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Yeah, I should have split this chapter into two parts...oh well. It's really, really long. (sobs)

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Meh...this chapter (stuffs hand in mouth) and that's why (stuffs hand in mouth). I hate muting my opinions. -.-

Chapter Six

Brutal Discoveries

"Did he mention me at all?"

"No, Valerie."

"Did he hint about me?"

"No, Valerie."

"Did you talk about--"

"Valerie!"

I was sitting against one of the various trees in the courtyard of Casper High, Valerie at my side as I did a quick run-through of all of the homework from the past week that was due today. I had made the idiotic mistake of informing Valerie about the dinner last night. She was grinning like a maniac, full of hope that I wouldn't mind to watch fall to pieces. Or quarrel earlier this week had never happened in her eyes, causing me to become yet even more angrier towards we.

"I understand that you want to know every aspect about what happened last night," I said through clenched teeth. "But I've got to make it seem like I've done my Biology work, okay?" Valerie's face fell.

"So he didn't talk about me?" I sighed and threw my pencil to the ground, realizing that the attempt to complete my homework was futile.

"No."

"Not once?" How many times would I have to say 'no' until the answer would penetrate through her thick skull?

"I guess maybe one--"

"What did he say?" Valerie squeezed my arm. "What did Danny say?"

"I dunno. He..." I paused, trying to formulate a lie to keep Valerie from both murdering me from frustration and cutting off the circulation in my arm. "He just threw your name in as a...as a casualty, I guess..."

Valerie dropped her arm to the ground. Astonishment was clearly written across her face.

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." I really didn't want to have Danny, of all people, as this morning's topic. I crossed out the sentence that I had just wrote and tried to come up with something more suitable as I yawned. I hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, tossing and turning about the situation I had landed myself in.

"Hey, Sam," Valerie said softly after I retrieved my pencil. She obviously did not want me to pass the ninth grade.

"What?" My voice was stiff, harsh. Good.

"You're my best friend, right?"

Where was she going with this? I still hadn't forgiven her for last week, or Wednesday for that matter.

"Depends on what you want from me..." I said slowly. Valerie bit her lip.

"Look, I know you're totally against this whole relationship between me and Danny," She began. I rested my head against the tree bark. In more ways than one, unfortunately. "But...you and I both know how things are going to end for Pam and Mr. Fenton—not to be rude," She added at the scowl I sent her. "So, do you think you could do me a favor?" I fingered the led of my pencil, longing to fling it at her. She insults my mother and expects me to do a favor for her?

"Why should I do anything for you?" I asked bitterly.

"Because that's what friends do..." Her answer came out unsure, which made me slightly happy to see that she didn't exactly know why either.

"What is it?"

"I've been getting...hints from Danny all through English that he...likes me--"

"I highly doubt that two days will tell you much."

But Valerie ignored me.

"And I was wondering if you could...ask him...for me."

"Ask him what?" I knew the answer, though. It wasn't that hard to figure out.

"If he likes me."

I bit the inside of my cheek, making suction noises to fill the silence. How self-centered could one person get?

"What if he doesn't?" I asked her, examining my now violet painted fingernails. "What if...what if those hints were warnings? Like, back off warnings."

Valerie giggled.

"I just know." She bent her lip out and furrowed her eyebrows. The puppy dog look. "Please? This is the last favor I'll ask from you for forever, I promise!" I sighed.

"I highly doubt that, but..." I heaved a deep breath. I was going to regret this decision. "Just meet me in the bathroom after English..." Valerie exhaled a high pitched squeal, causing me to jump.

"Thank you, Sam!" She flung her arms around me. My back stiffened as my arms lie limp on my spiral. "I'll pay you back, I promise!" She stood up, beaming broadly.

"We're gonna be late," She observed, offering me her hand. I ignored it and shoved my notebook into the ruby red backpack that I owned since I was in third grade and slung it over my shoulder before standing up.

"Yeah."

