-- Author's Note -- Another chapter for you! I think you will be pleased to know that this chapter is done in Sam's POV. About time, huh? LoL. I would like to thank everyone for reviewing, and if you haven't, why not?!? Please review! And thanks again for reading! Hugs to everyone!

Chapter 8 You're Just Jealous

Sam was so disguised by those two weird boys that had talked to her in the hall. No one talked to her. She was better than them, why should she talk to them?

Lunch went as normal. She ate her bag lunch the chef had made her. While she ate she worked on some of the homework she had been given in the morning.

While she pretended to hate school, she actually enjoyed it slightly. It was always a much needed break from fighting those dumb ghosts.

"I have to figure out where they're coming from," she muttered to herself under her breath.

The bell rang telling the students that lunch was over. Everyone else slowly got up and began heading for their next class. Sam took her time. She was always late and didn't care.

If some stupid teacher tried to punish her, she'd merely sue them. Ah, how wonderful it is to be rich, she thought while gathering up her things.

No one was in the halls even though the bell hadn't run for the start of class. She headed past the library and around a corner towards her English class.

"I'm gonna be late!" a voice cried behind her. As she was about to look to see who it was the person slammed right into her.

They both fell to the floor and their book bags fell open throwing the contents all over the hall.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the boy said as Sam looked at him. Something felt familiar about him, but she didn't know what.

He quickly started to pick up her things and handed them to her. That was when she got a good look at his face. It was one of the boys who had spoken to her before lunch. Did this boy have a death wish, she wondered.

"You're in my English class, aren't you?" she asked taking the books from him.

He looked really nervous and tried to hide behind his long black bangs as he answered. "Yeah, and a couple other classes too."

"What was your name again?"

Panic struck his face now. No doubt he was wondering what to do. It was a moment before he answered her, like a good human should.

"Da-Danny. Danny Fenton," he mumbled. For a moment his dazzling blue eyes met with her purple ones. A pain stuck her heart.

The bell finally rang and the boy turned away from her. "I've gotta get to class," he said before taking off.

Sam couldn't help but feel she knew those eyes from somewhere as she gathered the rest of her things.

By the time she got to her English class, ten minutes later, they had already started silent work time. She took a seat by the window and pulled out her notebook.

"What do you mean you ran into her?" a voice whispered. Sam looked up to see who was talking and what about.

It was the two boys from before lunch. And they were talking about her!

"I didn't mean to! I was late and didn't see her," the one with the black hair said.

"You're lucky she didn't recognize you. She probably would have killed you on the spot," the boy with the red hat whispered now.

Kill him, she wondered. Yeah, the normal humans annoyed her to no end, and she thought about hurting them every so often. But that was really just a joke.

These boys knew something, and she would have to find out what it was.

It wasn't until those blue eyes met with hers that Sam realized she was staring at him. Another pain in her heart. What in the world is that, she thought angrily.

He quickly turned away and focused on his notebook.

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Sam shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight. School had ended a few minutes ago and now she stood outside Casper High.

As she watched the students from her spot next to the large oak tree, a sigh escaped her lips. They were going to the mall, or the Nasty Burger, and a few were probably even going home to work on homework.

Is that what you want?

"What?" she said in a whisper to the voice in her head.

To go and hang out with your friends, like a normal teenager.

"I have no friends."

Don't you? That boy seemed to like you enough.

"He's a fool. He doesn't know the truth."

Doesn't he? Then what were they talking about?

"I don't know. Human lives are none of my concern."

Aren't they? Then why do you fight the ghosts?

Sam didn't have an answer to that. At least there was something to distract her from the question. The two boys where leaving school now with a brown-hared girl. They were smiling and seemed to be enjoying themselves.

You're jealous of her, aren't you?

"Of course not!" But deep down Sam knew she was.

Her eyes followed the trio until they were out of sight.

Aren't you going to follow them?

"No! I have better things to do."

Such as?

"Homework," she lied. Where had this voice come from and why did it seem like it knew something? Sam pushed her questions aside and headed for home.

"Oh, Ms. Manson, you're home early today," the butler said as she walked into the large house.

"I have homework that needs to get done," she informed him as she headed up the stairs.

"Of course. I will have the chef make you up a snack."

"No, that's not necessary. I'll be fine," she said stopping at the top of the stairs.

"All right, Ms. Manson. I will leave you alone then." The butler wandered off and Sam went into her room.

She dropped her bag next to her desk and plopped onto her bed. Rolling over she grabbed the remote off her nightstand and turned on her CD player.

I thought you had homework to work on.

"It can wait a few minutes."

You're still thinking about that boy. What was his name again?

"I don't know. But I'm sure you do," she said getting slightly annoyed.

Of course I do. I know all of their names.

"And I'm sure you're going to tell me."

Danny, Tucker, and Jessica. Are you sure you don't remember them?

"No. I've seen them around, but I've never talked to them before."

That's a shame. I think you would really like them.

"What do you know?"

A lot more than you think I do.

"Just leave me alone!"

I can't do that. Not until everything's been fixed.

"There's nothing wrong except for you!"

Are you sure about that? Don't you want to know why Danny looks at you the way he does? Or who that other Halfa is? Or even why you're talking to yourself?

"I'm not crazy!"

I didn't say you were. I was only asking a question. Nothing more, nothing less.

Sam sat silently for a moment, letting the music wash over her. She did want to know what the deal was with this human boy. And that Halfa was a startling discovery to say the least.

"But how do I find out the truth?"

Talk to them. They know more than you think they do.