Yo! Hi, I got 7 reviews! I'm a bit sad that the 214 people that read my story didn't review, but oh well! Yeah, if pple say that I made Sam too immature well all I got to say is oh well! Don't read my story! If I make grammar mistakes just bare with me! I'm only 13 (I just turned that February) Well yeah. I don't have good grades in English class anyways! Besides I don't watch DP anymore or I don't read DP stories anymore. If I made Sam OOC that was because I don't like to make Sam emo or some sort cause really that's not cool. Besides I hate stories like that! So I made her more lively and I didn't like how Danny's so dumb or dense or how he just is a nerd! So not cool. So if you don't like my story DON'T READ IT. DON'T EVEN TRY. Oh yeah if you do like my story then I have one thing to say to you.
Chapter 3--
"RIIINNNNNNNG! RIIIIIIING! RIINNG! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" UGH! Alarm clocks. Seriously someone needs to destroy every single one of these things.
And why should we do that?
Cause my ears are now bleeding.
From my bed, underneath my covers I take my fist and hit (so professionally) at the place where I know the evil thing was. And just so greatly, it shuts up. Making those beautiful morning sounds, I make my way out of my bed when my mom calls from downstairs.
"SAMMY-KINS!!!! It's already 6:54!"
WHAT??? Shiiiiit!! I have to leave right now for the bus!! I quickly tore off my clothes and put on a simple neon green shirt with some words on it or something and a yellow skirt with some pink smileies print from the hamper (yes, I know how I don't match or how I must smell… but I'm in a hurry!). Dashing down the stairs I grabbed a piece of toast on the table that my parents were eating and after saying my goodbyes, I ran for my life to the leaving bus.
After having slammed my hands onto the damn bus the sound of screeching doors opened. I ran inside. Everybody stared at me and started to whisper. Now, I know that my hair may be a bit (more like a lot…) tanglely and unmanageable and I know I probably smell like smelly armpits but do they have to stare at me like THAT??
"Look at her, talk about un-matching." I started to hear.
Yeah, well I don't care!! I thought to myself.
"Ew, she smells!"
Good, if that's the only way for you to stay away from me!
"Look at her T-shirt. I so knew it!"
I quickly looked down at my shirt and felt like smacking my forehead. My shirt says,-
"I'm a terrorist. Stop looking at me or I'll blast your head off. OH JOY TO THE WORLD!"
Oh great, now my status of ever having people thinking I'm cool is……. Negative 1 percent. Joy to the world. I hope someone blows my head off!
Avoiding eyes, I sat at an empty seat near the window. But just as I plopped myself down I caught glance of blue eyes. Danny walked out of his house and over his lawn like he had all the time in the world. His black hair hung lazily in his bored eyes, wearing a dark blue long sleeve and over it a black DC shirt and blue dickie's pants, his backpack slung lazily over his right shoulder. I rolled my eyes as he got onto the bus. The bus driver scowled as Danny walked in. Unlike my rash burst in, people acknowledged Danny pretty nicely, the boys saying their "was ups" and high fives and the girls swooning over him and asking him if he would sit next to them. But he denied them all. I quickly looked away from him, hoping he would not see. Why? Cause if he sees me he'll be mean to me!
After awhile of staring down at blue Coverse shoes like it was amazing pair of magical shoes, I concluded that all was safe and I could stop smelling myself. In the middle of my happy 3 minutes of pure bliss on being un-noticed, I feel a warm breath right near my ear, sending unwanted shivers up my spine. "Hey Sammy-kins…," I hear someone from behind me whisper coolly in my ear.
Immediately I whirled around in my seat and pointed at Danny accusingly with one of my eyes twitching. "You freak, breathing in my ear like…. Like some freak!"
Danny rolled his eyes. "Ok, before you go all psycho on me, all I wanted to say to you is that you stink."
Seriously, why do people find it important to smell me? "Yeah.. Well you stink more!" I shot back triumphantly smiling. Beat that Danny.
Danny smiled back at me charmingly. Wait what "No, I think your just smelling yourself."
Just on cue the whole bus started to laugh at me, Oh joy, even the old bus driver finds it funny My face started to burn in which I knew that my face and forehead would be red with what I wish was more of madness then sheer embarrassment. "Hey how about you all mind your own god damn business, you stupid nosy losers with no lives!" I yelled in my chair glaring in every single direction and every single person. But unlike my hopes of them to back off they began to laugh more and talk with Danny (even though I could hear) and say how lame I was.
Yet another day Danny takes a blow to my ego.
Not that you had an ego.
