!Hiya! I actually updated ahead of time. I didn't want to make my lovely reviewers wait any longer. So no more yelling at me.
It's time for your favorite Goth girl's point of view. I've worked with Sam in first person a lot of times, so I'm pretty used to it unlike the others, and usually know how she's thinking. However, if I don't keep her what you view her as, tell me and I could make adjustments for you.
By the way, the whole "Alex" thing was a mistake. My best friend Alex and I have an inside joke, and that was the one that I was stating when I said her name. I obviously wasn't paying attention, and I put her name down instead. It was supposed to be what Sam said. I'm going to change that soon, sorry for that by the way.
Okay, let's see….thanks to my reviewers, but my stupid computer won't let me view yours, so next chapter, in fact it barely let me post this chapter (it did something weird, so if there's a story I didn't mean to be updated updated,I guess I'll find out)I will put your names down and answer any questions growls and glares But I love you guys!
And now on to chapter six! For this chapter, there is a flashback for Sam. If you think it's too much and she should just describe the story regularly, tell me and I'll change it. Or if you want to keep it, tell me.
Chapter Six
Sam
"What's your point? No one's asked me,' I said. What was their problem? It wasn't like I was literally trying to avoid being asked.
Danny, sitting next to me in the corner now again, shifted uncomfortably. I felt a rush of guilt; I could have stopped Valerie from doing whatever she did, but I hadn't been quick enough. Now he was weak and in pretty bad shape.
He tried to shrug it off like it was nothing, like he didn't hurt, but I knew him well and knew better. I'd watched him enough through the years to know when he closed his eyes for longer than three seconds, he was in pain. And he kept coughing harshly.
Whatever she had done to him, I was worried.
"Likely excuse," Dash snapped quietly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I'm the only one who hasn't gotten asked. Boo hoo, I'm trying to skip out on being asked," I said angrily.
What was it with these stupid people? I could take all three of them at once. I'd proved that with Paulina. Especially since she was still bleeding every so once in a while. Oh, revenge was sweet….
"Could have fooled me," Paulina said. "I bet you're scared to play."
"Fine. If you guys insist, ask me," I said harshly. Scared? Yeah right. I wasn't scared of anything. "Dare."
Dash laughed mischievously. "Hold on," he said. He whispered to Paulina and Valerie, leaning close to each other.
I took advantage of their ignorance and scooted closer to Danny.
"Are you alright?" I asked again.
"Yeah, I'm good," he lied. I knew it was a lie.
"Hey, I'm here. You don't have to pretend," I said sincerely. I tried not to get frustrated, but I wish I could break through the wall that is Danny Fenton and he would be open to me.
"I know," he said.
I sighed. The three idiots were still in conversation. I glanced over at him again to see his eyes closed in the signal for pain.
"Danny,' I said, more with a warning. "Tell me what's wrong."
"I'm fine."
"But you feel like hell?"
"Pretty much."
I almost gasped. I hadn't expected him to agree. Usually Danny wouldn't admit he was in pain or when he was tired or stressed. Which was lately especially. My mind flashbacked on the time when he'd passed out after fighting this Lunch Lady Ghost. (That I'd mistakenly brought to the world. I'm so sorry that I had a point to make.) He wouldn't admit it then, and now he was? "See, the truth isn't so hard," I said gently, leaning closer to him.
"Hey, lovebirds, pay attention," Dash ordered.
"We're not lovebirds," Danny and I said at the same time. I suppose I should get used to it. I brushed my black hair out of my eyes and thought back to when Danny had been dared to kiss me. I'd let some inner emotion get hold of me and did it first, then had been startled when he kissed me back. But that had been to complete his dare. Nothing else. Of course not.
"Really? So you two just kiss when you're friends?" Valerie asked incredulously.
"It was a dare," I said. "Now, what's mine?"
"We've come to the decision to give you a triple dare," Dash said. He rubbed his chin with his fingers. "We all came up with three dares and couldn't decide, so we're giving you three. If you're willing of course….."
"And it took all three of you to come up with that idea. How quaint," I snapped.
"Please don't say that. You sound like Plasmius," Danny whispered.
"Sorry," I whispered back. Plasmius was a ghost that Danny had fought against at least twice. I'd never met him, but from what he had told us, he'd literally got his butt kicked, and had barely won last time. He must have been pretty powerful.
"Who's Plasmius?" Dash asked.
Oh crap.
