Chapter 18:

Sam POV-

The next morning, Danny and I woke up, and, this time, we actually had to go to school.

I sighed, slumping to the floor, and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Danny followed suit, also getting up.

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, he wasn't paying attention, he simply pulled off his t-shirt and dropped it to the floor, rummaging through his closet for something else to wear.

'Hmm…' I thought, today, not bothering to go into the bathroom, just to see if he would notice. I slipped off the t-shirt I was wearing, one of his, that I had taken to sleeping in since I had been here, and slipping on my favorite black bra (which was a little too small now that I am pregnant).

After about two seconds, I turned around to find that Danny was no longer obliviously searching through the closet; instead, he was looking at me if you can say "looking" is the right word. He was actually gawking, and, honestly, I'm surprised that drool wasn't dripping from his mouth. I cleared my throat and his eyes snapped up from my breasts to my eyes as he blushed a deep red and rubbed his neck guiltily like a kid who had got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"Sorry…" he mumbled quietly, turning back around to finish getting dressed. I shook my head with a small smirk on my face. If it was anyone but Danny, I would have been outraged and offended, but at the same time, when someone is looking at you like that, it's hard not to feel a little flattered.

I continued getting ready, but I noticed that Danny kept giving me, not as sneaky as he thinks they were, looks out of the corner of his eye as I slipped off my shorts leaving me in just my undergarments. I turned around, and this time, Danny was in a pair of black boxer briefs, and I was the one staring.

"Like what you see?" he grinned raising an eyebrow. This time I blushed, turning around and putting on some large jeans and shirt. I pulled my hair back, clipping it so that it hung in a messy bun, with a few strands dangling in my face.

Using Danny's dresser mirror, I put on only a little makeup, deciding not to go as dark on my eyes and my lips.

Then, we both headed down for breakfast.

"You two look happy," Jazz pointed out, in a not-so-subtle suspicious way. We shared a look and shrugged in unison.

"Just glad, it's Friday, I guess," I supplied, pouring a bowl of cereal and sliding the box across the counter to Danny who caught it without even looking up from the headlines of the newspaper spread out on the countertop.

"'Is this Phantom's Lover?' Local girl, Paulina Hernandez, a junior at Casper High says that she is carrying his baby…" Danny read, and I practically spewed milk and chunks of cereal on the table, "Can you believe this bullshit?"

"Daniel James Fenton! Watch your mouth!" his mom scolded, suddenly coming up the stairs from the lab into the kitchen.

"Sorry, mom," Danny blushed, looking down and pouring a bowl of cereal for himself. I was glad that Danny had not mentioned anything else about the Paulina situation or his mom would have been freaking out for more than just his language.

"Well, anyway, I guess you're right, I just probably wouldn't have used those words," his mom gave him a look, "As is Phantom could actually get anybody pregnant. This is purely tabloid speculation and some girl just wanting to get her five minutes of fame!"

Danny and I shared a look of agreement.

"Yeah, there is no way she is carrying Phantom's baby, but I heard she was having sex with everyone in the school so that she could get pregnant and say that she is carrying his baby," Danny said.

"Danny, just to make sure, you didn't did you? We already have one pregnant woman in this house as a result of your doing and we certainly don't need another one. Plus, I thought I had raised you better than that and—"

"Jeez mom, relax, of course I didn't sleep with Paulina, I love Sam. But she did ask," Danny interrupted his mom's rant. I smiled a little when I heard him say that he loved, me, and his mom must have heard it too, because she stopped ranting and regarded us with a knowing smile.

"Well, you two kids better get to school," she told us, "Oh, and Sam, Jazz said that the doctor's called about your blood tests yesterday, is everything alright?"

I shot a glance at Jazz, before smoothly covering, "Oh, everything's fine. One of the technicians accidentally read the results wrong, everything's fine."

"Oh, oh good," she sighed in relief, "Well, anyway, have a nice day at school," she told the three of us as we walked out the front door.

"I never did ask you how you covered that up," Jazz wondered.

"Negotiation, bribery, and blackmail," I answered simply.

"Yes, she made her an offer she couldn't refuse," Danny said in the Godfather voice and I burst out laughing.

Jazz looked at the two of us suspiciously, but looked like she didn't really want to say anything.

We arrived at school a few minutes later and Danny and I walked to the gym.

He kissed me goodbye and we went our separate ways. When I stepped into the locker room, I immediately knew that something was wrong. For starters, the loudest group in the entire school was silent, and every cheerleader stared at me with smug satisfaction. And, a few seconds later, I knew why.

Someone had written 'Whore' in permanent marker across my gym locker.

I sighed, not upset, just annoyed and borderline pissed, but I was not going to let these bitches get the satisfaction of getting a rise out of me, so I acted like I didn't notice, and calmly opened my locker, getting into my gym clothes.

