A/N: I've never seen the actual movie so yeah...

When A Stranger Calls

Chapter Two

Idea

Danny walked into his school uncertainly. He didn't know who called him and was very much freaked out by it. He was just glad to be ignored. I guess it does have its benefits. He hastily walked to his locker where he hoped Sam and Tucker would be, just like always. He sighed with relief when both teens came into view.

"Guys," he said happily.

"Hey, Danny," Tucker greeted. "What happened to you last night? I tried calling several times."

"You're not gonna believe this!" Danny said, only half ignoring Tucker's comment.

"What?" Sam asked shakily.

"I got the weirdest call last night," Danny said. "That's probably why I didn't answer you, Tuck. Some girl called me. I don't know who, but I think it was some sort of...uh...well, you know."

"Like a phone-hooker or something?" Tucker asked, not completely understanding. Danny nodded feebly. Tucker burst out laughing, Sam shifted her weight onto her right foot instead of her left.

"It's not funny, Tucker," Danny snapped. "It was really weird."

"You got called by a hoo-" Tucker started, but both Danny and Sam placed a quick hand over his mouth, put a finger to their lips and said, "SHHH!" Tucker narrowed his eyes at everyone around them to see if anyone had heard. Sam and Danny removed their hands, too preoccupied to even noticed they'd touched. "Sorry," Tucker said, smiling sheepishly. "But I couldn't help myself. That is just too funny."

Danny frowned. "I don't know why, but the pitch of voice sounded almost familiar," he murmured.

"The girl's voice?"

Danny nodded. "Yeah, I couldn't recognize it because I wasn't really paying attention, but-"

"I bet you were paying too much attention to the images floating into your head, huh?" Tucker sneered. He snickered.

"No," Danny said, his cheeks blushing a satisfying shade of pink. "That's not it at all!"

"Sure," Tucker agreed sarcastically.

"Tucker!" Danny said. His friend waved the explanations away and began to walk to class. "Where are you going?"

"Call me when you get your story straight," Tucker said, walking off still. Danny groaned and sighed with frustration. He turned to his locker and began to open it when he noticed Sam's rather dazed expression as she watched other students pass by.

"You've been quiet," Danny remarked towards her, dialing in the last number to his lock-combination. Sam seem to be surprised by his sudden comment that she nearly jumped. She disguised it as merely straightening her present pose.

"Hm?" she asked shakily.

"You've been quiet," Danny repeated. "Why's that?"

"Oh, just...thinking," Sam murmured uneasily. Danny opened his locker and slipped one arm out the strap of his backpack to let it slide down his other arm.

"'Bout what?" Danny asked, crouching down to put his backpack on the floor. He was perfectly concentrated on searching for which books to place in his locker. Sam watched him with great concentration. She felt her mouth go dry. "Sam?" Danny asked, realizing the sudden silence. He stopped and looked up. She was looking at him with an almost daze expression. "Sam?" he tried again.

"Huh?" Sam asked.

Danny looked at her strangely. "I asked what you were thinking about," he said. Before letting her reply, though, he added, "Is something wrong?" She seemed a little spacey, thoughtful.

"Nope, nothing at all," Sam said. "I'll just be right back." She smiled sheepishly and quickly walked away.

"Okay, everyone seems to be acting very strange lately," Danny noticed, picking up his books and closing his backpack. He stood, slinging his backpack about one arm, all the while placing his books in his locker. Afterwards, he began to walk to class. The bell would be ringing soon, so he decided to start off or face being late.

On his way there, though, he walked by a hall that just so happened to be emptying out except for a strange quartet that just so happened to contain the one and only Samantha Manson talking to Star, Paulina, and Valerie. Sam looked uneasy talking with them, but all the while seemed to be listening intently. He also took note of the looks on Paulina, Star, and Valerie's faces. Paulina looked smug; Star looked a little bit on the smug side too; Valerie looked like she was a little annoyed. He wondered why.

His intense focus, however, was quickly interrupted by the tardy bell. In an instant he broke into a run to class. He didn't catch the glimpse Sam had caught of him before he ran out of sight.

"I'm gonna get it now," Sam murmured.

"What?" Star asked.

"Oh, nothing," Sam said. "We should get to class, we'll be late."

"As long as you're with us," Paulina said. "It doesn't matter."

"If you say so..." Sam mumbled.

"We do," Star said. Sam sighed.

Sam joined Danny and Tucker while the two were deep in conversation at their usual lunch table. Well, actually, Danny had his head down, speaking muffled words into his arms. He was obviously annoyed by Tucker's questions and statements. Tucker, however, was very much talking on and on and on and...

...well you get the point. "I think you-" Tucker started, then spotted Sam. "Hey, Sam," he said instead.

"What?" Danny asked, raising his head to looked at Tucker. He had been asking so many questions non-stop, Danny thought that was a complete sentence: 'I think you hey Sam.' Then Danny caught sight of the girl and understood. "Oh, hey, Sam," he greeted as well.

"Hey, guys," Sam said. Danny watched her as she sat down next to Tucker.

"I was just telling Danny he should-" Tucker started, then stopped. "Hey, I know!"

"Know what?" Danny asked.

"We could always trace the call," Tucker said. "My uncle's coming in in a couple of days. He always brings all this weird equipment for tracing calls, and access to accounts on his computer and everything!"

"That's a great idea," Danny agreed. "But how do we know she'll call again?"

"Trust me," Tucker said. "Once they get a hold of your number, they won't stop 'til they get results."

Danny narrowed his eyes as the boy. "How would you know?" he asked suspiciously.

"Uh...I do research," Tucker answered quickly. Both boys erupted into laughter, but Sam remained silent. They began to talk about Tucker's uncle and how they would trace the call and everything, not noticing the girl's tension and uneasiness.

This is bad...

E/N:I finally got myself a plot! Oh yeah! It only took me...so many days! By the way, probably, at the most, this story will only have ten chapters. I don't know.