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Chapter 21

Sam was only slightly surprised when Danny phased into her room without knocking. She really didn't think he'd stop chasing her, trying to get her to talk to him. But the truth was, she didn't want to talk. She didn't want to talk again for the rest of her life, because talking was what had gotten her into this mess in the first place. She babbled and made a stupid wish. She babbled and made the worst friend who turned out to be her worst enemy. Babbling did her no good. So she wouldn't do it anymore.

And besides. She couldn't face him. Not after what her actions had caused him.

"Sam, just talk to me," Danny said. The Goth was shaking her head, resting her back against the wall opposite her bed. All she'd wanted to do was crawl into bed, get underneath her covers and never come out, but she wanted to have the covers and pillows cleaned and the mattress burned and a new one bought because she would not sleep on a place where she was betrayed. On the place where Danny was betrayed.

"Sam," she'd been avoiding making eye contact with him, but after ten minutes of him pestering her, she finally looked up and met his eyes.

She'd known that if she'd looked up into his eyes, she'd start talking. "It's my fault."

Danny hadn't expected her to say that. "What's your fault?"

She shook her head and looked away. "Everything." She took a deep breath, and continued. "Earlier that night, I'd called Dash and ended whatever was between him and Paulina. Even though ultimately it was a move that would push her life to the best, I still did it out of revenge. Paulina had tampered with my life on many occasions, and I was so sick of it, and of not doing the same, so I just.. I'd reached my end point. But it was stupid and idiotic and if I hadn't done it then–"

"Sam," Danny was gaping at her. "You didn't tell Paulina to call me afterwards. You didn't tell her to do what she did. That wasn't your fault."

"No, but it was," Sam chuckled at the situation she was in humorlessly. "When it's you and Paulina Sanchez, you always have to be the better person, because she won't occupy that place. When I did that with Dash, I wasn't being the better person."

"Alright, fine," Danny seemed too frustrated with her at this point. "So say you did what you did. And it was bad. But what Paulina did was worse. You can't compare what you did to her to what she did to you."

"I'm comparing what she did to me to what I did to you," Sam said angrily. "I have my virginity back. Paulina, no matter how powerful she thinks she is, couldn't tamper with that. But what about you? Danny, she played you – she played us both – but you were the one who ended up getting hurt. She stole your virginity in the end and that was my fault."

"Listen to me," Sam was so surprised that she hadn't even noticed the strides that Danny had taken to her. He'd grasped her arms and was staring at her eyes intently. "Do you hear yourself? What you're saying is exactly what she wanted. She wanted to hurt me to hurt you, and I won't let her do that. I don't care that the wish only worked for you – I don't care that she stole my virginity. I only care about you. And if the wish worked on you, then I don't care if it didn't work on me."

Sam was shaking her head throughout his entire speech, because she couldn't believe after everything that happened and after everything she'd he could still maintain his selflessness when it came to protecting her. "That's not fair for you, Danny."

Danny shook his head right back at her. "I don't care."

"No. No." Sam shoved him away, glaring at him. She was getting pissed. Danny shouldn't be the person to fall under the gun each and every single time. He already got beat up and battered when it came to ghosts – he shouldn't end up being the person hurt when it came to her too.

But Sam knew her boyfriend, and she knew that no matter what she said, she wouldn't make him change his mind. She was getting angrier and angrier as she thought about it – angrier at him and with him. She knew that snapping at him would only make things worse, but she welcomed the words as they flowed out of her mouth. "You should've noticed."

"I know."

"No, Danny," she glared at him. "You should have noticed."

"Don't you think I know that?" Danny glared at her as well. "I did notice that something was up, but how the hell was I supposed to know that this was it? Sam, you should've told me the minute it happened. You should've told me."

Sam sighed, stuck. "I know."

"You know?" Danny frowned at her. "What kind of answer is that?"

"The only one I've got," Sam told him.

Danny shook his head at her. "What I don't understand is why? Why didn't you tell me?"

