Don't Touch Her

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow Sam." We were standing outside her house on her front porch. Both of us had been avoiding eye contact and barely talking since we left the park.

"Mmm." I was awaken to someone moaning and moving on my chest. I slowly opened my eyes to a beautiful sight. Sam's head was resting on my chest, her arms wrapped around my waist. I had my arm wrapped around her shoulder and my hand lying on the exposed skin of her stomach.

I wanted to stay there, in that moment, forever. But, sadly, I usually don't get what I want. Sam started moaning and yawning again, and her eyes started to flutter open. I quickly closed my eyes and started to open them when she tried to move out of my embrace, so she thought I was waking up as well.

"Um," I stuttered and we both stared at each other for a second. Sam was holding my arm in the air, like she was in the process of removing it from her shoulder. "Morning."

"More like afternoon." Sam finished removing herself from my grasp and stood up. She looked at the sky and signed. "It's almost dark; we should get home, before my parents have a cow."

"Alright." I stood up and we both started walking in the direction of Sam's house.

"You don't have to walk me home Danny." Sam stated, but didn't look my way. "I'm a big girl, I can handle myself."

"You say that every time I walk you home, and I always reply with the same statement. 'I like walking you home.'" I said like it was obvious that I liked walking her home.

"Whatever, and about our little nap, I know I was nothing, but Tucker would turn it into a something. So let's just put it in under the 'Never Mention Again' file."

I gave her a sad glance, but quickly sucked it up and smiled in her direction. "Whatever you say."

We didn't really talk much after that.

"I'll see you tomorrow Danny." Sam smiled at me and then started opening the front door.

I grabbed her hand before she could make it all the way inside. She turned her head towards me with a confused look.

"Don't worry about finding a date, you'll get one." I gave her a reassuring smile, and she gave me a thankful look.

"Thanks Danny." She squeezed my hand before releasing it and walked into her house.

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"So I've decided that I'm going to try to get a date for the dance. If that doesn't work out, then I'll go stag with you and hit on the girls that come to the dance dateless. Sound good?" Tucker stated his plan to me at our lunch table inside.

"Dude, do whatever you want. Either way I'm dateless." I grumbled and leaned my head in my hand.

"Well you could always ask a girl out that's not Sam. It would only be for one night, and then you could become friends. Sam's going to the dance with someone else, why can't you? It wouldn't mean anything." Tucker munched on his hamburger.

"It might mean something to Sam, the only girl I want to go with. She might think I like my date. And my date may think I like them and they might like me. I don't want to use anyone. Plus, I wouldn't have a good time. I'm not going to have a good time in general, because Sam will be with another dude on the dance floor."

"If you know you're not going to have fun, why are you going?"

"For moral support." We turned around to see Sam walking up from behind me and taking her seat beside me. "He has to be there incase my date tries to cop a feel."

"Trust me; he wouldn't be able to get his hands close to you. They'd be ripped off." I gave her a devilish smile.

"See." She ruffled my hair. "I need my fearless hero."

I gave a halfhearted chuckle. "Almost fearless."

"Well what are you afraid of? Ghost? Spiders? Puberty?" We all laughed at her assumptions.

"Well hero, what's your fear?" Sam shoved my shoulder playfully. I gave a nervous chuckle and was about to make something up, we I was interrupted.

"Hey Sam."

I didn't know whether to be thankful or to mourn at Kyle's arrival.

"Hey Kyle, what's up?" Sam turned behind us to look up at Kyle.

"Well, I was wondering if I could ask you something." Kyle gave her a sideways smile.

"Oh." Sam gave Tucker and I a nervous look, because we all knew what he was about to ask.

"Yea, it's about the dance." Kyle grinned and reached a hand out to touch Sam's cheek.

But right before he reached her I grabbed his wrist and stood up, glaring daggers at him.

"Hey!" Kyle yelled.

"Danny!" Sam gasped.

"Don't touch her. And she already has a date moron." I growled before releasing his hand and sitting back down.

Kyle rubbed where my hand had grasped him a few seconds ago. "Is that true Sam?"

"Um,I-I." She stuttered with her words before taking a deep breath. "Yes Kyle, I'm sorry."

"But who? I thought you couldn't go with Danny."

Sam looked at Kyle in disbelief "You know about the bet."

"Uh, yea, everyone does. I thought that I could make your life easier by helping you."

"Well, thanks but I'm good. And no, Danny isn't my date. I'm not saying who my date is, because I don't want Paulina to find out."

"Oh, ok."

She bit her bottom lip, looking guilty. "I'm sorry Kyle."

"It's ok, I'll see you later. We're still on to work on our projects after school right?"

"Yea, definitely." She reassured him.

"Ok cool." Kyle turned his eyes towards me. "Later Dan-Dan."

"Don't make me hurt you." I said nonchalantly, but my eyes told him that I was serious.

He just smiled and walked away.

"I. Hate. Him." I grumbled and glared at him walking figure.

"Danny." I turned towards Sam stern voice, which probably meant I was in trouble.

"Yes?" I tried to sound innocent and gave her a small smile, but I didn't work.

"What the hell was that?! Grabbing his wrist like that and tell him I have a date, which I don't!" She exploded, her face was turning red and her eyebrows we scrunched in a frown line.

"Well, you said you didn't want to go with him! I was just making your life easier!" I shouted back, not knowing why she was so upset. If anything, I helped her!

"Lying is never easier! And that doesn't explain why you almost broke his wrist!"

"I wasn't going to break it, maybe a light sprain. And he was about to touch you!"

"So?" Although she had stopped yelling, Sam looked confused at my explanation.

"I don't like it when he touches you." I mumbled

"Why?"

Before I could lie my way out of the situation, my ghost sense went off. I did a silent prayer of thanks and then stood up.

"Ghost." I said before rushing out of the cafeteria.

"This conversation isn't over Fenton!" I heard Sam yell before I made it through the doors.