Untouched Desires

She never questioned where he ran off too, or why he always appeared bruised and bloody. She didn't wonder why he looked like the legendary Phantom who tormented Amity Park. She couldn't imagine what desires clouded those eyes whenever she touched him. She only asked how she could possibly fall for the bad guy, her step brother.

Kiss of Death

"You kissed Danny?"

Sam rolled her eyes, writing the last bit of words into her diary entry. The queen sized bed felt comfortable underneath her bare legs. "Danny kissed me, Tucker." She closed her diary and put it into her backpack. Then she crossed her legs and watched Tucker pace around the room.

"So let me get this straight. You kissed Danny-"

"Danny kissed me."

"And that's it? You're not falling for him?" Tucker gave her a look of both hope and disappointment. Really, the boy had no faith in her.

"No Tucker, I'm not falling for Danny." She pictured the bonehead and frowned. "One kiss isn't going to change the fact that he's a cocky prick who disposes of girls like tissues."

Even hearing her assured words, the techno geek didn't seem as convinced. He sighed. "You don't get it, Sam. That's how it starts. Danny doesn't just kiss anyone."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Tucker adjusted his beret nervously. "It's not my place to say..."

"Tucker, spit it out."

Hesitantly, he took a seat on the bed beside her. "Danny was really close to his mom until she left him, but after that, never let anyone touch him. He was really messed up Sam; keeping to himself and hiding secrets. He picked a fight with anyone who came near him. It was...scary." He swallowed and shook his head. "But one day he was just...different. He dated girls and did other stuff, yeah, but he never kissed them. Paulina was so heart broken when he refused to give her one when a photographer asked."

Sam stared at Tucker in utter disbelief. What playboy didn't kiss girls? "So you're telling me the guy who doesn't kiss anyone, kissed me?" This had to be a joke. "Why would he do that?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," Tucker groaned. "Look, I'll talk to him. Just promise me you'll avoid Danny for now."

She stared at him doubtfully. "That's kind of hard to do, Tucker, considering we live in the same house." Not that Danny was ever there to see.

"I'm serious, Sam. Ever since you got here Danny's been acting strange."

"So it's my fault?" She snorted. "Is it for better or for worse?"

Tucker adjusted his glasses. "I'm not sure yet."

The goth frowned. She wasn't sure how this plan was going to work. Avoiding Danny was like trying to eat without swallowing, but she owed Tucker that much. He was her only real friend, after all.

"Okay. I'll try my best," she agreed.

She received the call from Gregor the next day. "Samantha." He said her name with mock politeness. "It's so nice to hear your voice again."

"Cut the bull crap," Sam growled into the phone. "What do you want?"

"No need to be chatty, Samantha. I believe we had an agreement."

Sam groaned. If he didn't watch it she was going to punch him in the face. "Yes, I know." She sighed.

"Good. I have a party to attend to tonight and I need a date."

"Better go find a girl desperate enough," she laughed.

There was a pause. "I'm trying to be nice here, Samantha. If you want to back out, I'll be happy to. Please understand I am a man of my word and I will expose your little secret."

The smug expression on the goth's face disappeared. "What time is it?" Sam demanded.

She could practically see his grin. "Six thirty. Wear something sexy." And then he hung up.

That gave Sam about fifteen minutes to get ready. Bastard. She charged up the stairs and into her mother's closet. Strangely enough they were the same size, even though her mom claimed it was all natural.

Sam found a nice long black dress V neck with a slit on the side. Hopefully it appealed to Gregor's "sexy" demand or whatever. Groaning, Sam went to her own room to search for a pair of heels.

"Why, Sam, if you wanted me so bad all you had to do was ask."

She glared at the boy lying on her bed, one hand over his abdomen as he made it clear he was checking her out. Sam groaned. "Don't you have somewhere to disappear to?" She walked over to the closet and started digging.

"Where are you going?" Danny's voice was at her ear. She felt the heat from his body on her back. "Or more importantly, with who?"

"I have a date," she murmured. Let him make what he wanted out of that! Turning, she shoved him in the chest. "And can you please back off? I'm running late."

His face was all serious, before the usual smug expression covered his features. "If you're trying to make me jealous, it's working." He grinned and then his face was serious again. He took a strand of her raven hair and tucked it behind her ear. "We never did finish our discussion."

Her cheeks burned, but she brushed it off with the shake of her head. "And I told you I'm running late." She crouched near the bed and found her heel hanging out with dust bunnies and cobwebs. She reached a hand out and pulled them out, taking a seat on the bed.

Danny, who was now rubbing his jaw in deep thought, stared. "So, who is he?"

"What?" Sam demanded, trying to buy herself some time.

"Your date."

Ugh, why did Danny have to be pushy today of all days? Obviously telling him Gregor was up to something would probably make him go out and do something stupid. So Sam said the first name that popped into her head.

"Tucker." Did she seriously just say that?

It was clear Danny didn't believe that lie either. He chuckled, holding his side. "No, seriously." He said once his laughter ceased.

Sam frowned. "I am serious." She stood up and found herself eye to eye with the bad boy in her heels. The atmosphere in the room changed to something warmer and Sam swallowed, breaking eye contact. "I'm leaving now." She picked up her purse and ran out the door before Danny could convince her otherwise.

"You told him what?!"

Sam flinched as she drove her fuel efficient vehicle down the road.

"Would you rather he have murdered Gregor? Or, I don't know, kissed me again?" Sam growled, causing her car to veer into the other lane. The car beside her honked and Sam swore, easing back into the right lane of traffic.

"Do you want me dead! Do you know what Danny does to guys that take his girls away? Shit, I'm gonna die..." Tucker's voice trailed off into a pathetic cry for help.

The goth rolled her unusually violet eyes. "Oh, relax Tucker. This is Danny. You guys have been friends forever." She set the phone down on the dashboard and put it on speaker. "Besides, Danny doesn't even like me."

"Oh, that's what you think Sam!" Tucker complained back. "Haven't I told you Danny's different around you? I don't know what it is yet, but there's something..."

Even through a phone call Sam's cheeks were burning. "I gotta go Tuck." She clicked the end button, despite his complaints, and eased the car to the curb. She put her head on the steering wheel and tried not to get caught up icy blue eyes.

Honestly, what was up with that guy? One day he's acting like she's contagious, the next its like she's some form of catnip.

And now she had to deal with a guy she really didn't like just because he thought something was going on between her and Danny, but that was crazy.

Right?