Chapter 4: The Calm Before the Storm
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(1st Person POV- Danny)
"And in other news, tragedy struck at the Casper High Homecoming last night. Some rohypnol was slipped into seventeen-year-old Samantha Manson's punch that evening. Thankfully, her boyfriend, Danny Fenton aka superhero Danny Phantom, knew something was wrong and took her home. Police are investigating this case. If anyone has any information, you can call the anonymous tip line at 1-555-TIP-LINE. Sheriff Gray has also confirmed that the people involved in this drugging will have a lighter sentence if they turn themselves and other conspirators in," said newscaster Lance Thunder during the 10 o'clock news.
"Gosh! We come home after hours of being questioned and just want to sit on the couch and watch the news, until we realize IT'S ABOUT US!" Sam fumed.
Saying that Sam's over the whole "I've been drugged against my will; Poor me" is an understatement. Honestly, I think she would drop it if her parents and I hadn't persuaded her to keep with it.
Sheriff Gray was very understanding. He saw that Sam was getting frustrated with the technicalities. She looked ready to spit venom when some officer suggested that she was making everything up.
During our ride to the police station, Sam called her parents to come to the police station, and bring the family lawyer. Their relief when they got to the station and realized Sam wasn't in trouble was comical.
Unfortunately, the police didn't have enough evidence to go to trial just yet. Sheriff Gray said that he wanted to give the criminal(s) a couple of days to come forward. He really is a nice guy at heart.
Then, Sam started crying. I had no idea why, but I rubbed her shoulders and told her that everything was going to be okay.
After she calmed down, I turn on the TV and we spent the next couple of hours watching cartoon, until I had to go home. (Stupid curfew!)
(1st Person POV- Sheriff Gray)
After an eventful day, all I wanted was to go home and take a nice long shower, but I couldn't stop thinking about the Sam Manson case
I know in my heart that it was Paulina. She became such a bad egg when her mom died. Nothing mattered to her except popularity and beauty. And I'm not just saying that because she dropped Valerie like yesterday's leftovers when I lost my job.
Still, everyone deserves a chance, so I gave her a few days to come forward.
(1st Person POV- Paulina)
I was in heaven. Screw Danny Phantom; I want someone who loves me back.
Like Dash.
We could have talked forever and only had it feel like a second. Finally, I had broken out of my love trance to turn on the evening news. I had to admit that it was an old habit to watch for latest news about Danny Phantom, but habits are hard to break.
Besides, Dash didn't seem to mind. We jokingly debated about gay marriage for a while, until another story caught our eye.
"And in other news, tragedy struck at the Casper High Homecoming last night. Some rohypnol was slipped into seventeen-year-old Samantha Manson's punch that evening. Thankfully, her boyfriend, Danny Fenton aka superhero Danny Phantom, knew something was wrong and took her home. Police are investigating this case. If anyone has any information, you can call the anonymous tip line at 1-555-TIP-LINE. Sheriff Gray has also confirmed that the people involved in this drugging will have a lighter sentence if they turn themselves and other conspirators in," said Lance Thunder.
"Oh my gosh! Th-th-th-that was me!" I said. I was so screwed.
Dash had a bizarre look on his face. Does he look… thoughtful? If it is, he should definitely stick to being an idiot if he wanted to keep dating her.
"Paulina," he stated slowly, "I'm pretty sure that we're going to get caught. Sam must have reported the crime herself. I know that roofies hardly take anytime to kick in once they're in a person's system. Sam probably told them that her last memory was of you talking to her. I don't think that we are going to get away with it.
"But I have a plan. You should go turn yourself in to the fuzz. After they agree to give you the most minimum sentence possible, give them my name," he said.
"WHAT? Dash, don't play the hero for me! I'm the one what drugged Sam Manson, not you," I said.
"I'm not playing hero, babe. I know the names of the guys I buy from, and I know who I sell them to. Between those, I have plenty of names to get me the minimum sentence aswell," he said with a grin.
"But the police office probably isn't open this time of night. And I want one last night of freedom before we go to jail or whatever," I cooed seductively. Now that I know he could be gone in the morning, I wanted his love, possibly for the last time.
"Sure. I can keep you occupied," he said before taking his shirt off, revealing his sexy abs.
"I was counting on that," I said before we resumed our morning activities, now as boyfriend and girlfriend.
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