On the way into the school, Valerie chattered excitedly in my ear about her anticipations for the future relationship between her and Danny. I nodded at the what I felt were appropriate times, though took no apparent notice of each word that she said.

I had played every detail that I would say to Danny in my head during Algebra first period. I would hold him back, do Valerie's favor, and, regardless what he said, not care and inform Valerie.

It would have been nicer, however, if my plans hadn't of gone awry.

I slammed my backpack on my desk, receiving an angry glance from Mr. Lancer as I sat down. Valerie gave me a broad grin as she gently lowered herself into her seat when Danny walked in. I could feel my heart thudding against my chest, wondering what would happen between the two of them from now and the end of the period.

"For tonight's homework," Mr. Lancer began loudly as he turned around to write a number on the board. "I want you to read chap--"

But the bell muted what he was about to say, and the class bolted out the door to save themselves from receiving any work to do later on to night. He had already given us too much yesterday. I hurriedly stuffed my copy of Romeo And Juliet into my backpack before dashing to catch up to Danny, who was squished between Dash Baxter and Hayden Presley, two football stars, just outside the door. I saw his raven hair disappear from behind their bulky shoulders and quickly caught up to him.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked in a rush, keeping my eyes from his godlike face and staring directly at a locker behind him. I watched as Valerie crept behind him, an anxious grin on her face as she disappeared into the girl's bathroom, where apparently I was to meet her at.

"Sure, Sam," Danny said, leaning over so we were now eye contact. He gave me the crooked smile. "What is it?"

"I was wondering...no...V...a friend of mine was wondering...er...do you...do you like..." I could hear my heart beating. Melvin Kroskey, a member of the Science Squad, tripped behind Danny, his spiral notebook flying everywhere. "Do you...like newspaper?" My stomach quenched, hoping that I didn't ask what I thought I had just asked him.

"Excuse me?" Danny asked, raising an eyebrow, a light smile dazzling behind his eyes.

I had to think of an excuse.

"The...the school newspaper. Do you...you know...like it?" I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets.

"I didn't know there was a school newspaper..." Danny said with a grin.

"Heh..." I inhaled a deep breath. "Yeah...well...you should...you should check it out sometime." Danny nodded.

"I'll do that." He studied my face for a moment before giving me a weak smile. "See you later, then." I wished that he would leave so I wouldn't have to do Valerie's bidding, but she wasn't the only one who needed to know.

"Wait," I said as he turned around to depart, and grabbed his forearm. I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my hair. "Listen. Do you..." I took a deep breath. "Do you by any chance...like Valerie?" Danny raised an eyebrow.

"In the three or some odd days that you've known Val, would you ever consider...consider going...going on a date or something like that?"

Danny remained silent, even when a Junior shoved him out of his way. He looked uncomfortable, as if answering the question were something that he would rather jump off a cliff than do. I felt my stomach quench, fully aware of what the answer would be. I averted my eyes to the ground, not wanting to look him in the face.

"Well...I mean...she's nice and all..." His voice was cracked. "We...we like the same music...she's really interesting..." He seemed to be saying his thoughts out loud instead of answering my question.

"Do you?" I repeated.

"I..." Danny scratched behind his ear and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Why?"

I bit my lip; looking at him right now hurt. The confused yet anticipated expression on his face gave me the answer I needed. And it wasn't what I secretly wished.

"Just...just..." I could feel and hear my voice becoming shaky. Since when was I the emotional one? "Answer my question and I'll answer yours."

"That's not fair," He objected.

"Sure it is." I forced a smile. "Go."

He sighed.

"I...I guess..."

I felt as if I had been punched in the gut several hundred times, but the forced smile still stood.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" I asked as I reluctantly left his side, but he wanted my end of the bargain as well. I felt his strong grip on my arm as he pulled me back, though I was slightly limp and didn't oppose, I rammed into his chest.

"Why?"

