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As soon as the final class let out, I decided to hunt down Danny. He would most likely be heading to his locker like anyone else would on a Friday afternoon.

In all of my correctness, Danny was there in the busy crowd. His head was hidden behind his locker door as he shoved whatever books into his backpack. It looked like he had a lot of weekend homework he most likely won't do.

I took my chance to snatch his backpack from him while he was unsuspecting.

A flash of confusion widened his eyes. Danny spun his head towards me. I notice the tension within him only slacken slightly.

I grinned, which he did not return, while holding up his backpack to taunt him.

"Can I have that back, Sam?" he didn't seem to have the intention to play along.

"You have to get it," I began to back up. I zipped up the backpack and slung it over my shoulders while balancing my own books in my other arm. I slipped in between my peers. I was the only person walking against the crowd trying to escape the building as fast as possible.

I heard Danny slam his locker, rather loudly, shut.

I was certain that I was able to disappear briefly from his view. While I was shorter than most of the teenagers that swarmed around me, my goth look also made me stand out in the crowd.

I picked up my pace as I turned down an almost deserted hallway. I was lucky I could still outrun Danny when he was just himself, not Phantom. As Phantom, he had the help of ghost powers to make him more fit.

I dug a bobby pin out of my pocket and picked at the knob of the janitor's closet. I slyly opened it and ducked inside. I intentionally left the door cracked open for Danny to find. Barely a moment later he stepped inside.

Danny didn't close the door behind him. I reached around him, barely grazing his shoulder, and shut it myself. I pretended not to notice how Danny stepped further away from me at the barely skin contact.

"Can I have that back now?" Danny held out his hand for the back pack. He looked at my face, but not directly into my eyes. On the contrary, I was taking in all the blueness of his orbs that I possibly could. They weren't bright and beautiful now, instead they seemed foreign and dull. It ached my chest, not too painfully.

"No," I backed against the wall. If I gave it to him now, he could easily phase through the door and away from me. "You and I need to talk," I stated as a matter of fact.

It was clear he did not wish to be here. Too bad. Don't think you can hide from me, Danny, I know where you live.

"Why are you acting weird?" I pressed, even though I was almost certain I knew why already.

Danny made a noise that somewhat gave away that he was about to lie. "I'm not acting weird," he crossed his arms like a bratty teenager.

I rolled my eyes at his immaturity. "You totally are," I scoffed, "you've avoided not only me, but Tucker too."

"Well I wouldn't want to infringe on your couple time," Danny mocked. I was taken aback by how quickly he responded. I pretended that I was not hurt by Danny's tone.

"Between Tucker and I?" I asked, hoping that my attitude showed how crazy he sounded. It had almost slipped my mind that Tucker and I were fake dating, somewhat. I know Danny and I have shared fake-out make-outs, but with Tucker… let's just say he's not even getting a kiss on the cheek. Honestly we've only told Danny that we were dating, or at least I did, we never actually acted as a couple. "You aren't infringing on anything."

I noticed the way his left eye twitched. "Well aren't I special," he almost spat. Okay, he was getting mad, and we haven't even talked yet. I have never met a girl more moody than Daniel Fenton.

"Why are you mad at me?" my voice unitentionally raised. I didn't mean to sound so defensive, but I couldn't help myself. "I didn't do anything wrong." Except lie to you, but other than that.

"Of course not," Danny sarcastically chuckled. "Not you, Sam," he said my name so bitter-sweet, "you would never do anything wrong."

I was speechless for a second. What the actual hell? Not to be that person, but I was somewhat beginning to feel personally attacked. I never held myself above others, especially him or Tucker.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I narrowed my eyes at him, almost daring him to say something stupid.

Danny didn't care though. "You always play the victim when you know for a fact you have done something wrong."

I was speechless. I stared wide-eyed into Danny's. He looked way beyond foreign now, something must have happened overnight because this was not my Danny.

For starters, I don't even know how his argument, which is not true, has to fit into our situation at all. I was playing the victim? Of what exactly? I would've asked him that, but the words just didn't seem to form.

"You know it's true too," Danny smirked. It wasn't playful, just mean. It was the same type of smile Dash would give right before he shoved Danny in a locker.

He didn't move and neither did I. My eyes felt more watered than they were a moment ago. My head began to ache along with a rare feeling of my chest growing sore. I really did not know the kid infront of me.

Danny, as confusing as he could be, was always readable to an extent. But in this moment, I had no idea as to what could possibly be going on in his head.

