Chapter 5
Two teenagers lay side by side as they watched the blue sky progressively darken. Sam, the girl on the right, had a look of absolute serenity as she stared up at the sky with a small smile. Her companion, Danny, had a similar look on his face, though his eyes were directed at her. Her short, raven hair mussed as she turned to face the boy with bright eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked with a raised brow.
"You just look beautiful," he admitted, a light blush tingeing his cheeks.
She blushed as well, turning away awkwardly. "Thanks," she mumbled.
They lapsed into another bout of silence, only hearing the evening crickets and their own breaths. There wasn't a lot to say in that moment; there was never much to say at all. The two understood each other enough not to need speech to connect them, though Danny was a bit slower most of the time.
As the night grew darker, the park light flickered on, telling her that it was time to leave. Sam got up and dusted the dirt off of her skirt. She chuckled when she saw Danny's sleeping form curled up next to his schoolbag.
"Danny," she said, shaking him lightly, "wake up." When he continued his slumber, she rolled her eyes and tried again; he stirred but didn't get up. She suddenly got a playful smile and crouched down to his face. She took a moment to take in his handsome features; he had the cutest nose, no stubble, and kissable lips. Sam leant in closer, pecking him on the lips. Not a moment too soon, his eyes slowly opened. 'Worked like a charm,' she thought, satisfied with herself.
Danny yawned and stretched a bit before smiling at Sam. "What time is it?" he asked.
Sam took out her cell phone and checked the time. "8 o'clock."
Danny helped Sam up and started walking down the sidewalk. The silence was broken when Danny said, "I don't think Allyson's that bad."
Sam stopped and gave Danny the most intense death glare. The boy stiffened under his girlfriend's choking gaze. "She's gotten to you," she surmised, clenching her hands into fists.
"You've got to stop being so paranoid, Sam," he scolded.
Sam threw her arms in the air. "You're supposed to be on my side, Danny! Would I lie to you about her?" she exclaimed.
"Maybe you don't know her like you think you do," he countered. "She could have changed."
The Goth raised a brow and placed her hands on her hips. "People don't just change 180 degrees!"
"Sam," Danny cooed, taking her hand, "I think you're overreacting."
Sam pulled her hand out of the blue eyed boy's hand as if it were touched by acid and scowled at him. "Maybe you're just under reacting," she hissed before she stalked off.
"Sam!" he called without success. He ran to catch up to her but froze when he saw the look on her face; it was filled with anger and disappointment. A face he saw often on her these days. He watched her walk home alone, feeling guilt and concern bubble up inside him.
Sam opened her locker, thinking back to the night before. 'Why does everyone side with her?' she thought to herself angrily. 'What makes her so special?' As she slammed the door shut, she saw Tucker approach her.
"Did Danny send you?" she asked grumpily.
"No, why would he?" he asked.
The raven haired teen exhaled a sigh, expressing her discontentment. "We had another fight last night."
"What was it about this time?" the African American questioned as they walked down the hallway.
"It was about Allyson." Exasperated, Sam heaved another sigh.
"What's up with you and your sister anyway?" Samantha tossed Tucker an annoyed scowl. "Ok, bad question. But really, Sam, you shouldn't be like this. You're letting what happened in the past get in between you and Danny."
"Whatever, Dr. Phil," she snapped. "When did you start making sense, anyway?" she asked, slightly surprised at his unexpected wisdom.
Tucker shrugged, obviously used to Sam's bad moods. "Being mayor kinda calls for it, I guess."
"Isn't hard to go back and forth between school and city hall?"
He shrugged again. "The teachers never give me any homework so I have time."
"So what are you doing here? You aren't coming to my science class, are you?"
"Nope," he replied. "Oh, hey, Danny." The boy waved to the raven haired halfa as he strode toward them.
"Hey, Tuck, hey, Sam." When he moved in for his morning kiss, Sam shot him a frown, forcing him to retreat. "Sam, we need to talk."
She raised her brow suspiciously. "What do we need to talk about?" Danny gave her a pleading glance that she just couldn't ignore. "Fine, but science is starting in ten minutes."
Her boyfriend's eyes brightened at her compliance as he led her away from their best friend. When they found a quiet corner of the hallway, Danny turned to her with mixed emotions. On one hand, he wanted her to make up with her sister and not hate her, but on the other, she had the right to be a bit wary of the blonde. He honestly didn't know what to say, so he settled for just looking into her violet eyes.
"What were you going to say?" she asked with arms crossed in front of her body.
"Sam, I get that you're a little suspicious about Allyson, but she's your sister. You've got to talk to her."
She rolled her eyes. "I don't like her, big deal. I hate Paulina, but I don't hear any complaints about that."
"Paulina's… not worth it…" he said lamely, sweating a bit.
Sam's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.
"That's not the point. All I'm saying is that you should at least talk to her before you make the decision to hate her."
"Why are you so bent on trying to get me and my sister to make up? Just leave it alone, Danny." She started walking away, frustrated at everything. She knew she wasn't helping anyone by being so obstinate, but she really couldn't help it. Why was she the one who was being paranoid? Why was she labeled the villain? Sam discarded all of her thoughts and walked into her classroom, apologizing to the absent teacher and students.
Where was everyone?
(A/N): Dun dun dun… So sorry for the late update, but I just didn't have any inspiration. I hate when you need to write and you just can't! Writer's block is a bitch.