Homecoming Gone Wrong

Summary: Inspired by a Victoria Justice quote taken out of context. Sam and Danny go to Homecoming, where Paulina slips some roofies into Sam's punch. One shot. Post PP. Danny X Sam. T for drug and sexual references.

A/N: For those who have been wondering, the Victoria Justice quote is "I can be loony and insecure just like anyone else." to Seventeen Magazine April 2011. This will be focused on the loony part in Sam. I can almost 100% guarantee she didn't mean it this way. For those who are curious, Victoria Justice is my role model and I hate ruining her quote, but it makes a good story. I have no idea how that quote lead to this story... very random:)

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or any related characters.

(1st Person POV- Paulina)

Mr. Lancer walked on stage to announce the new Casper High Homecoming King and Queen. I watched attentively, knowing for certain it would be me and Danny.

"The Homecoming King this year will be… Daniel Fenton!" Mr. Lancer announced.

He waited a couple minutes for the cheering to die down.

"And the 2011 Homecoming Queen is… Sam Manson!" Mr. Lancer informed, then started applauding with the rest of the school.

Except me. I was staring at that Goth freak, dumbstruck.

'I hate that ugly Goth loser. She stole my crown AND my man. But if can't get either, she shouldn't be able to enjoy them. It's such a memorable night, I hope she won't forget,' I smiled to my self.

"Hey Dash," I said while smiling so flirty, only one boy had be know to resist it.

"Sup?" he said, the look on his face clearly saying what he wanted me to respond.

"Do you have any R2?" I asked.

"Yeah, but it'll cost you," he grinned.

"Sure. I'll be in you car in like five minutes," I offered coyly as he handed me my, no Sam's, roofies.

Putting on an obviously fake congratulatory, I went to talk to that Goth girl, slipping the roofies into her punch.

(1st Person POV- Sam)

"What do you want?" I sneered to the shallow witch in front of me.

"I wanted to congradulate you!" she smiled genuinely.

Then, she did the unthinkable. She pulled me into a hug. 'WHAT?' I thought.

"Watch your back geek," she whispered menacingly. There's the Paulina we know and hate.

"Have an awesome night!" she said louder, for everyone else to hear. "I wish I could stay, but my dad would worry if I stayed past the crowning."

"Okay. Have a good night," I said enthusiastically. 'Two can play this game,' I thought.

Thirsty from all the Paulina drama, I took a sip. 'Wow, that's some sick punch!' I thought while chugging the rest.

'Where's Danny?' Ithought, before getting sidetracked. Dang, I love this song! So I started dancing.

(1st Person POV- Danny)

"One second," I said to Kwan, who was trying to convince me to join the football team.

I walked over to Tucker, who looked kind of annoyed that I interrupted his time with Star, and whispered, "Have you seen Sam lately?"

When he said no, I started to worry. I checked all the places she might be, even going as far as to ask Val to check the girls bathroom.

'Might as well hit the dance floor. This song is okay,' I thought. I wasn't watching where I was going and ran into a couple grinding.

"Excuse… SAM!" I started, then yelled as I recognized the girl to be my girlfriend.

Apparently unaware of my rage, she let go of her previous boy toy and started grinding against me, proceeding to make out with me.

All my fury was forgotten as I moaned in pleasure, until some shouted for us to get a room.

I was jolted to my senses. Why was Sam acting like she wanted to through it all away now? We hadn't gone further than short, sweet kisses while dating, and even our fake out make outs hadn't been this intensely passionate.

Come to think of it, we had made out once while dating. I had stolen a bottle of wine from my parent's cabinet, and we drank the whole thing, just the two of us. Then we kissed long, hard, and with passion.

'Sam's wasted,' I realized with a jolt. Uh oh! Her parents already hate me, why this?

I took her into an empty classroom, where I went ghost. I invisibly flew to her house, effectively sneaking around her parent into her room. Thank goodness she fell asleep, or I'd have to worry her parent's hearing us. I removed her gorgeous black dress and put her in her lacy black pajamas. Then, I carefully put her in bed, laying her on her side in case she puked.

'Jeez, how much did she drink,' I mused before flying back to the party.

A/N: I am still having internal debates on the rating. Does anyone have any suggestions? I mean, 11 year olds take Heath at my school, and learn about drugs, ect. Also, if you want to continue this story, just review or PM me the title so I can read it:) Finally, I don't endorse underage drinking, sex or use of Rohyphenol. I'm not sure if I did it right, but I meant to discourage use.