"Here," I muttered, my voice breaking as the word ended. I shoved his backpack into his chest, not caring that I did it roughly enough that he had to take a step back. I turned my head away from Danny, focusing on opening the closet door and getting away from him as fast as humanly possible.

Not once did I glance back at Danny as I left the closet. He didn't call my name out in a protest. This was different. It wasn't a fight. In a fight, we'd go back and forth before ending up apologizing when someone tries to angrily walk away. Here I am walking away, feeling more dejected than ever, and no sign of Danny trying to muster up an apology.

I kept my head down while walking quickly through the hallways. I didn't bother to stop for my locker as I headed straight for the exit.

I ignored Tucker, who was walking in the other direction than I. He stopped right before me, "Hey, Sam?" I could tell that Tucker had noticed something was wrong, but I didn't bother to stop and talk. I had a strong desire to be alone. Tucker didn't follow me either, which left me feeling relieved. Maybe he could deal with Danny, because I surely didn't want to.

I am proud of myself for one thing other than controlling myself from punching that Danny in the face. From the walk from school to home, which seemed to take forever, not once did I cry. I didn't cry as I walked up my stairs. I did not cry as I slammed my door shut behind me. And I did not cry as I threw myself down onto my bed, feeling exhausted from what should've been an average day. Maybe I came close to it, but that's unnecessary information. I knew in that moment that I did not have feelings for Danny, because if I had, then my cheeks would've been soaked.

I woke up without even realizing that I had fallen asleep. It was darker in my room now than it had been whenever I had fallen asleep. I rubbed my eyes before blinking at the ceiling.

Waking up in the middle of the evening made me feel distant from the world. Reality had continued while I slept like a baby. I wouldn't be surprised if I had woken up to Earth five years later.

I rolled over to check my phone. The screen almost blinded me. The time flashed, showing that it was a little past 9 O'clock. Below that, several (hundred) messages and calls came from Tucker.

I read all the texts which turned from several attempts at saying hi to panic. I rolled my eyes at the last text, which was half an hour ago, of Tucker threatening to invade my house if I didn't answer.

I decided to call him back.

"Sam!" Tucker answered half way through the first ring. "Do you know how many times I've called? Don't pull a Danny and just ignore me!"

I really didn't want to think about Danny. If anything, I wanted him to be furthest from my mind.

"I wasn't ignoring you," I sighed while sitting up, "I was sleeping."

"Sleeping?" he sounded rather judgemental on the other side. "Who sleeps from five to nine in the afternoon?"

"I do," I said with lack of a better comeback. "What are you up to?" I mumbled while absentmindedly picking at my nail.

"Danny and I talked earlier," Tucker mentioned, answering a question I hadn't even asked.

I really wanted to try and forget Danny, even if it was for five minutes. At this time, it was as if Danny was inescapable. Oh how I really wanted to run away and hide. "Really?" I tried my hardest to sound uninterested.

"Let's hang out," Tucker suggested even though it was already almost dark.

"Fine," I said, even though I wasn't particularly in the mood to. I already knew that we would be spending our time sitting around talking about Danny. Not to mention that I'm also going to have to order two pizzas upon his unspoken request; I have to make sure I get my vegan food while he eats his "meatatarian" crap.

"Cool cause I'm down stairs," he chirped nonchalantly.

I jumped out of my bed and skidded into the hallway. Leaning over the ramp, I looked down into my living room, seeing Tucker on the couch making himself at home. He wasn't kidding about invading my house after all.

"Hi, Sam," Tucker called up to me waving.

I needed to talk to my grandma about letting strange, teenage boys into the house.

After I had hung up on Tucker, we moved our party of two to the theater room in the basement. As usual, Tucker expressed his amazement of my parents' wealth.

"You know," Tucker plopped down onto a recliner, "you have all of this nice stuff but not once have I gotten a Christmas gift over one hundo. Don't hold that allowance back on me." I rolled my eyes at him while snorting softly. I didn't bother to mention the obvious that Christmas was months away.

"Yeah and all I've gotten is a homemade card on recycled computer paper so I guess we're even," I smirked. My family didn't even celebrate Christmas, yet I still managed to participate in the holiday every year.

It wasn't long until pizza boxes were stacked up between Tucker and I. To no surprise, Tucker had easily eaten an entire pizza, and was working his way through another box. In contrast to his bottomless pit of a stomach, I had only eaten half a slice. I wasn't in the mood for food anyways. It was hard to keep down the bland taste with Danny lurking in the back of my mind.

