Hey everyone! I am trying to update as quick as I can, but I think that I will end up doing it every weekend. As long as I don't turn into one of those once a month authors, I think I'm ok.

I feel bad torturing Danny this whole story, but it had to be done. Before I post this chapter, I have to ask you to please, don't be mad at Danny. He's just a little, upset.

Another thing is that, you'll see, I try not to use the word 'love' when talking about Sam and Danny. I honestly don't think two freshmen in high school know exactly what love is, heck I know I don't. At this age, I think they do know that they have 'feelings' for each other, so those are more of the types of words I use in the story.

Just to clarify, this story is being told from the future by Danny. I think by the end of the story, everything should be explained. Ok enough of me, time for the story.

Disclaimer: Don't own Danny Phantom, if I did I wouldn't have taken out all the D/S like they seemed to have. (What the heck happened to all the D/S?)

Chapter 7: Playing a Game

We walked into Sam's room, and quietly sat in our usual spots (me at the foot of the bed and her at the head). It was obvious to me at that today was not the day to tell Sam how I felt about her. (A/N don't kill me, its just part of the story!) I didn't move, not taking my eyes off of my hands. Sam sat still for a moment, and then grabbed her backpack and pulled out her math textbook.

The scene from only a few minutes ago kept replaying in my mind. Each time the kiss lasted longer. Danny. Suddenly a new person took Nicholas's place. Danny. It was me, standing there with Sam, I leaned in… "Danny!" Sam yelled, finally getting my attention.

"What? Oh, sorry Sam. I guess I was kinda spacing out." I said, trying to shake away my thoughts (they were going to get me in trouble, making me more jealous and even more angry).

"Ok Danny, what do you not understand?" she asked while taking out some other papers. I was lost in thought.

I don't understand why it took my so long to realize something that everyone at school already knew. I don't understand how you can like a jerk like Nicholas. I d-"

"Danny!" Sam yelled, louder than the first time. I snapped my head up, and gave her my attention. "Is there anything that we have gone over that you are still confused about?"

"Umm… I don't know, we went over a lot of stuff." I answered finally, pushing away the emotions.

"Well take out your notes and see if there is anything that looks confusing." She said, grabbing my backpack off of the floor and thrusting it in my lap.

Good, something to do with my mind to keep it off of…

I then pulled out several crumpled papers, and remembered back to this morning when I had ran into Nicholas and knocked my math notes out of my backpack.

("Someone's a tad late, now isn't he." Nicholas mocked.

"Right back at you." I said angrily, cramming the papers that had fallen out of my backpack back in, crumpling them in the process.)

I snapped. It was the last straw and I couldn't keep all the emotions inside any longer. My face grew red and I clenched my fists. Then I thrust a finger accusingly into Sam's confused face.

"How could you be with a jackass like that!" I yelled. Sam's face was then a mixture of confusion and hurt.

"What are you talking about Danny?" she asked, pushing the finger out of her face.

"What am I talking about? I'm talking about that sorry excuse for a human being that you call a boyfriend!" I stood up from the bed, throwing my hands into the air.

"Nicholas? Who said anything about him being my boyfriend?" Sam asked defensively, not moving from her spot on the bed and obviously taken aback by my sudden outburst.

"Sam don't play stupid, I saw him kiss you outside! And I bet it wasn't the first time today!" Her patience left her at that statement.

"You were spying on me? I can't believe you were spying on me!" She stood up and waved her hands angrily in my face.

"I wasn't spying, I was waiting for you after you stood me up! You know I never thought that you would put him before me! I mean come on Sam, I'm your best friend!" I walked a few steps away from Sam and turned my back, satisfied with the point I had just made. I didn't expect what she said next.

"What about all the times you put Paulina before me! Huh? What about all the times you blew me off to be with her! I apologized, Danny! Which is more than you've ever done!" I turned back around to see Sam's angry face. Suddenly, I felt guilty… which was quickly replaced by more anger when she continued. "At least Nicholas actually likes me for who I am! Unlike Paulina who won't even give you the time of day! He makes me feel special, Danny! I know he wouldn't act like this!"

"Ugh! I am done having this conversation!" I marched over to my backpack and started throwing the papers back into it, again crumpling them. I threw it over my shoulder and started to leave.

"Don't like to hear the truth, huh!" Sam yelled as I walked out of her room. I heard the door slam behind me. It dawned on me that Sam is obviously a much better arguer than I am. I marched down the steps of her house and all the way back to mine. I threw open the front door and tossed my backpack onto the couch.

"Hey Danny. Hey what's wrong?" Jazz said with increasing volume, as I was stomping up the stairs to my room. She stood for a second at the bottom of the stairs, and then heard my door slam. "I'll ask later." She said to herself.

I fell onto my back, lying on my bed (sheeze I do that a lot, don't I). "Well, that could have gone better," I said quietly. I remembered that fact that I had gone over to Sam's place with the intensions of telling her how I felt about her… feel about her. "That's it I guess, she's still with Nicholas and now I'm sure she hates me.

I spent the remainder of the weekend actually studying, trying to keep my mind occupied. Every time I thought of Sam, it just made me mad. Tucker came over Sunday evening, I hadn't seen him since he left to go to Valerie's on Friday. At least someone's plan had worked out.

"Danny!" Tucker said, running into my room. He had sounded anxious to tell me something over the phone, but he said he wanted to tell me in person.

"What?" I said, looking up from my history book (wow, there's nothing like a huge fight to make you study).

"It's about Nicholas." Tucker was out of breath from running, or at least power walking, all the way to my house. He sat down on the bed in front of me. I looked back down at my book.

"Don't care Tuck."

"Look, Sam told me what happened and…"

"So she told you that she kissed Nicholas?" I asked, not looking up from my book.

"Umm… no, but that makes it even more important that I tell you-"

"Tucker, I don't care about Nicholas or Sam or anything involving them. I'm done dealing with it." I cut Tucker off again, this obviously irritated him because he practically yelled the next thing he said.

"Nicholas doesn't care about Sam! He's just playing a game!"

I looked up.

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Short chapter, I know. The next chapter will be longer, I swear. Ok it's your turn. I left this one at a cliffy so if you want relief, ya gotta review! So lets do it to it people! See yall next chapter.

True Always

Snapcat