Authors note: I'm sorry these chapters are so short, but it keeps you hanging on eh? Also, I'm having a bit of trouble keeping within the moral lines, but I can't help myself. So if I add a few swear words, sex scenes, or drug content, I'm sorry, it's just how I roll

Chap 5

Bruce was quite old, just as Danny had first said, but Sam didn't let that faze her. He was a college student, with a short attention span and an interest in the dark subcultures, soon enlightening her with a new genre of music and activities that varied from concerts to underground clubs. She was fascinated with this new, older, more mature world and adored Bruce near and far.

Her locker soon became littered with pictures of him, little smiles played on her face whenever she daydreamed in class, and Paulina no longer seemed to faze her. Only Danny did.

"Snap out of it!"

She rolled her eyes and slammed her locker, "what is it Danny!"

"I'm trying to tell you something! About my parents!"

"What? about drugs? Tell them its no big deal."

Danny blinked, "what? what do you mean?"

She threw on an air of superiority and began to walk away, "nothing, child."

"Oh sammie..." he groaned catching up with her, "dont tell me he's making you do that-"

"He's making me do nothing." she snapped, "we understand each other and he knows what I'm into."

"Yea right."

"Hey Samantha!" hissed a cruel voice from across the hall, usually she would have squeezed an eye shut and prepared for oncoming insults, but instead she smiled "Yes Paulina!"

"I heard you have a new goth boyfriend! How hideous!" her friends giggled.

Samantha only maintained a smile and walked away, "Go find a dildo to play with"

Gasping, Paulina turned to Danny with anger, "Tell your stupid wench ex-girlfriend that she'd better watch her back."

"Yea!" sang the others, and marched away. Danny groaned to the floor. Sam had gotten so confident.

Not that it was such a bad thing, Sam always needed a little boost to help her stand up against those who tormented her. But it seems like she's learned a bit too much from Bruce. He showed up to school today. With a Mohawk now and little eyeliner. He was quite handsome, but if you were a college student and you were still in the goth scene then that didn't say much about your intelligent. And that was another thing, he was in COLLEGE.

"You're 14 Samantha, he's what, 19?" snapped Tucker after Bruce left them.

"that's only 5 years!"

"Only!" Danny was losing his cool, again.

Tucker always had to sooth him but lately, his temper was getting tested too, "You're being so stupid Sam!

"ME stupid? You're the C average losers!" Their jaws dropped, what a bitch. Sam didn't even flicker an eyelash, "whatever." She mumbled, beginning to ink little hearts on her wrist. Her eyes were glazed again, and she kept wiping her nose.

"what are you ON!" yelled Danny causing the entire cafeteria to look over.

Sam blushed, "nothing Danny, just butt out"

Tucker cocked a brow, "so… are you seeing Bruce-y tonight?"

"Why yes I am as a matter of fact." She wiped her nose again, Danny gritted his teeth furiously.

"And what are you going to do?" continued Tucker.

"We're going to a party"

"college party I bet"

"Why yes."

"I'm sure you fit in real well."

"I do actually." She snapped, "I'm with people who actually appreciate my uniqueness and don't PUT DOWN EVERY LITTLE THING I SAY!"

Oh man. She was really losing it. "Calm down Sam!"

"I will NOT CALM DOWN! JUST… leave me alone!" Pushing her untouched meal aside she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the cafeteria,.

"It's a combination of drugs and depression." Stated Tucker flatly. Danny rolled his eyes, "Oh come on Tuck."

"Want proof? Check her bag"

Swiftly but surely, Danny snuck into her classroom during third period. She was scribbling angrily onto her paper, as the history teacher droned on. Extra cautious because Samantha had been around him long enough to detect him in ghost mode, he grabbed her bag and flew out unseen. Tucker was waiting for him outside.

Delving into its contents they found books on wiccanism, notes to Bruce never delivered, and a small plastic bag filled with white power. "Cocaine! I knew it." Hissed Tucker. They heard footsteps behind and Danny quickly stuffed it in his pocket. "I don't trust this Bruce kid, and I don't trust this party she's going to tonight."

"Me either, enough is enough."

Danny returned the bag and shuffled back to his own class. Letting out a yawn he knew his legs would collapse beneath him if he went any further. Only an hour ago was he drained of strength from fighting more villainous ghosts. He couldn't keep this up. Fingering the drug in his pocket he held his breath. Should he do it? What other choice does he have? It was only a matter of time before next set of ghouls appear. With hesitant and tired steps, he entered the bathroom.