My thumbs expertly moved over the game controllers. Tucker had brought with him another violent game. Everytime he comes over he thinks that he could bring some game I've never heard of and win. Not gonna lie, it felt good to kick his ass everytime no matter what the game was. I never wanted Tucker to forget that just because I was a girl didn't mean I couldn't beat him.

Tucker groaned once more as my character shot his down. He tossed my controller to the side in defeat. I could only smirk at his frustration.

"Ha, you suck," I rubbed in his face.

"Hey," Tucker crossed his arms, "I could be worse. I could play like Danny."

I felt the smile fade from my lips. There was an uncomfortable look in Tucker's face as the silence settled between us.

"Um Sam-"

"Don't," I cut him off, holding up a hand to quiet him. "I don't want to talk about it." I probably looked like a five year old pouting as I purposely faced only the TV and began to set up another round.

I gave Tucker an annoyed look when he responded to my actions by standing directly in front of me. "You're blocking my view," I complained while trying to look around him.

I hated when Tucker tried to act like my dad. He wanted to get serious and have a sit down talk. Tucker was never serious and I really didn't want to express my feelings, not that I had any, especially for Danny.

He placed his hands on his hips, staring me down with the same parental look my own parents gave me when I wore something different than the pink dress they suggested for me.

"What, Tucker?" I obliviously asked. My voice slipped into a moody teenager tone that I've heard several of the other girls at school use. I cringed internally. Sam, get ahold of yourself.

"We have to talk about you and Danny," Tucker simply stated.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring the ache in my chest, "There's nothing to talk about."

"But something happened between you-"

"There's nothing between us," I quickly spoke, cutting off Tucker once more.

Tucker fourrowed his eyebrows in confusion. I really didn't know what he was thinking, but I would have to guess that it was denial to my claim.

"Sam," Tucker's voice was more soft than mine. I hated when he said my name like that, it usually meant that he was concerned for me as an older relative would be for a kid that got it's head stuck in a doggy door. I would only know that after hearing Danny's mom talk to him after he actually did get his head stuck in a doggy door. They don't even have a dog.

"What happened between you and Danny earlier?" Tucker pressed. I just bit my lip in silence. "Danny and I talked earlier. Something was very wrong with him, and something is wrong with you now. You guys are never like this."

I continued to choose to remain silent, even though a part of me desperately wanted to ask Tucker what exactly he and Denny had talked about. I had a good hunch that I was probably a subject of that conversation.

"I don't know how you're going to get through this if you refuse to tell Danny about your feelings," Tucker sighed.

As soon as Tucker said that, something inside of me ticked. I knew it wasn't his fault, he was just trying to help, but I am done with Danny from here on out. "I do not have feelings for what's-his-face," I snapped.

"We both know you do," Tucker deadpanned.

I stood up, feeling suddenly trapped between the chair and Tucker. "Maybe, just maybe, I had before," I spun on my heel to face Tucker, he jumped slightly, "but now, there's nothing. I have no feelings for Danny, good or bad. I feel nothing. I don't even know who he is anymore." I was out of breath from how strained my voice had become. I hadn't even realized that my fists were balled up until I released my fingers. I looked down to see several nail imprints on my palms.

I sat, or moreso fell, back into my seat. Tucker did the same thing right beside me.

"It sucks," Tucker said, staring at the screen in front of us, "but Danny is just having trouble with his emotions and all."

"What emotions? He doesn't like me and I don't get how you can't see that," I mumbled in a defeated tone.

"I don't get how you can't see that he does."

I didn't make a comment towards that, mostly because I was unsure of what to say. On cue, I heard Tucker's phone go off. I recognized the specialized ringtone to be for Danny. Of course it was Danny. I leaned in close to the phone, hoping to hear the other end.

"Tucker!" Danny sounded out of breath. Even though it was a little past midnight, Danny was probably still out fighting ghosts. I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit bad for him, usually Tucker and I would help and end the ghost duties hours earlier.

"Yo man, what's up?" Tucker casually responded.

"I'm sorry to do this to ya but I'm actually really backed up. Box ghost let out a few ghosts who let out other ghosts and there's just a lot here." I was somewhat bothered by how casual Danny had sounded. His voice wasn't cold or distant from Tucker as it had been from me.

"Say no more," Tucker quipped. I could hear the sound of Danny shooting out an ecto beam followed by a short cry.

