"Seatbelt?" I said, buckling my own. Cameron positioned her backpack on the floor near her feet and gave a thumbs up.
"Is this daring?" She asked suddenly as I backed out. I looked at her. "Not really. Why?" I asked.
She frowned. "Well, I've never went home with a guy that I just met." She shrugged. "Actually, never went home with a guy ever…." She laughed. I smiled warmly. "I'm glad I'm the first one." I winked.
She looked away and blushed. I pulled on to Sam's street and looked at her. "You know I'm not taking you home to sleep with you right?" She blushed harder but nodded. "You didn't seem like that kind of guy...you're not, right?" She asked, suddenly shy.
I shook my head. "Never will be, either. I think I dated a girl like that. Well, she wasn't like that exactly, but we met two days before we started dating. Found out when we were breaking up that she was only with me to fix me, so I wouldn't think of doing something like that to anyone else." I admitted. She nodded.
Her hands were resting in her lap, clutching her phone which lit up suddenly.
"It's my brother." She sighed, typing on her phone. "He thinks you are deflowering me."
I choked on my own air. "Well, I'm not."
"He said, 'Not yet.' Gosh, I hate my brother. Well I don't hate him but, you know."
"Yeah I know." I nodded. I felt like that all the time to Tucker. I pulled into Sam's driveway. Ethan's car was still there, much to my annoyance.
"Who's that?" Cameron asked. I groaned. "My best friends boyfriend. He's kind of a douche." I said. Cameron nodded. "That's like Frank's friends, besides you." Cameron said.
I nodded along with her. Ethan was looking out Sam's window to me, glaring slightly. "Woah. He looks like a jerk." She frowned, her lips going into a slight pout. I smiled fondly before taking her backpack and exiting the car.
"You didn't have to do that." She said awkwardly. I shrugged. "Wanted to. Just letting you know that I live with my best friend. Her parents are on a company tour thing across the country. She's dating Mr. Pretty boy and I hate him. Any questions?" I asked. She raised her hand jokingly.
"Yes Cameron?" I said playfully, opening the door.
"More of a statement. She's rich." She laughed. I giggled along with her. "Why do you call him a pretty boy?" She said, looking around the foyer. I shrugged.
"You do realize that you are a pretty boy, right?" She laughed. I blushed.
"Not that pretty." I said shyly.
"Prettier." She winked.
Now, Cameron turned out to be one of the coolest girls that I've met. She loves Marvel comics and she's a genius. She is passing AP Chemistry with an A+ and I'm jealous. She loves the Walking Dead and Supernatural. She spends most of her time on Tumblr, which she explained what it was to me.
She listens to all sorts of music, including All Time Low. We jammed for a bit until she got too tired and I led her to guest room. "So I'll wake you up tomorrow?" I asked, leaning against the door frame. She shrugged.
"It will probably be me waking you up tomorrow. I'm good at waking up early. I usually wake up around five." She explained. I tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear subconsciously and smiled. "Wake me up around six?" I asked. She nodded.
"Promise!" She smiled cutely. I smiled back.
"Goodnight, Cam." I said.
"Goodnight, Danny." She smiled.
I walked back to my room, hearing the yelling words of Ethan and Sam and shrugging. The first step to getting rid of a crush was to move on.
And that's what I'm going to do.
…
I woke up the next morning to a gentle shaking of my shoulder. "Hey! Wake up sleeping beauty!" Cameron's voice reached my ears. I smiled groggily.
I vowed to learn more about Cameron before dating her, like I had with Stella. I'm not going to kiss her like Stella kissed me. I'm going to take it really slow. Cameron seems like the type of girl who wouldn't go fast in a relationship.
"Danny! It's time for school!" Cameron giggled. I opened one eye and looked at her. She was wearing purple plaid pajamas and a white t-shirt. I rubbed my eyes with my hand.
Her hair was already done and so was her makeup. Her hair was pin-straight down her back with a natural look to her face. "Come on!" She said, her eyebrows furrowing over her eyes. I groaned and sat up, accepting the cup she placed in my hands.
"Sam isn't up yet, should I wake her?" She asked. I shook my head. "No, but you could pick out a shirt for me to wear." I teased. She raised an eyebrow, already holding up a dark blue button up shirt and some dark skinny jeans. "Already done. Hurry up!" She said hastily, getting up and leaving the room.
I laughed at her antics before pulling on the outfit she gave me. I'll be honest, I had no idea that I had this. I laced up my black converse and headed out the door, almost bumping into Cam.
