Chapter 6

The classroom was completely empty, Sam noted as she walked into the biology lab. She put her things down and waited, looking to the clock every little while. Now, it was already 9:04 AM, yet there wasn't a soul inside the classroom. Confused by the lack of chattering students and late teachers, the Goth stepped out to the hallway to find it devoid of any life. Now thoroughly annoyed, she walked to the other side of the hall, checking the other classes for anyone. Once she reached the main doors of the building, she heard a faint cheering coming from the outside. Once she exited the school, Sam could see what all the commotion was about.

In the middle of the quad, there were students throwing water balloons, shooting water guns at each other and sipping cold drinks, uncaring that their non waterproof clothing were getting soaked. The teachers were angrily yelling at the delinquents to stop only to be drenched with water. Searching for a familiar face, Sam dodged the onslaught of various liquids coming from all sides to the designated 'Safe Spot'. In the middle of a group of mostly girls, there were the popular kids fawning over a single girl; a single blonde, stupid, terrible girl who was basking in her newfound popularity.

"Sammy!" she squealed, jumping up to hug her. "You're not having fun?" she asked, faking disappointment.

"No I'm not," the other twin gritted out. "Why are you here?"

Allyson put on a bright smile and cocked her head to the side, seemingly bemused. "I wanted to give your classmates a 'good job for making it through the year' party. We did it all the time in Louisiana."

"Well we don't do it here. Get rid of all this stuff!"

"But everyone's having so much fun!"

"Yeah, Goth Freak!" Paulina agreed, standing up with her arms crossed. "Go away if you don't like the party," she growled with her annoyingly nasal voice.

"Argh!" Sam shouted, making her way into the school to retrieve her schoolbag.

Thankfully inside, the dark haired teen threw her clenched fist into a locker, noticeably denting the metal. Now calmer than five minutes ago, Sam opened her locker and took out her book bag, filling it with anything she could get her hands on. Once done, she slammed the door shut and stalked out the school, not noticing the water balloon flying her way.

"Look out!" a voice yelled, just as the offending projectile hit her square in the face. Now drenched like the rest of the school- though a lot angrier- Sam glared frighteningly at the tan Latino that stood a few feet away, smirking.

She was just about to stomp over to her and gag her to death with her bare hands when the voice spoke again.

"Let it go, Sam," they said.

When she whizzed around to face the person, she was not in the mood to talk. She recognized the voice as Christopher Donovan, her idiot science project partner who barely ever showed up to school, or more importantly, science class. They were paired up by the teacher and supposed to be doing a summative project about air pollution, but he hasn't showed his face in ages, leaving Sam to do all of the work. "Whatever," she muttered, walking away from the school.

"Do you want a ride home?" he asked, flicking his blonde fringe out of his brown eyes.

"No."

"Just let me give you a ride," he said, catching up to her. "It's the least I could do for not helping out with the project."

She caught a glimpse of his genuinely sorry face and stopped for a moment, sighing before turning to the parking lot. He stopped her before she got too far and gestured her to follow him to the curb of the school.

When she saw his ride, she paused again, staring face to face with a shiny, red motorcycle.

"Don't be shy," Christopher smiled. "Here," he said, handing her a red and black helmet, "safety first."

She accepted the helmet but didn't get on.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"You didn't say you rode a motorcycle," she stated.

She could feel him rolling his eyes behind his helmet. He got off of the fake leather seat and took the helmet from her hands, putting it on her head for her. Christopher got on the seat again as they both heard loud, angry footsteps. They both raised their heads and watched as an unhappy Fenton walked right to them with crossed arms.

"What are you doing?" he hissed.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Getting a ride home," she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

His eyes narrowed considerably. "Not by him, on that."

"You don't decide who I get rides from and what I ride!" she yelled.

"Look, Sam, I'm sorry about everything, but you can't ride that with him," he said sternly.

"Watch me," she snapped, getting onto the motorcycle and clinging to Christopher a bit too tight for her already jealous boyfriend's comfort.

They rode off in the direction of her house before he could get another word in. He angrily glared at them as the two rode off toward her house, glued to the spot. He would have to 'investigate' this.

('.')…

The thrill was amazing to say the least; riding on the back of a motorcycle was different from flying with Danny- not as exciting, but just as fun.

"Having fun?" the brown eyed boy yelled over the roaring engine.

Normally, Sam would have protested and demanded that he use a different, more eco friendly vehicle, but she was having too much fun at the moment to argue. "Yeah!" she replied, equally loud.

When they reached the rather large Manson home, Sam got off the seat and handed the blonde his helmet back.

"Thanks for the ride."

"No problem," he said, flashing a grin. "I'll be at science tomorrow by the way."

She gave a small smile back and walked inside.

(A/N): I thought I'd just ruin Sam and Danny's relationship a little more by adding Christopher… sorry! But really, this chapter was only to show how dysfunctional their relationship is getting so yeah… Review please!

Btw, I'm thinking of changing my pen name... so if my name is one day something else, don't get confused! :)