I was suddenly reminded of last night's dinner during the tomato battle. His dazzling eyes that had a grin hidden behind them, his crooked smile that needed no explanation. The conversation...

"Ask her out," I insisted dully. "Nasty Burger maybe--" But I stopped in the middle of my sentence and reluctantly left his side to speed off into the girls' bathroom.

When I saw Valerie's face, I immediately wanted to throw her head into the nearest toilet. I shook that thought out of my head. It wasn't her fault that Danny liked her. And besides...our parents were dating...and, judging by the looks of how close Pam and Jack were, not splitting up anytime soon. And Valerie did seem to share the same interests with him. As I looked at her eager face and visualized Danny's in my mind, I could only see the two together, sharing a milkshake at the Nasty Burger. Envy prodded my stomach as I feebly smiled at Valerie.

"What'd he say?" She asked me as if she were a toddler on Christmas, anxious to tear open the presents.

"You were right," I told her tonelessly, examining my face in the mirror.

Valerie squealed, grinning. I rubbed my ear as I turned to face her shining face.

"I owe you, Sam!" She pointed out, gathering her backpack from the sink. I pursed my lips together and nodded as she darted out the door.

"Yeah," I said to myself, walking out so I wouldn't be late, though, at the moment, I wouldn't mind being thrown into detention today to get out of Valerie's forceful wishes of making me find Danny with her.

I sat down in my seat just seconds before the bell rang; Mrs. Grenfier eyed me for a moment about my near-tardiness before clasping her bony hands together and giving the class a fake smile while she informed us of the agenda today.

I, however, couldn't pay attention to what she was ranting about. I was more interested in what I had just done. In what position that I landed not only me, but Tucker in as well. I held my head up with my left hand and absently doodled on a piece of paper.

I was in love (I cringed at the thought) with my mother's boyfriend's son. My best friend is apparently going to go on her first date with him thanks to me, now. My other best friend is in love with the girl who practically drools over the boy that I am in love with, who likes my best friend. I groaned at the mess I was in.

"Tucker," I said softly, my head still bent over the spiral.

"Hmm?"

I paused, trying to come up with a way to inform him of the part of the situation that concerned him. He had a right to know.

"Isetdannyandvalerieuponadate." The sentence came out as one jumbled, mushed word.

"What?" Tucker asked, raising an eyebrow.

I sighed.

"I...set Danny and Val...up on a date." Tucker was silent for the longest time.

"You--" Mrs. Grenfier slapped today's pop quiz on my desk, causing Tucker to cease what he would soon say. I felt relief flood over me. I didn't need Tucker's hurtful and angry words on top of everything else going on in my life.

"Why would you do that?" Tucker whispered as I wrote my name on the quiz.

"Because I wanted to know," I thought, yet ignored him.

"Sam--"

"Shut up, Tucker."

"You know how much--"

"I'm taking a test!" I had slightly raised my voice, making a few of the students turn around to give me peculiar glances. I looked up to Mrs. Grenfier's desk, but she was too busy grading the previous period's papers.

I couldn't concentrate on the quiz. Tucker's eyes were sending me endless daggers against my lowered back. I could feel his breath on my neck. There were no words to describe the emotions I was sure that he was feeling toward me. I couldn't blame him. I felt the same way.

When the bell rang, I scurried out of my seat, dropping the quiz in the bin on Mrs. Grenfier's desk, acting as if I hadn't heard any of Tucker's ranting as I hurried out of the doorway.

"Sam!" I pursed my lips. There would be no way to get rid of him. I would have to face what he would say.

"I'm sorry, Tuck. I'm really, really sorry!" Dash Baxter rammed into my shoulder as he passed, sending me a glare. I ignored him and walked toward my locker.

"You said you were against them getting together!" Which was true. I had confided into Tucker yesterday in how I felt about what would happen if Valerie and Danny did end up together, as Valerie had planned. He seemed rather overjoyed by the fact that I was on his side, and agreed with everything I said, whether he heard it or not.

