Okay guys, this is Chapter 4 revised, I hope that it meets the standards of you all.
Keyarrah
"I'm going to ask this once and only once," Roxie said with an annoyed glare. "WHY THE HELL AM I DRESSED LIKE A CUPCAKE?!"
Annica sighed in annoyance, as if she'd already gone over this about a thousand times, which in fact she had.
"Language..." she chastised, ignoring the way Roxie glared at her and rolled her eyes.
"And look. I'm not going to sit back and let my father be hurt. You told me to sleep on it. I did. Now, as pissed off as I am at him, which might I add is extremely pissed, he doesn't deserve this, and neither does my family in general." she explained.
"...Okay. We get that. But why are we dressed like preps on speed?" Sam asked dully.
Annica beamed at her. "Because we need to be for my grand plan. I told you I slept on it. And now, a week later, I am ready to initiate my master plan."
Emma rolled her eyes, and to Jazz she murmured, "Bet ya five bucks we get suspended..." to which Jazz snorted.
"Uggh. I'm wearing PINK." Roxie groaned loudly in exasperation.
It was true. The girls were dressed as "Cupcakes", which is what Casper called their pep squad.
Casper had to be the most spirited school on the face of the planet. They not only had a pep squad, but a cheerleading squad, a drill team, a group of twirlers, and of course almost every sport you could think of for these squads to cheer for.
Their school mascot was still being decided upon, seeing as everyone had his or her different opinions on what it should be. Paulina for instance thought that it should be a giant pink bunny with a giant lilac 'cheer purse'.
Sam bluntly stated that if they did that, that she'd shoot it. Emma was about to laugh until she saw the evil look on her friend's face. Scary much?
Sam gave a sigh, and looked down at what she was wearing for about the seven-hundredth time in the last three minutes. She wore a white t-shirt with dark purple shadowing and a bright sky and cobalt blue mixed pleated skirt, with blue platform sandals that of course had a cherry button on the front strap. Leave it up to Annica to somehow come up with these outfits and then force them all to wear them.
She sighed as she eyed the picture of a cupcake on the center of the shirt which annoyingly enough also adorned a giant bright red cherry. It didn't help that the cherry was bright red, and every time it caught her eye and made her look down, it looked like she was checking out her own boobs...
'At least I'm not alone,' she thought with a sigh as she eyed her friends.
They were all wearing the exact same thing; the only difference was in their shirt colors. All the shirts were white, but the shadowing was respectively different.
Jazz's was electric blue, Annica's was shocking neon green, which was much different than what she would normally wear, Roxie's was pink (much to her horror), and Emma's was a bright sunset orange.
They were all forced to wear red lipstick, (which actually didn't bother Roxie much, since she did it already) and told to style their hair differently than usual for 'appeal'. Jazz had straightened her hair, and let it flair out at the end in what she referred to as a "rockstar chic" look, Annica had straightened her naturally wavy hair, Roxie had put her black and red streaked hair up in a ponytail which curled at the end, Emma had tied her hair up in a long ponytail and let two wisps of hair frame her face, and Sam...Sam had let her hair down.
It wasn't as if it was a big deal, or at least it wouldn't have been if Sam had done it more often. She straightened it, and it hung well below her shoulders.
"Oh my god..." Jazz gasped when she saw her.
"Sam, you look awesome." Emma had smiled in awe.
"Yeah, yeah." Sam simply sighed, running a hand through her long, silky raven locks. Now the five of them stood in Roxie's dorm room, just fixing themselves up before it was time to head down to the courtyard where apparently Annica's "grand plan" would be taking place.
"So what exactly are we planning to do here, Miss. Mastermind?" Jazz asked Annica.
"Mmk. This is what's gonna happen..." Annica explained her 'brilliant plan' once more for the next twelve and a half minutes before the girls set off to complete Annica's plan.
The next thing the girls knew they were about to be pushed out onto the field...in front of the entire school...
Sam walked behind the stands timidly, only to bump into...the one and only Danny Fenton, all decked out in his football uniform.
As she landed flat on her butt, the only thing going through her mind was,
'Please let me get amnesia…Please let me forget I just did that…'
"Oh! Hey Sam. Sorry about that. You okay?" Danny asked, giving her a hand to help her up.
She sat there in the somewhat moist grass just staring at his hand for what felt like forever, until she regained her senses, felt her butt getting damp, and took it.
Sam felt her heart palpitating what felt like a thousand beats a minute, and as Danny helped her up, she barely noticed that he hadn't let go of her hand. He stood there staring at her for a moment, not saying anything. He looked into her eyes for a moment, before studying her further.
"You…look different…besides the…erm…new wardrobe." Danny smiled awkwardly, tilting his head to the side like a small, innocent child.
Sam gave a small laugh, wondering where she'd found her voice from, and replied, "I let my hair down."
"Oh…well…you should…just…do it more, okay?" Danny said, his tone making it seem more like a question than anything.
Sam gave a small nod, and a soft smile, and before she knew it, Danny was leaning in. He cupped her face gently and just as Sam closed her eyes, bracing herself for the kiss that she'd pictured him placing on her soft lips so many times in each and every dream and daydream she'd had about him, he picked a blade of grass off the side of her cheek, and beamed at his work.
"That's better…uhm…Sam, you okay?" Danny asked her, noticing her closed eyes, and expression.
Sam's heart deflated. "Yeah. I've…just got a headache. Thought I'd close my eyes for a moment, that's all." She murmured, feeling her heart sink into her stomach.
"Oh okay. Well, feel better. I gotta go. Later Manson!" He called, running off.
"It's okay." She heard Jazz whisper in her ear. "He can only be so oblivious for so long."
Sam wondered how long Jazz had been there as she sighed, depressed and disappointed. She should have known better than to have such an idiotic false hope.
As time went on, the Casper High Ghouls had scored a few downs, but the Harrison High Moguls were ahead by one point. Annica anticipated the ending of the game, only because it was when she would go on with her friends.
The only problem with this was, they were going against the official Cupcakes, which of course consisted of Paulina and her 'crew'.
Emma flirted with an injured player, biting her lip every so often and giggling at what he said, even if it made absolutely no sense to her. She might as well get some fun within this horror, and if it meant confusing an air headed jock, then so be it.
Sam sat with Jazz and Roxie watching Danny sprint backwards as the ball soared through the air. There were twelve seconds on the clock…and as soon as the clock got down to two, Danny caught the ball in a jump, and rolled into a touchdown.
The crowd screamed his name, and there were foghorns being blown all over the place. It sort of reminded Sam why she stayed away from public events such as these, even if it was Danny, these things were all the same to her: loud and stupid.
Danny flashed a dazzling smile toward his sister, and she returned it. "C'mon!" Jazz cried, excitedly, yanking Sam toward the middle of the field where his team, a few fans, and a bunch of cheerleaders were stampeding Danny.
Sam ran along, though not as enthused as her friend, until she felt her heart being smashed into thousands of little pieces.
There was Danny…in a congratulatory lip-lock with Paulina.
The last words she heard before she felt her eyes well up with tears was,
"Hey! Guys! Let's go! We're on after this!"
It felt official. She, Samantha Elizabeth Manson, was officially heartbroken and alone.