I slumped in my seat. It has been a month since the first day of school and everything became evident to me on how my life really sucks.. Danny is popular kid in school and even the school's heart throb and he hates me. Everybody in school knows it too, I mean who couldn't see it? He makes fun of me, and teases me and reminds me that I'm an ugly fat smelly girl everyday. I mean, Mom says "He teases you because he likes you," but hello?! Danny doesn't tease me because he "likes" me.
Danny teases me because he hates me.
I looked at hands and sighed. Ok. Truth be told, I have the smallest like.. really smallish crush on Danny. Like, I almost don't have a crush on him! But I do…I mean a little! The big problem is, that Mom wants me to be Danny's girlfriend. There is absolutely no way I could obtain that even if I wanted to.
You do--
Not! Shut up you stupid person in my head!
You and I are the same person, which means your telling yourself to shut up and that you're a stupid person.
-Sobs- You make me such a sad girl.
No, you are already a sad poor boy. You're in love with a guy that hates your guts and blood cells, you like to wash your hair with syrup rather than shampoo and you also want to kill Danny.
Hey, the syrup makes my hair smell sweet and taste good! What's wrong with trying to be pretty and tasty! Wait… Kill Danny? That's a great idea! I can't be his "boyfriend" if he's dead!
I smirked evilly as I started to formulate my evil plan. Oh, Danny won't see it coming.
The bus finally reached the school and I rushed outside. I didn't pay attention to anything educational at all.
For the first 3 periods I've tried my best to kill Danny.
First period: I outstretched my leg in hopes of Danny tripping and cracking his ugly head. Danny without even looking at me -but he was smirking- steps really hard onto my foot.
First period going to Second period: I ran like a mad hog with my arms outstretched in front of me, in hopes of Danny falling down the stairs in a "accident". He, almost sensing my attack, moved aside for me to knock down some innocent boy walking near the stairs. But I didn't realize that I missed Danny , so I decided to laugh evilly as my "victim" tumbled down the stairs screaming, but after a while, the realization hit me that Danny was not my "victim" and he was actually behind me giving me weird looks. From there on, I ran away from the crime scene like the innocent little girl I am. Or was.
Third period: I tried using my corrupted brain power to give Danny a headache that will make him want to die. After 30 minutes of doing so, I got angry and started to bang my head on my desk repeatedly in hopes of transferring my pain to Danny and to make him suffer. The result was me getting a headache, and the teacher coming over to me asking what's wrong. I just told her I was committing suicide…And she believed me.
Now it was lunch time and I still was seeking plans to kill Danny. I gazed around the courtyard clutching my bag lunch and spotted my friends sitting in our usual spot, a table near a weeping willow tree. I walked over to my friends and we said our usual hellos as I sat down. Looking for a way to tell my friends I began to sputter nonsense. "Erg.. Um.. Guys.. I.. Uh…have boy problems." Jazz and Maria looked at me confused.
"YOU like some guy?" Maria said with her eyebrow raised.
"NO!" I said quickly. Why do people always take what I say wrong? "I mean to say that I want to.. Kill somebody and I need some ideas."
Jazz looked at me suspiciously, probably already knowing who I meant, but wanted to hear it from my own mouth first. "And do I know who this guy is?"
I quickly took my banana out of my paper bag and threw it at Danny who sat with Tucker and some of his cronies at a table somewhat close by. And of course with my skills, the throw only ended up hitting Danny square in the face. NOT WHAT I INTENDED! I was going for more of a killing blow, but with a banana as a weapon, I really shouldn't have expected much. "That guy" I said to my startled friends. I smiled sweetly as I watched Danny catch the banana that fell from his face and throw it to the floor in an angry fashion. Then Danny's raised his narrowed eyes to me, his jaw tightened as he stood up and started to stride over to me, his friends stared at me and Danny but said nothing, not even Tucker. I stood up tall and smiled up at Danny as he glared down at me, oviously trying to intimidate me, and even though it was somewhat working I didn't show it in my face.
He leaned closer to my face so that he was only inches away, making me hold my breath momentarily. "You think you're so bad and mighty, but really I can break you like a twig" He said smoothly while staring into my eyes as if looking deep into my soul.
I tried not to show that my blood just turned cold. "Yeah, w-well I can break you like a leaf turning into a twig.. But the leaf died so it didn't turn into anything!"
Real smooth Sam. Leaves turning into twigs but dying. REAL SMOOTH.
Danny smiled tauntingly. "Did I just hear a stutter? What, is Ms. Sammy-kins scared of big bad Danny?"
"Yeah-NOOOOO!" I blurted out, and cursed his evil smile that makes me say things without me knowing. "I meant that you make my pants scared, but I am the wearer of my pants and I shall not cower under a tall freak like yo-ahh!" I screamed as I felt myself fall from having to stand on my tippy-toes. Just as sudden as my fall, I felt two strong arms grab my waist and pull me up. I stared shocked that Danny would even care if I fell and hit my head on the table.