"I know." I approached my locker and idly turned the combination in. "But..." I sighed.

"Why'd you do it?" His tone wasn't harsh this time, nor was it cold. It was puzzled, hurt. I felt sympathy toward him.

"My own reasons, Tuck," I sighed.

My own selfish, inconsiderate reasons.

Tucker watched silently as I thrust my first three periods' spirals into my locker, loose papers flying everywhere. I slammed it shut and turned to face him.

"You were the one that tried to set us up, Sam, remember?" He asked. I leaned against the metal, ignoring the knobs that prodded my back.

"Yeah--"

"And you said no matter what you'd get--"

"I know what I said, Tuck. And...and I meant it, too."

Tucker shook his head.

"Yeah, whatever," He said softly before walking away.

"Hey, Samantha," Pam greeted me as she set her purse on the counter, a wide grin across her face. I bit into my apple, an after-school snack that I always had, and gave her a weak smile. "How was school?"

I cringed. The remainder of the school day consisted of absent glances from Tucker and ecstatic grins from Valerie. During lunch Valerie had invited Danny to sit with us at our now nearly vacant table since Tucker decided to eat his lunch in the computer room to avoid most likely, me. I did my best not to gag on my food as Valerie heavily hinted how bored she would be this weekend with nothing to do. I stuffed my salad down my throat to prevent saying anything and screwing up today any further.

Before I could find if Danny gathered enough courage to ask Valerie out or not, I made up an excuse to leave the table and avoided the pair for the rest of the school day. I was incredibly grateful that it was Friday.

"Fine," I lied, returning to eating my apple. "How was work?"

This was our daily routine. Exchange a brief story about our day before Pam decided to prepare a mean and I to my "homework."

"Great! You'll never guess who showed up to sample the entrées!" I sniffed. I was pretty sure who it was.

"Who?" I asked, faking obliviousness. Pam seemed to buy it.

"Jack came and invited us to dinner at his place!" I sighed. I was having an over-dosage of Jack and his dinners. Would he ever let Pam and I eat alone?

"Wonderful," I said sarcastically before I remembered something dreadful. "Wait a sec. Danny said that Jack can't cook worth a--"

"Oh, he's obviously not going to cook," Pam informed me as she reached into her purse and sprayed perfume all over her body. I scrunched my nose. The perfume smelled too much like beauty salons and the mall. "I'll be cooking. He's come here, took a look around our house, and he wants to return the favor." Pam stuffed the perfume back into her purse and snapped it shut.

"Lovely," I replied tonelessly. In a few short moments I would be facing Danny, the last person I wanted to see at the moment.

"How much homework do you have?" Pam asked me as I bit into the apple.

"Enough."

"Do you think you can finish it up tomorrow?" Did she honestly want me to go that badly?

"I dunno, P—Mom. I've got this book report due soon..."

"Oh, please, Sammykins!" I winced at the name. I stared at the apple core, toying with it in my hands.

"Whatever."

Pam squealed with delight.

"Great. Go...go change, please?" I scoffed as I stood up to throw the apple away. "Into something more...suitable."

I froze in my spot above the trash can.

"If I can wear this to school then it's suitable, okay?" I said through clenched teeth.

It was Pam's turn to sigh now.

"Whatever."

Half an hour later Pam and I were standing in the foyer of the Fenton's household. Jack and Pam exchanged their romantic greetings while Danny and I swayed awkwardly to the side.

"Hey," Danny said to be as I examined a split end.

"Hey." My voice was so small. Vulnerable. I hated it.

"So erm...did you..." He paused, causing me to drop the strand of hair and glance up at him to find what was wrong.

That was a mistake.

Danny's face was fixed with emotions of sympathy and yet eagerness. His eyes seemed to be sending me a secret message, or so I thought. I stiffened. If he were, it would have been about Valerie.

"Did you start on that assignment Lancer gave us yesterday?"