"No one," I said hurriedly. "Are you going to quit wasting time and give me my dares or not?"
"I'll go first," Valerie volunteered.
I sat up straight, but leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest. I really didn't need to sing the Jeopardy song really?
"Tell us your darkest secret," she said.
Darkest secret huh? Let's see….my parents were divorced, I had cut myself in seventh grade, thinking it was cool at first, but then had stopped. I loved writing Gothic poetry and made up my own songs (which I had never told anyone, not even Tucker or Danny). I didn't really have anything.
"I don't have a dark secret," I admitted truthfully.
"You don't have something that you could hide?" Paulina asked. She really wanted punched again, didn't she?
"No," I said.
"Okay, let's rephrase the question. Tell us the deepest secret about your loser friends," she said.
"Don't ever call them that again," I warned as darkly as I could.
"Or you'll do what?" Dash taunted.
"I don't know, I could punch you. But unlike Paulina, it won't be in a very good spot," I said.
"You know, we could call the police on you for abuse. You'll probably get in trouble anyway when I tell Mr. Lancer what you did," Paulina said.
"Ooh, I'm so afraid of Lancer," I said calmly. Inside, I kind of felt nervous. They were making a rather good point. Not that I positively loved school, but they were right, I could get into serious trouble. No doubt that our weirdo principal would automatically latch onto every word that Miss Paulina the Popular Twit and Dash the Dumb Ass Jock would say. Making me…in major trouble.
"Would you grow up? Quit being such a tattletale," Valerie snapped.
I almost burst into laughter at Paulina's hurt expression. Served her right. But Valerie surprised me. I hadn't expected her to defend me. Which was kind of weird since we weren't exactly friends.
"Sam, just answer the question," she ordered, sort of nicer.
"Um…let's see," I said. An easy one. "Tucker is a techno geek."
"Everybody knows that," Valerie said.
"Remember when we everyone started calling him "Bad Luck Tuck?" God that was hilarious. I thought Kwan and I would never stop laughing."
"You just had to bring that up, didn't you?" Tucker whispered to me.
"Sorry," I said again. Not. It was kind of funny. But I kept that to myself. Tucker and I didn't really get along, but he was a good friend, and he was always there when you needed him. Yet he annoyed the bloody hell out of me.
"Let's rephrase it again. Tell us…Danny's darkest secret," Valerie changed.
I didn't dare meet his eyes. I couldn't betray him. I wouldn't damn it. I had to make an excuse, and fast.
"I answered your damn question, can we move on to the next one?" I asked.
"You didn't answer it correctly. If you can't answer it correctly, we'll move on," she said. What was she getting at? I knew she was probably suspicious by now….but please tell me—
"Any time now," Dash said sarcastically.
"Umm…" I stuttered.
I felt a kick at my side and turned to my left. Danny's eyes were bright, but inside them was a deep determination I only saw when there was a ghost that needed to be fought. He mouthed something and I caught it. "Tell them how we met."
I almost started laughing again as the memory slid into my thoughts. I took a deep breath and shrugged.
"Danny has to be the klutziest person, I've ever met. When we first met, we were in kindergarten. It was recess…"
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"Don't step on those flowers!" I shouted to the boy who trampled through the grass, crushing them. He was older than I was, and looked at me like I was stupid.
"They'll grow back," he said, before running off to join the soccer game.
I growled and sunk down to the ground, next to the fallen violets and dandelions. Sure, they'll grow back. That's what everybody says. You know what!" I shouted louder. "One of these days they won't! But no, no one listens to people who care about the earth."
"What are you doing?" asked a voice.
I looked up, overshadowed by the girl's form. She was obviously older than me too. But unlike the boy, she seemed nicer.
"Fixing these flowers," I said, picking a small piece of grass with my fingers. I hoisted up the stem with my other hand, then tied the grass around where it was broken, but not too tightly. It made a wobbly, but surprisingly good splint.
"You're very environmental, aren't you?" she asked.
"What does that mean?" I asked, my little head too small to understand what she said.
"It means that you're at peace and harmony with the earth and all of its creatures," she replied.
"Okay… you use too many big words," I said, blinking stupidly.
"That's because I'm intelligent. I just learned that word today. Inte—"
She squealed when a soccer ball came rolling through, smashing straight into the flower I'd just repaired, and was closely followed by a small kid, who instead of kicking the ball, tripped over it, and fell on the ground roughly, between the girl and I.
