Sam walked down the hallway. She sighed slightly. Guys were still staring at her, still checking her out. She was going to miss the feeling.
Sam was wearing what she considered a parody of her normal outfit. The top was cut lower. The skirt was cut higher. And she was wearing a lot more bracelets than she usually did.
Danny was waiting for her by her locker. She blushed immediately and tucked her hair behind her ear. Danny was grinning at her. "Hey Danny. What're you so happy about?" She said, mock indignantly. Sam opened her locker to fish out the humongous textbooks she needed for History.
Danny was looking at her outfit with approval. "I definitely like this one best." He stated.
Sam smiled. "Why, thank you. Is that all?"
Danny grinned. "Nah. I just wanted to brag, because," He puffed out his chest and took on a very smug look. "I don't know about you, but I am taking an awesome girl to the dance tonight."
Sam blushed and laughed. "Well, good for you. Unluckily for me, my date's kind of a dweeb."
Danny slumped his shoulders. "Oh thanks, Sam." He pouted at her and made his eyes big.
Sam smiled. "Oh, fine. I guess you could say he might be a cute dweeb."
Danny grinned at her. The smile looked like it might split his face. He was just overjoyed about their conversation last night. He had acted so euphoric, Jazz almost psychoanalyzed him.
Tucker ran up to Sam. No words were spared on greeting. "How many?" He asked.
Sam grinned at him. "Done."
Tucker's jaw dropped. "You have got to be kidding me."
Sam shook her head. "Nope. In fact, I just got my thirty-second invite."
Tucker was fighting his impulse to burst into tears. He nearly stopped breathing. "But… But…"
She patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay, Tuck. You'll get over the loss of your PDA." She started walking down the hall and called over her shoulder. "Eventually!"
Tucker groaned. He pulled out his PDA and hugged it to his chest. Tucker glared at Danny. "Dude, you girlfriend is psycho."
Danny smiled. "Yeah, but I like her like that."
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Paulina was furious. She was spreading rumors left and right; riling up all the girls whose boyfriends' attention was stolen by the Goth geek's makeover.
It wasn't affecting her. It was so odd to watch. This girl had a shield around her. She just barged through hordes of glaring girls, not batting an eyelash. It was like immunity, or something.
Paulina flipped her hair over her shoulder. She would bring the girl down. And her little boy toy too.