"Oh er...no. I-I'm gonna have my face in that stupid book all weekend."

Danny chuckled.

"You?"

"Not yet. I would have started on it tonight but--" He broke off, apparently thinking that I found the statement to be rude.

"Same here," I assured him. "But Pam adores Jack and, I guess, wants to get to know you better, so...you and me are stuck together."

Danny's smile morphed into the memorial expression. I casually looked away, yet couldn't resist sneaking a glance, only to have the blood from my head rush to my feet. I felt as if I had abruptly stood up after sitting down in the same position for an hour; half of my eyesight being replaced by blue stars.

"So, Sammy," Jack said, scooping a bit of the mashed potatoes Pam had made for dinner. I swished mine around, not exactly hungry. "I hear you're afraid of ghosts?"

I sent Pam a glare. She was the only one who knew that.

"I'm not afraid of them," I mumbled, glancing down at the messy kitchen table. I was nearly impossible to see anything due to the height of the school supplies, Axion Labs files, and Mr. Fenton's inventions that he created. I only hoped that Jack was too lazy to clean off the table and this was its normal height. "I just don't like them is all."

"Well neither do I," Jack stated.

"Then why do you--"

"He just wants to study them, Samantha, no please don't interrupt it's rude," Pam said rapidly from beside me, her voice steadily raising its pitch. I rolled my eyes and took a bite of the carrots.

"So you think that ghosts are interesting enough to devote your whole life to studying?" I asked him. Jack shrugged.

"Sure! Why not? Exploring not only the creatures of another dimension, but the dimension itself."

"Fascinating," I said monotone.

"So er...what is it you wanna do, Sam?" Danny asked me.

"Not too sure," I answered, biting into another carrot. "Something interesting that'll make a difference, I'm sure." Bits of carrot flew out of my mouth and onto Danny's backpack. I felt blush creep up on my neck. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice.

Pam bit into the last part of her meal, as did the rest of us with ours.

"Really great dinner, Pam," Jack said as he stood up, snatching up his and my plate. "Thanks."

"Oh," Pam flushed as she grabbed the remaining dishes off of the table and brought them to the sink. "It was no big deal."

Danny and I stood up, leaving Pam and Jack to do the dishes. Danny snatched his backpack off of the table (I sighed in relief as I saw that the carrot bit was gone).

"You weren't lying when you said your mom was a good cook," Danny explained as he plopped on the living room couch.

I shrugged.

"It's...what she does best, I guess." He smiled as I awkwardly sat myself beside him, averting my eyes to the floor. Any moment now the conversation would painfully end up on Valerie.

"Hey, erm..." Danny scratched his head. "Do you wanna see something?" I looked up from the ground. That was twice tonight he had proven me wrong.

"Oh...erm...what is it?" Danny grinned.

"C'mon." he stood up and I followed, unsure of what to do. With his backpack still in his hands, he grabbed his jacket that was slung over the couch. I grimaced. We would be going outside? He crept out the front door, ensuring that I was at his heels.

The wind was a brutal shock. It had picked up since my last visit outside, roughly two hours ago. I clamped my jaw shut to prevent any chattering, wishing that I had brought a jacket to the Fentons'. The wind whipped through my hair as Danny gently pushed me in the right direction.

"Fire escape," Danny informed me as we approached a flight of metal stairs just outside his door. The Fentons' were somewhat in the middle of the massive condominium building. He threw out his hand as if beckoning me to go ahead. I threw him a cautious look before trudging up against the wind, stopping occasionally, only to have Danny tell me to keep going.

When we came to the end of the stairs, though, he sent me a devious grin

"There's nothing left," I stated, leaning against number thirty-two's door. Danny chuckled.

"Not quite." He pointed to a ladder, beckoning me to go up it. Reluctantly I obeyed.

When my foot hit against the roof of the condos, I felt my shoulders jolt.

"Are you sure it's okay that we're up here?" I asked Danny as he appeared by my side.

He smiled.