Sam sighed in frustration and looked away. She started pacing around in her own little bubble, not knowing what to do with the situation.

She looked back up at him with a pained expression. "You slept with Paulina."

"I thought it was you," Danny said.

"My fault too," Sam sighed, resting her back on the wall again and banging her head against it.

"Yes, it was," Sam looked at him with a look of confusion at his next words. "What kind of girlfriend doesn't tell her boyfriend something like this?"

Even though his response was so unlike him, so unlike the Danny she'd known for all her life and the Danny who was just defending her moments ago, Sam glared at him right back. "What kind of boyfriend doesn't even notice when his girlfriend isn't his girlfriend? And what kind of boyfriend sleeps with someone else other than his girlfriend!"

"I didn't know!" Danny said. "Because you didn't tell me that she wasn't my girlfriend."

Sam shook her head at him. "We make a pretty awful couple. Maybe we shouldn't even be boyfriend and girlfriend if all of this managed to slip by us."

"You're right," Danny glared even harder. "Maybe we should break up."

"No, it's done, it's over," Sam shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "We're over."

Sam inwardly sighed. When she looked back up at Danny, he was staring at her in disbelief, slightly shaking his head at her. Sam was about to say something – she didn't even remember what it was now – when Danny's lips were on hers.

He cupped her cheeks and brought her even closer to him and kissed her – really kissed, her, as if they'd been separated for a long time and had finally been reunited. And in a way, they had.

Sam lost herself. She'd almost forgotten how good it was to kiss Danny, to feel his hands on her, to feel his touch on her skin. She hungrily roamed her hands and felt for the familiarity of the muscles on his arms, of the hair on his head, as he did the same, moving his hands from her cheeks to her waist and bringing her body tight with his, not ever letting her go again. Sam could only think of one thing at one point or another:

He tasted so much better than Dash.

She didn't really blame Paulina for wanting to make out with Danny all the time, at the moment.

Thinking of Paulina made her wake up. "Okay, okay," she managed to peel herself away from him, knowing that kissing probably wasn't going to fix anything – though they could try – and looked up at Danny. "Okay, wait, wait. I don't want to know about what happened in this room between you and Paulina, I do not want to know. But just tell me this." She paused, trying to sum up the courage to ask. "Was it good?"

She didn't know what she wanted to hear. She didn't want to hear that it was bad and then think that something was wrong with her, but she didn't want to hear that it was good either. Danny snorted and tried to stifle a laugh at her question, but his expression turned thoughtful. "Um, well..."

"No," Sam shook her head, changing her mind when dread welled up in her stomach. "You know what? No. I don't want to know."

Danny shrugged. "You could always find out for yourself…"

Sam raised her eyebrows at him. "Oh, really?"

Danny gave her a mischievous flick with his eyebrows, and then his hands were on her ass, grabbing her and lifting her so that she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist and grab onto his neck in surprise. "I'm kind of an expert now, you know," he shrugged nonchalantly, which made her laugh.

"Okay, Casanova," she smirked at him. "Show me."

Danny was about to throw her onto the bed when she stopped him and said, "No, not there, definitely not where the crime took place."

"Who told you it happened on your bed?" despite Sam's protests, Danny threw her down gently on the bed so that she landed on the pillows and crawled on top of her. "Apparently, the couch in your living room seemed more appealing to her."

"Ew!" even though Sam was genuinely disgusted, she couldn't help but laugh at the blank look on Danny's face. "I told you I didn't want to know!"

"Wow."

Sam was staring at her ceiling in absolute disbelief. Her entire body was still tingling, and her heart was still racing, and she was still slightly panting. Danny was lying next to her in the same position, and her silk cover was draping over them haphazardly.

They stayed silent for a long time afterwards, both of them lost in thought. Sam frowned, and then turned to him. "Did we just solve our problem with sex?"

Danny shrugged, not looking at her. "Apparently that's what happened."