"You sure? If you're busy with Sam or something-"

"Nah, man. I'm all free." Tucker quickly mouthed an apology at me. I shot a glare at him. While I was somewhat relieved to not be mentioned, I was also insulted that I was gonna get ditched.

"Cool!" Another shot could be heard. "I'm right by the Nasty Burger!" Danny yelled before a click and then silence was on the line.

I looked over at my phone. Not a single call.

"'All free'?" I challenged Tucker with a raised eyebrow.

He gave me an apologetic look, "Sam I-"

I waved him off while forcing a smile. I did feel suddenly tired even though I took a heap of a nap earlier. "It's cool," I put the rest of the pizza in the basement fridge. "I'm going to sleep anyways."

"I mean you can come," Tucker suggested, even though that option wasn't considerable by either of us.

I snorted in response, "Yeah, right after Danny gives me a big ole hug."

Tucker whipped his hands onto his cargo shorts. I could see faint marks from the leftover grease. I really wanted to recommend water and soap to Tucker but I kept my mouth shut.

"I better get going," Tucker looked at his PDA, probably checking the time. "Hang out tomorrow?" Tucker asked from the base of the stairs.

I only shrugged my shoulders, not sure if I particularly wanted to. Not that I minded Tucker, but I really did want alone time. I was basically becoming my very own best friend. Tucker and Danny had each other while I had myself.

Tucker gave me a reassuring look before disappearing up the stairs. I stood there for a moment until I heard the front door shut with a bang.

The feeling of being very alone flooded through me. I wondered if it was time for me to make new friends.

I sighed before moving to clean up the area. My parents were loaded, but they never hired a maid. I didn't mind it though. A maid would make me feel like a snobbish rich kid.

I decided to hang out for a little longer in the basement. I was tired, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep for a little while.

I tuned the TV onto a generic horror channel. It was a classic movie, based on the cheesy screams and low resolution. I laughed to myself when the blonde lead tripped on the grass. The way she flailed her arms made me think that she has never actually tripped before in her life.

In a strange way, my life could be like a horror movie. It wasn't because of all the ghosts. I got used to them a long time ago, I've seen children scarier than ghosts. I was like the blonde actor from the 1970s, constantly making myself fall.

I still didn't want to think about Danny, but I was completely failing. All I could do was think about him. I wouldn't say I hated Danny, even though he was acting like a huge jerk, but I certainly was not having any pleasant thoughts about him, unless throwing a brick at his face is pleasant.

I got a headache thinking about our "talk" in the closet earlier. A part of me hoped that Danny didn't mean it. I was becoming awfully aware of how much I was pitying myself. Was I playing victim?

It was my fault to begin with. Between the two of us, I had become more of a liar. I know Tucker wanted me to tell the truth, but the truth just didn't feel like an option. I wasn't even sure what the truth was anymore. I don't have feelings for Danny, but why did I tell him I was dating Tucker? He wasn't clueless because Tucker and I were dating. Why did we even call Danny clueless in the first place? I pretended not to know.

I began picking at my nails, wishing that I had nail polish to peel off. My nails were short and chipped, something that would give Paulina a heart attack.

I wasn't focused much on the movie, I wasn't really focused on anything but mindless thoughts. I didn't look up until I heard a humming sound. It was off tune, and didn't fit in with the movie.

Narrowing my eyes, I paused the TV. Everything was silent for a second before I heard the humming once more.

I jumped up once I realized that it was coming from behind me. My eyes landed on a glowing girl with a mess of bright, red hair. I recognized her from school as the new ghost, or at least it was her first time showing herself in Amity Park.

Her skin was glowing a few tints lighter than before. Her red, curly hair seemed more wild this time around as well. She had that look ghosts got when they've seemed to become more adaptive to the environment, more powerful.

I noticed the same shift in Danny over the pest few months. As he had gotten more abilities, his hair lightened in in ghost form. His green eyes also slowly shifted from a natural green color to a more unnatural, bright green. That didn't mean that the color wasn't mesmerizing.

Serena was, strangely enough, taking a bite out of my vegan pizza. I didn't know that ghosts were vegan, or even ate at all.

"What are you doing here?" I asked slowly, thinking if I had a Fenton Ray stashed away anywhere near by. I did not.

She continued to hum to herself, almost as if she was ignoring me. I wasn't sure what to do. I recalled her being very bipolar earlier and didn't want to risk having to deal with that again.

I shifted on my feet, still waiting for a reply. The door wasn't too far away, I wondered if I could take off without disturbing her. I doubted that that was likely since she was probably more than aware of my presence.