"Positive," He said with a smile, adjusting his backpack and stepping forward. "I come up here all the time."

"You've only lived here for--"

"Exactly." I grinned, the nausea in my stomach wilting away.

"Look," Danny said, grabbing my forearm and gingerly pulling me to the edge of the roof, pointing up toward the sky with his other hand. I glanced up, and gasped.

The horizon of Amity Park was dimly lit by the setting sun. Danny nodded and sat on the ledge, his legs dangling over the side. I followed in suit, resting my elbow on my thighs and my chin in my cupped hand.

"It's beautiful," I observed as the sun lowered itself, just moments from disappearing. Danny chuckled.

"So erm..." I tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear, biting my lip. I had to know. "Did you ask Val..." I didn't say anything more. That had to be enough.

Danny seemed taken aback by my sudden interest. He fidgeted in his spot and shrugged.

"Yeah erm...she didn't tell you?" I shook my head.

"I was...in a hurry to get home," I confessed. Danny nodded.

"Oh erm...yeah. Tomorrow...I took your advice. We're going to the Nasty Burger..." I nodded and stared blankly at the now blackened horizon.

"Good," I said, though my voice was as unconvincing as my thoughts of how this was good. How everything would work out in everyone's favor. "Th—that's really good, Danny."

We remained in silence, looking up now at the midnight black sky and the surreal stars that coated it. A long rush of wind swept over us. I stood up on my feet to get warmer. It was freezing outside.

I grabbed the hem of my skirt to prevent it from flying up with the wind, though now my shoulders were cold. To my dismay, my teeth began to chatter.

"Here," Danny offered as he stood up, draping his jacket over my bare shoulders. "I don't need it."

Sudden warmth, and I was sure that it wasn't just because of the jacket, overwhelmed me.

"Thanks," I said, pushing my arms through the sleeves, though I took my time. The inside of it was warm and cozy, but the scent made my legs want to give out. It didn't smell like any cologne able to be purchased, but what did I know?

"It's really pretty tonight," I observed shakily, pointing up to the sky. The stars were dancing madly, constellations burning intensely.

"Yeah," Danny said beside me. "It is."

"Listen, Sam," Danny said softly, grabbing my shoulders. I was bewildered. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you for the longest time." I blinked, my stomach rolling around in my throat.

"What is it?"

Danny closed his mouth and pursed his lips, the grip on my shoulders tightening, as if he were afraid I would slip from his grasp.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I was too astounded by the closeness of us to breathe properly, and felt my bodyweight shift to my unprepared feet.

The next thing I knew I was clutching the ledge of the roof, legs dangling madly. I was sure that the family right below me were baffled at the sight of two legs appearing out their window.

"Sam!" Danny screeched, his eyes widening as he grabbed my hand. My grasp on the ledge let out.

His hand was clammy with sweat and fear, his eyes wide with anxiety. I gripped his forearm as tight as I possibly could, though it was of no use. I was so close to falling, so close to ending my life. He was halfway over the edge of the roof, his legs almost in the air. I could see beads of sweat forming on his lower cheek. The attempt was futile. Any second now I would be squashed like a bug.

My grip loosened. He let out a short gasp.

I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, Danny Fenton was no longer on the roof. In his place, gripping my shoulders, was a snowy white haired boy with neon green eyes.

((Author's Note: (faints) Longest...chapter...EVER! How many pages? THIRTEEN! THIRTEEN PAGES! THIRTEEN! (faints again)
Okay, I hate (stuffs fist in mouth) HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT!
Erm...yes. Nothing really to say here except...COMMENT PLEASE AND I WILL FOREVER ADORE YOU! And so will your ice cream with SPRINKLES! ZOMFG! Because if you don't...the dinosaurs that eat cheese will haunt you. It's scary, I know.
There wasn't much fluff in here...okay not really any...(sobs) I'm so mad right now! WHY CAN'T THERE BE FLUFF? Roar...

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