Sam looked back up at the ceiling again, frowning even more. She turned to Danny again after a few more moments of silence. "You do know that we still have a problem we need to solve, right?"

"Yeah." Danny finally turned away from the ceiling to look at her. "But I'm up for ignoring it for a few more hours if you are."

Even though every rational part of Sam's brain was telling her to be responsible, get up, get dressed, and talk through the problem again, she grinned at her boyfriend. "Oh, I'm definitely up for it."

That night, when the door bell rang and Sam opened it to find Paulina standing there, she rolled her eyes and started closing the door in her face.

"Sam, please just wait," Paulina put her foot within the crook of the door to the doorframe, stopping the door from closing. "I just want to talk."

"Paulina–"

"I heard your last wish," Paulina cut her off quickly. "And I know how it worked. It still happened, but it happened when I was in my body. And since it did… You have your virginity back."

Sam got so angry at the way she assumed things were okay that she couldn't help but snap, "Did you forget something?" When Paulina blinked at her weird response, Sam added, "That would be your indiscretion. And the fact that you still stole Danny's virginity. And the fact that we were friends and you slept with my boyfriend."

"You broke me up with mine!" Paulina had only wanted to make things right, but when Sam's tone started getting aggressive, so did Paulina's. "And over what? Hair? Hair that you managed to change back, by the way?"

"What I did may have been wrong, and because I'm a grown up and own up to my mistakes, I apologize for that," even though it really pained her, Sam blurted the apology out through gritted teeth – and even though it killed her, she meant it. "But what I did was not irreversible. You could easily go to Dash right now, strip all your clothes and everything would be back to normal. What about what you did to me? What about what you did to Danny? I may have deserved it, even though I still didn't, but Danny definitely did not deserve that."

Paulina grunted in frustration. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry!" She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to calm herself down. "Can I just come in so that we can talk this out?"

"Oh," Sam raised both her eyebrows at her. "You just want to talk? No, Paulina, for the first time in your life, you're going to stop talking and start listening. We are not friends, Paulina. I thought we were, but we're not, apparently. I have nothing more to say to you. I don't want to see you, I don't want to hear from you, and I don't want to know you."

Paulina swallowed the lump in her throat, wanting to protest, to say anything to make the conversation last longer than this, but refrained. "I really am sorry."

"Good," Sam didn't say anything else before she slammed the door in her face.

A/N: Guys. GUYS. NO. (This isn't the ending, that's not what I'm talking about). I'm getting a lot of reviews that see Sam as the bad guy here. That she's the one to blame for everything. But GUYS. Have you not read anything through the chapters I'd written before? If you'd review, the only person who was the bad guy was Paulina - not that I want to pin everything on Paulina, but just bear with me for a bit - and Sam was patient with her, accepted and forgave her mistakes, gave her so many chances, and yet Paulina STILL didn't stop meddling in her life, disregarding the insane amount of times that Sam asked her not to, regardless of Paullina's intention. No one can be patient forever, so obviously you're going to break at one point or another. Sam didn't do what she did over HAIR. She did it over EVERYTHING ELSE too. And YES, Paulina DID grow up as a person, and she did learn... But she still falls back into her same actions. If Paulina had really grown, she wouldn't have slept with Danny, whether she was angry or not. I'm not saying this as the author, I'm saying this as any person reading the story. And in the part where Paulina called Danny, it was written that she wanted to hurt Sam deliberately and fully. What Sam did, okay, it was BAD, but you can defend it more than what Paulina had done. And like Sam said, what she'd done was not irreversible. What Paulina did wasn't something they could talk about over tea and then end. Paulina didn't just sleep with Sam's boyfriend. She slept with Sam's boyfriend in Sam's body while they were both virgins. That's kind of a big deal.

Blekh. Sorry. Had to rant xD. But you Sam haters actually presented me with some great ideas, so thank you for that! I hope I'm not disappointing you too much x3.