"What are you doing here?" I asked again, making sure to keep my tone neutral.

She dropped the remaining crust into the pizza box. I hated when people did that. Not only were they wasting good bread, but they were putting their garbage food back with the good, unused slices.

A twitch of a smile played at her lips as she wiped her hands together. "I heard you and the boy talking earlier," she finally said.

"Tucker?" I wondered, not sure about how much earlier she meant.

"That weird kid with the red hat? Nah," she twisted her face slightly, almost as if the thought of him creeped her out. The idea was funny, Tucker even warning off ghost girls without trying. Tucker wasn't that bad.

"The other one," Serena tapped her hand on the counter, "the halfa."

Of course it was Danny. I really couldn't escape him. Everyone always wanted to talk about Danny. Even my own mind wouldn't shut up about him already.

"You know," Serena began to approach me, "I didn't even think of going back to my old school. Too many awful memories there, ya know? But then I heard about this halfa who was always hanging around there. Apparently a lot of people didn't like the guy, but I wanted to check it out for myself."

I slowly took steps backwards, trying to keep a consistent distance between us. I didn't want her to get too close and think to make an advance on me. Although I don't doubt that I could fight, I still didn't have a complete understanding of what her capabilities entailed.

"I watched him," Serena continued, "and too my surprise, he was a liar." She suddenly planted her feet still. I could feel something in the air shift. The way she tilted her head downwards slightly and narrowed her eyes at me made my stomach uneasy. "I hate liars."

I gulped but didn't move from my place. I wanted to hide away from her cold stare, but I knew the second I moved she would lunge for me.

"What makes you think he's a liar," I managed with an uneasy smiled.

Her nostrils flared as she huffed loudly. "He lies about who he is. He doesn't show the world that he's a ghost and he rubs it in our face that he's still alive. It's not fair."

I was fairly accustomed to many ghosts despising the idea of a halfa. I think most of their hatred came from the jealousy of Danny getting ghost abilities and to live in the world while continuously sending them back into the Ghost Zone whenever they came to Earth. If Danny was just a normal ghost, he would be one of the ghosts trying to come through to this life. No one would hate him then.

I held my hands up halfway in an attempt to surrender. "Danny isn't rubbing anything in your face! He's a hero! I know that there are good ones, but there's also a handful of ghosts trying to hurt people. Someone has to stop them."

Her hair flared slightly, turning into a more intense red. I had most likely offended her by saying ghost hurt people, but it was true and I wouldn't understand how she could not be aware of it.

"Ghost don't hurt people; people hurt people." Her hair almost looked as if it was burning at this point. "People are always hurting one another," Serena's voice grew louder and louder, "with their ugly lies and hypocritical actions. I hate all liars. I would do anything to get rid of liars and this town is full of them."

I began to cautiously take more steps back, as I distanced myself from Serena, I also began to distance myself from my only exit. I felt like now would be a good time for Phantom to come flying through the ceiling, at the same time I didn't want him too.

She gave me a crooked smile, which made her seem somewhat intimidating. "You're one of them," she spat. "I knew it, from the way you continuously lied to the halfa. I saw all of it and you guys didn't even suspect a thing."

I wondered what she had meant by all of it. Did she hear the big lie I told Danny? Danny's ghost sense should've gone off if she was around for that.

Serena made me nervous. What did the ghost girl have against lies? I recalled how she made people speak the truth, even when they weren't speaking in the first place. So this ghost fed off of people telling the truth, right?

"Oh yeah?" I challenged, feeling a sudden wind of confidence. "If you're so sure about that then what did I lie about?"

"You told him you were in a relationship, with his best friend." Serena made a pfft sound while rolling her eyes, "What a cliche."

I took a step forward towards the ghost, she didn't scare me as much as I thought she did. "And how do I know that you aren't the liar here?"

"I can't lie," she said in a higher tone. I could tell she felt superior to me because of that. As much as the schools teach you that honesty is the best policy, I could tend to disagree. In my eyes, this girl just gave me a weakness.

I could totally fight this ghost without Danny, or his stupidly useful wristray. "Okay, Serena," I began, forming a plan in my mind to get her out of my house, "what happens if I lie?"

She narrowed her eyes at me as he hair flared up once more. Maybe it wasn't good for me to be so blunt about the question, I still doubted that she would catch onto the idea that I was possibly up to something. "It doesn't matter what happens," she began floating up from the ground, "either way I've collected enough truths to take out every liar in this town!" She paused for a moment, staring me directly in the eyes, "Starting with you," she added.