The girls all seemed thoroughly disappointed, and the mass of superficiality broke apart as everyone started to get into their gym clothes again.

"Oh, Paulina," I said, as I was exiting, "I saw you in the newspaper this morning. If I'm a whore because I'm pregnant, doesn't that make you one too?"

I smirked, closing the door behind me and taking my spot on the bleachers. Unfortunately, today I was not alone. Coach obviously didn't buy that Paulina was pregnant, but considering she let me sit on the side, she had to allow Paulina to do the same.

I ignored her, reading a book, but it was hard to do with her childishly scoffing every five seconds, obviously itching to get my attention. Rolling my eyes, I dramatically saved my spot and closed the book.

"What?" I asked her.

"Ugh, whatever, I wasn't even talking to you," she scoffed again.

"Hey, Paulina, I'm curious, how exactly to you plan to somehow convince Phantom that Jacob Erik's baby is his?" I questioned. Paulina paled.

"Ugh, that loser, what the hell are you talking about? And there won't be any convincing because the baby is his, case closed," she stuck her nose into the air.

"Okay, whatever, you just keep telling yourself that. Oh, tell me, do you think that the baby will have ghost powers?" I asked. She looked like she hadn't thought about that.

"No, I don't think so…why?" she asked.

"Well, it's just that with Danny's parents being ghost hunters and me being around him all the time…I happen to know a lot about ghosts. And, from what I know, ghost powers are usually genetic. I was just wondering how you plan to handle a half-ghost baby," I lied.

"I-I…We, don't think that the baby will take on his powers," she said faking confidence.

"Oh?" I pressed, "Why not?"

"Because he said that…um…only evil ghosts pass on their powers," she fabricated.

That has to be the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard, seriously, how do girls this stupid even live this long.

"Hmm…no, that's not it. Do you want to know the real reason why the baby won't get his powers?" I asked her.

She looked at me questionably, but didn't actually voice the question.

"Because the baby isn't his," I said in a low, dangerous voice. Just as Paulina looked like she was about to kill me, the whistle blew and coach released us to go get changed. I was up, and away from Paulina in a matter of seconds, already in the locker room.

Someone had washed the writing off of my locker. I looked around to see Valerie, who isn't even in my gym period, coming out of the bathroom.

She gave me a small smile and a nod, which I returned. And, with that, she walked out of the locker room and I got dressed for my next class.

Danny POV-

Well, I guess Sam wasn't wrong. Since I got her pregnant, all the guys treated me a lot better and I hadn't been shoved in a locker since the news got out.

"Hey dude," one football player whose name I don't know but I think it starts with a "B" (Bradley, Benson, Blake…who knows), "…is it true that girls get like really horny when their pregnant?"

"Um…" I blushed at the question, but the guys all took that as a yes.

"Oh, dude!" one guy gave me a high five "That's awesome, and she can't even get like pregnant again or anything!" Wow, these guys are stupid.

"So her folks kicked her out, is she staying with you?" Dash asked.

"Well yeah—" I started.

"In your bed?" he followed up the question.

"Well yeah but—"

"Dude! That kicks ass!" the football players hollered.

"Didn't know you had it in you Fenton," Dash clapped his hand on my shoulder and all of the football players left the locker room.

'That will never stop being weird,' I decided shaking my head and pulling my gym shirt over my head before racing out to join everyone else.

…

After gym, I met up with Sam to walk her to her next class.

"You seem pissed, is everything okay?" I asked her, taking note of her mood. To be honest, I was downplaying it. By pissed, I meant that she looked like she was ready to throw a car through a window; in fact, I was surprised that her eyes weren't glowing green. That's how pissed she was.

"It's nothing," she brushed it off.

"No, seriously Sam, what is it? What did those girls do?" I put my hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

"They just wrote something on my locker, that's all, no big deal," she tried to downplay it again.

"What did they write?" I asked.

"Whore," she growled and I felt my eyes flash green, "Danny, don't!" she ordered when I was about ready to attack Paulina and her hypocritical Slut Squad, "They're not worth it, besides, it's gone now."

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Um…actually, Valerie of all people washed it off," she told me.

Well, that definitely made me feel a little better, but I still felt bad for Sam.

"Well, I'm sorry that happened to you. Girls are cruel," I told her. I wanted to do something for her to make her happy. Then, suddenly, I got an idea.

"Hey, I'm going to make you feel better!" I told her, she arched an eyebrow at me, quizzically, "I've got a surprise for you after school."

She opened her mouth, probably to tell me that I didn't need to do that but I kissed her, effectively cutting her off.

"See you at lunch," I called, leaving her at her next class and running off to mine.