Danny flashed his hundred dollar smile at me. "Tall freak, eh? And by the way, your not even wearing pants."
I quickly looked down, and just as he said, there was no pants-just some ugly skirt from my dirty hamper. "Damn Hamper." Right then and there I realized that Danny was still holding my waist and if not his hands were there, I'd fall again cause I was absolutely leaning my weight on his hands. Danny must've realized this too cause he let go randomly (as if disgusted), making me fall to the floor. Though I fell to the floor, I was also reminiscing about another guy (or ghost) dropping me to the floor with the same carelessness as Danny.
Danny leaned down to look me in the eye, and smiled as he poked me on the forehead. "I win Sammy-kins. I win this battle, and I will win all the other battles we'll have, just like in third grade." He said as he pushed lightly on forehead with his finger and walked away. Dumbfounded my mouth dropped slightly and then I closed it and thought silently in my head,
'You won this time Danny, but only this time, cause I'm gonna get ya'
Right then my friends picked me up by my arms and brought me over to our table.
"What happened? All I heard from you was leaves turning into twigs.."
I didn't listen to my friends for the whole lunch period… cause I kept on singing in my head, "one way, or another, I'm gonna get ya" song over and over.
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"Sammy? How can I make a guy like me?"
I looked over to Maria, she had her head on her desk staring at the back of some guy's head who sat in the row ahead of ours. I squint to get a better look, the guy Maria was staring at was talking to Danny, I knew, cause I could tell from his obnoxious hair.
You mean really sexy hair.
No!!
In that moment I realized who the person was that was sitting next to Danny. It was Eric. The boy that said I raped Danny. (chapter 2 if you already forgotten)
I scrunched up my nose in distaste as I remembered him, and didn't hold my loud scoff. Or my loud outburst. "EW! HIM?!!" I didn't care that I screamed it out, it was study period and the teacher usually took their brake this time, and was currently not in the class room. (A/N btw Jazz isn't here.)
In the middle of my 'oh my god-ing' I saw Maria's nose flare, something I learned that she does when she's in her "PMS-ing" mood, and she quickly took out a textbook, a rather large one, and held it above my head, as if she was going to kill me. But instead of watching my life flash before my eyes I started to hear the annoying voice of Eric.
"What are you screeching about, Manson?"
I turned to look at the ugly face of Eric, and besides him, Danny, who also was watching me closely. I glanced back at Maria, who had taken the textbook and pretended to read it silently.
"I wasn't screeching about YOU if that's what you're implying." I said rather coldly. "Besides, you smell like a bad egg."
"So you were talking about Eric," Danny said while rolling his eyes, as if to tell me I was so easy to figure out. "And by the way, at least he doesn't smell like you"
"YEAH!! Well at least I don't smell people!" Then I smiled evilly "And what? Are you standing up for you're little boyfriendEric!!" I said as I thrusted my finger at Eric.
Eric scoffed. "Hmp! At least we HAVE friends to stick up for us. How bout' you take your friendless ass out of our eyesight!" Danny laughed.
"What! I have friends! Right there!" I pointed to Maria, who sat uncomfortably, hiding behind the rather large textbook. Damn Maria's stupid crush…
Seeing that they, themselves got me there, they turned around and laughed harder. Almost as if.. As if…
As if they thought they had WON.
But Sam Manson doesn't go down that easily!!!
"You know you two shouldn't laugh, you'll contaminate the air!"
Danny turned around to face me "Everybody in this class room could fart at the same time, but no matter what, it wouldn't smell as bad as you."
Eric turned around to look at me too. "Yeah, and Manson, we don't want to talk to an ugly duckling like you, so just talk to the dirt underneath my fingernails!" He said as he showed me his hand. My mouth dropped. Why? Because Eric's fingernails were
Hideous. There was no other way to explain how ugly the sight of it was. Hell the stuff underneath his fingernails didn't even look like dirt.
"That's disgusting!!" I said as I scrunched up my nose again. "What the hell is underneath your fingernails?! Poop?!" I said with my eye's widening. I don't think I could ever be exaggerating when I claim that someone has a substance like poop caked underneath their fingernails. That. Is. Just. Plain. Gross.
"You know what? You and Danny make the perfect pairing. Your both disgusting." I said Blankly.
