sure no one would even want to steal my car, especially when there was someone in it, I wasn't going to take any chances and I sure as hell wasn't going to leave my keys in the ignition with someone next to it that had failed her driver's ed. classes eight times. I quickly plucked them out in one fluid motion; I didn't even notice that my phone had slipped out of my pocket.

A mistake I was soon about to regret.

I started walking towards the store. "Get me a Snicker!" I heard Jen call out from behind me. I chuckled lightly at me friend's slight obsession with the bar of chocolate as I stepped inside. I heard the sound of bells ringing overhead.

I walked over to the counter where the employee was currently busy reading a magazine. I grabbed the candy and placed it on the counter. "Gas for pump number eight," I said quickly.

He merely grunted and rang me up, punching in some numbers on the cash register. I handed him the money and he gave me my change and receipt all while never bothering to take his eyes off the magazine.

My eyes narrowed at the guy for being so rude but I held back the sarcastic comment that was about to come out. I should be used to this by now since I get this sort of attitude all the time at school and from Clare.

I stuffed my change into my pocket and grabbed the candy bar before I made my way to my car. Jen's back was hunched over and facing me.

"Hey I'm back," I announced my presence making her jump nearly two feet in the air and whirl around me pale faced.

She evened out her breathing, clutching her heart. "Geez Sam, you scared me."

"Well sorry," I smirked at her holding up her treat in front of her like bait. "But I thought you would have wanted this."

"Yeah, uh-huh, that's great."

Okay that threw me for a loop, since when did Jennette Grommer not take notice of a Snickers bar?

"Hey, remember when you said that you didn't have a good enough reason for going to the Halloween Dance?"

"Yeeeaaaahhhh…" I said warily. A feeling at the pit of my stomach was gnawing inside, telling me that I wouldn't like where this conversation was going.

"Well, now you do!" she chirped, throwing her hands in the air as she proclaimed the next part for dramatic effect. "Samantha Manson, I just got you a date with,wait for it... Ghost Boy!"

My mind and body just completely froze and my mouth hung open, gaping at her.

'…'

"Uh… Sam? Hello…Sam?"

"…"

"Sam?" she asked nervously.

Just then everything came back to me along with my speech.

"YOU DID WHAT!?"

There we go. Stay tuned for the next chapter when Sam attempts to kill Jennette.

Thank-you to all of those who stuck by me despite my lack of updating and a special thanks to my new beta-reader inukagome15. With out her this would have been a piece of shit.