"Danny! Look what you did! I'm telling mom!" she shouted.
He made a face and stuck out his tongue at her. "Tattle tale. Besides, I'm okay, thanks for asking," he retaliated.
I laughed and the girl gave me a dirty look, then turned back to the boy.
"Am not a tattle tale."
"Are too."
"Are not."
"Are too."
"What's your names?" I asked in my unproper English. (Don't blame me I was in kindergarten.)
"I'm Jazzmine Alexandra Fenton. This is Da..nny.." she said slowly, turning up her nose.
"I know my own name stupid," he said.
"I'm not stupid," she said defensively.
"Are too."
"Go away Danny. We don't need your cooties," she said.
"Girls are the ones with cooties," he said.
"Are not."
"Are too."
The bell rang and we were surrounded by students all rushing to get inside for lunch. Jazz ran off without even saying goodbye and disappeared.
"I hate her," Danny said.
"No, you don't. You're lucky. I wish I had a sister."
"Wanna trade?"
"Sure," I said excitedly. We started walking. "You're cool."
"Yep."
Way to sound affirmative and cocky.
"Do you wanna be friends?" I asked. "I don't got no friends."
"I don't have any girlfriends," he said, sounding smarter than he was. Probably from being the brother of "Miss Intelligent, Jazmine Fenton."
"So I'll be your first."
"Okay."
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By the time I'd finished, they were all cracking up, even Danny, who was shaking his head and cracking this huge grin.
"I remember you two got caught kissing underneath the monkey bars in first grade," Dash said. I laughed.
"Jazz still hasn't changed," Tucker declared.
"In the way that she still uses big words, yeah, I'd have to agree," Dash said.
"Besides that, she still annoys the hell out of me," he admitted.
"Yeah," I said.
There was a moment of silence.
"Um…what's next," I said after a couple of minutes.
"Right, it's Paulina's turn," Valerie agreed.
"What is the thing you like most about Danny?" she asked.
"What is it with you people and pairing me with him?" I asked, trying not to sound like I was being crude to my best friend.
"Because you're a good couple," Tucker pitched in.
I could sense Danny glaring at him at the same time I did. Sometimes I swear I wanted to punch him too.
"See, if the techno geek says it," Paulina said.
"Alright, alright. I'll answer the question," I said, defeated. I thought for a minute. What did I like best about Danny? He was amaturely funny, klutzy, paranormal…..
"He's strong," I said at last. "And I don't mean physically. He has a load of things to too, but always manages to do it anyway, unless it's homework," I added, laughing slightly. "But…no matter what pressure he's under, no matter how tough things are, he's always there when you need him. Saving the day. Always trying to help. And I know he'd rather die sometimes than let one of us, let alone anyone else, get hurt."
Silence.
"Wow. Very poetic," Valerie said. "But when you said—"
"I knew you liked him," Paulina said.
"Careful Paulina, she might get her Resident Evil weapons out and blow up your brains," Tucker said.
"Ewww….." she groaned.
He gasped.
"What?" I asked.
"Oh my god. Why didn't I see it before? I'm such an idiot," he ranted.
"What are you blabbering about?" Dash asked.
"Don't you get it? You watch movies, right?" he asked.
"Duh, what's your point?" Paulina asked.
"Have you ever seen one where people are in an elevator, trapped? Like Tower of Terror?" he asked, standing up.
I stood up too…catching on. "Yes……."
Paulina even got it soon, standing up. "I get it," she announced.
"I don't. What are you talking about?" Dash asked. He, Valerie, and Danny remained sitting, still not understanding.
"What's the one thing that all elevators have to escape?" he asked.
Danny sat up straight, his eyes wide. Valerie gasped, grasping Paulina's shoulder. Dash shook his head. "What?"
"Escape hatches."
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Oh yeah. I'm bad. I'm bad. And this time I don't have the next chapter ready, so I don't know when I'll update. But it will be soon.
Sam never finishes the triple dare, which now that I read it, sounds more like a triple truth, but oh well. Next chapter brings the POV of Danny, which I've been waiting to do for so long! Also, in the next chapter is a lot more action/adventure, and more suspense…. Don't you all hate me? I have horrible cliffhangers.
How did you all like the flashback scene? Heck, even my sister laughed and she's not into Danny Phantom. Coming soon…. Our favorite hero! Please R&R!
Lateraina Wolf