I saw Danny open his mouth but closed it when Eric got up from his seat and walked over to me, so he was in front of my desk. "You know what's disgusting Manson?" Eric asked coolly, but instead of waiting to hear my reply he shoved his index finger up his nose. I sat there, dumbstruck, my eyes were wide-almost able to pop out, and my mouth dropped. I must have looked really ugly right now, but what do I care? I have a front view of a guy digging his finger up his nose. The feeling of nausea washed over me as the boy reached gold, and brang back his finger, revealing a brownish yellow booger the size of your finger nail (which also made me wonder how the hell you could breathe properly with that in your nose). I was grossed out I couldn't speak, but continued to feel the nausea worsen as Eric leaned in so he was right in front of my face, holding out his booger as if to offer it to me. "This is what's disgusting Manson. This is." Eric whispered as he thrust the booger into my mouth.
You might be wondering how I was feeling at that moment.
Let me tell you.
A loud screeching noise rang out that seemed to last forever, everybody and everybody turned to look at me, shocked, and scared. Everybody (except Danny who seemed more than slightly amused) seemed to have same expression-freaked out. And they had all the right to be.
"YOU ASSHOLE!!!!" I said as fury washed over me. A booger was in my mouth. A booger that was not mine.
Can you taste the obnoxious boy-ness? Can't you get AIDs from such a thing?
Right at that moment my fist flew and hit Eric's nose, making him fall to the floor clutching his pathetic nose. "ERAAAAAAAAG! STUPID ASS!" I yelled as I leaped over him and ran madly to the teachers desk and grabs the old man's water bottle and gurgled the water in my mouth and started to spit. I spat at the walls, the floor, and at people.
"Eww! Eww! Stop spitting at me-" A girl named Star said before I grabbed her collar and looked her right in the eye with my evil look.
"What! WHAT BITCH YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT! WHAT? DO YOU WANT ME TO PUT A BOOGER IN YOUR MOUTH!" I yelled loudly which shut her up, I quickly turned to look at everybody "I'LL SPIT AT YOU IF I EEFFING WANT TO! NOBODY'S GONNA STOP ME!! NOBODY!!" I yelled as I took in some water and gurgled and spat at everybody in the front row. Once I was done with the water bottle I dropped it to floor and started screaming nonsense in the air.
How can I live? NO! I couldn't live, I couldn't.. I WON'T!!!!!!!!!!!
I screamed "I WON'T LIVE!!!" and with that I sped to the teacher's desk, yanked one of the lamp's plug out of it's outlet, and held the lamp over my head, "I'm committing suicide and NOBODY and I'm mean NOBODY is going to stop me!!" I said and brang down the lamp to me head quickly.
But it wasn't what I expect.
I expected pain, blood... And most of all, me dropping to the floor, dead.
And none of that (surprisingly) happened.
But just right when the lamp would've touched my head, I heard a crash. I opened one of my squinted eyes, to only see the lamp shattered to the floor. I looked up, there, in front me was Danny, looking slightly pale-but not from shock at all, he seemed in command of himself or of this situation, and his eyes were an odd color of Blue-ish Green (A/N his hair is the same black. He's only looking different cuz he's using his powers only a little).
And then it hit me, I wasn't dead. Danny had taken the lamp from my grasp before I could do any self harm.
Damn Him and his abnormal self. (or speed)
"I can't believe you'd try to kill yourself.." Danny mumbled while running his hand over his hair.
"I.. I can't believe you stopped me!!" I quickly took a vase and tried to smash it to my head before I could be stopped. But nothing really goes my way. I felt myself be slammed to a wall and pinned by Danny. With only one of his hands he had both of my hands pinned above my head, and his face was so close to my face that my nose almost brushed his nose. Danny looked me dead in the eye and growled.
"You want to kill yourself booger-mouth…" Danny said slightly annoyed and maybe.. Angry? ",Then at least let me do it."
Then there was all black, as I fell limp into strong arms. My last thought before I blacked out was
I was wrong, Danny doesn't smell bad at all. In fact.. He smells quite nice.
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Danny POV
I lifted Sammy-kins bridal-style, and walked over to my desk and hers and picked up our backpacks. But before I could walk out of the eerily quiet classroom, the girl Sammy was sitting next to spoke up.
"Hey! D-Did you kill.. Kill Sam.. Because if you did, I'll kill you!" I turned to look at the girl, she was holding up her large textbook-as if to threaten me that if I killed Sam she'd beat me like a mad woman with the large book.
I rolled my eyes. At least now I knew Sam actually did have friends who cared about her.
I addressed the class in a loud voice, "Today we all learn not to stick you're boogers into other people's mouths or else they'll go psycho on you and try to kill themselves. Then people like me have to knock them unconscious." and with that, I left, with the burden of flying home with extra fat on my arms.
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Sorry I couldn't update sooner. I was thinking of updating but I didn't exactly want to. So sorry…..And remember that you should review me. I'm only a 13 yr old. So be easy on me cause I know I have grammar mistakes.