Before I could even blink, she motioned her hand towards me. I felt an invisible force hit me in the gut, sending me stumbling into the wall behind me. After continuously getting tossed around by ghosts, this didn't hurt me.

If every truth made her stronger, then a lie weakens her, right? The only problem with that logic is that she could also force people to tell the truth, giving her an unlimited supply of power. I still decided to go for my odds.

"My favorite color is pink!" I stated a pretty obvious lie. I noticed how she let an expression of being taken off guard slip. While the change in her confidence was obvious, she didn't seem to have lost any power in her ghost abilities.

Serena flung her arm in the opposite direction, sending me falling over the chairs. I landed awkwardly onto them in a position that didn't feel too nice, despite the furniture being cushion.

Maybe I needed a bigger lie. "I never cheated on a test!" I admitted, feeling guilty. It was fifth grade and I forgot how to spell hippopotamus for the bonus on the spelling test. I just remember that eating away at me for awhile and whenever anyone asked, I had never cheated.

To my advantage, her red hair dimmed enough to seem more like a natural, unghostly color. I took my chance to jump up and pull her down to the floor with me. She landed on her back with a huff. That angered her. She became even more frustrated when I held her down by sitting on top of her.

All girls fight the same way when it really came down to it. I was completely expecting the way she tried to claw my eyes out, a similar method Paulina had used on me before. It was easy to block and didn't affect me one bit.

Before I could get a clean punch in, a flash came through the room and pulled Serena out from underneath me. I rolled over from the impact. When I was able to sit up, I was not surprised to see Phantom now in action fighting the ghost.

A part of me was annoyed. I wanted to handle her myself. I felt independent from Danny, I didn't need him. The very thought made something inside me twist.

I only glared at Danny while he seemed to not spare a single glance in my direction.

He grabbed hold of Serena's shoulders and phased her through the walls. I jumped up to my feet and ran up the stairs. I assumed he had taken her outside of my house, not wanting to bring attention to the fight. It would be pretty bad if my parents had woken up to a ghost battle.

I ran outside. It was dark save for the street lights and two glowing apparitions. Serena began to dodge all of Danny's attacks by a hair. They were too high up in the air for me to be able to hear the banter going back and forth. I noticed as the two continued to talk, Serena became stronger and stronger. She was using her powers on Danny.

I glanced around for a sight of Tucker. Looking down the street, I could see him slowly making his way towards my house with the Fenton Thermos held over his head. Tucker looked like he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen.

The second he was in arm's reach I snatched the Fenton Thermos from him. It would be better for Tucker to be relieved of his duties, temporarily. I also decided that it would be good to put my anger aside momentarily and help Danny, not that he deserved it.

"Danny!" I yelled up at him. He only glanced down at me for a moment, which resulted in Serena taking her chance to strike him while he was distracted.

Danny flew back and into the brick wall of a building before landing roughly on the sidewalk.

My instincts kicked in as I ran to his side. "Are you alright?" I quickly asked.

"Yeah," he grunted while shooting a glare at me. Of course he would blame me for this. I stuffed my annoyed feeling down. We needed to deal with the ghost first.

I looked over the way he was rubbing the back of his head. Save for a few scratches, there weren't any open wounds.

Before I could tell him my strategy, Serena had already disappeared. There goes that plan.

Danny groaned when he noticed Serena was gone. "You let her get away," he snapped.

Any kind of concern in my vanished. My jaw dropped in utter shock. A voice in my head told me to ignore it, but I thought of something else. "Me?" I crossed my arms over my chest, "I was actually doing fine on my own before you came along."

"Oh really?" Danny asked, although it sounded more like doubt. "By sitting on them? Is that what you call defeating a ghost?" I didn't exactly appreciate the way his voice had began to grow more stern and loud.

"Well sorry," I said sarcastically, "I wasn't trying to play victim." I was sure to keep my stare cold and hard on Danny. His angry facial features seemed to falter at my reference to our argument from earlier.

Silence flooded the air. Even Tucker didn't say a thing. I could practically feel him hovering over my shoulder. I know Tucker had not done anything wrong, but I was irritated by his presence. It made me feel guilty but not enough to distract me from my anger towards Danny.

I took a moment to see if Danny would speak up. Although his anger had faded slightly, it was clear that he wasn't going to apologise, and neither was I.

"I'm going inside," I muttered. I tossed the thermos onto the ground. It clattered against the cold cement right by his side.

Once again I was walking away from Danny without looking back.