"I'll be honest," She paused, looking me up and down, "I picked it because it matched the dress I chose to wear." She giggled. She was wearing a dark blue dress with a black sweater thing (the kind that goes to your waist) and black sandals.
"You should probably wake up Sam. Her alarm has been going off for about an hour." Cam said, taking the empty coffee cup from my hands and placing it in my bathroom. "I'll get her." I promised, heading towards her room.
She was sleeping with one foot outside of the covers and her hand over her eyes. I chuckled and threw a pillow at her, laughing at her face as she glared at me. "Daniel! What gives?" She yelled. I shrugged.
"Just thought that you wouldn't want to be late to school." I said nonchalantly. Sam immediately jumped up and checked the alarm clock, groaning to herself. "You go ahead, Danny. I'll meet you at school." She said, rushing into her bathroom. I laughed.
"Yeah okay." I said sarcastically, exiting her room. "Ready, Cam?" I asked. She nodded, putting a plate into the dishwasher.
"I hope you don't care that I made myself at home." She smiled sheepishly. I laughed. "Nah, you're good!" I said, grabbing my car keys off the table. "Also going to be late if we don't leave now." I added, running out the door with my backpack. Cameron followed me closely behind, jumping in the car with her backpack slung across her shoulders.
"I love this song!" She mumbled, turning up the radio.
"If you could take my pulse right now, it would feel just like a sledgehammer!"
I rolled my eyes at her, changing the station. She pouted.
"I love half of your music taste." I smirked.
She smirked. "Not all of us are really emo." She joked. I gaped in mock-hurt. "Oh so thats how it is." I said, pulling up to the school. She nodded.
"It's how it is." She joked. I laughed wholeheartedly, pulling into the school parking lot. I went pale as everyone fixed their gazes on my car, whispering to themselves.
"You'll be fine, Danny." Cam assured from beside me, patting my hand. I nodded, taking a deep breath.
"Alright." I said, exiting the car with Cameron following behind, positioning my backpack on my shoulder. "Want me to walk you to your locker?" I asked quietly. She smiled and nodded.
We walked past vacant stares, including a angry glance from Ms. Stella Hoover. I tried not to look her way as I walked with Cameron. "Stella looks like she hated me."
"She literally cared nothing about my feelings, so I don't give a shit what she thinks about you. It matters what I think. What's your first class?" I asked. She opened her locker.
"AP Chem." She answered, grabbing said book. I smiled. "Not same, but I have that second." I concluded. She smiled, kissing my cheek. "I'll see you at lunch?" She asked hesitantly. I nodded.
"See you then."
We parted ways and I headed to my Adv. English class, with Mr. Lancer. "Good to see you back in the classroom Mr. Fenton!" Lancer greeted excitedly. I smiled, taking my seat silently.
"Look Kwan, the freaks back." I heard a snide voice say. I took a deep breath, my face flushing a deep red.
"Dash, thats not cool…" I heard Kwan whisper back. I heard a slight scoff and more shuffling, but I really wasn't paying any attention except to Lancer, who was teaching about Shakespeare. I felt a wad of paper hit my head and then the desk in front of me. I closed my eyes and breathed in, taking the time to open the paper.
kill urself (:
I took in a sharp breath, feeling all the bad thoughts come back into my mind. I raised my hand quickly, but keeping the emotion off my face. "Yes, Mr. Fenton?" Lancer stopped mid lecture.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked. He nodded, his eyes filled with concern. I quickly got up, throwing away the note on the way out and running down the hall to the 'Team Phantom Supply Closet'. I closed the door, locking it behind me, and sunk to the floor.
I rested my head on the tops of my knees. I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready for that note or Dash. This is really bad and it's only going to get worse. My life is only going to get worse.
I could always end it.
I took a deep breath and got out my phone, hands shaking as I sent the message that would make or break my decision.
Sam [sent] i need you.
…
Sam was in the closet ten minutes later, letting me hug her for comfort. "What happened?" She whispered. I shook my head, not wanting to think about it.
"Danny, you can't keep it all bottled up." She urged gently. I sniffed quietly and rubbed my face. "I'm letting Dash get to me, again. I got to stop." I groaned. She shushed me and hugged me tighter. "What did he say?" She asked.
"He told me to-"
"Daniel Fenton please come to the main office. Daniel Fenton to the main office." The intercom suddenly interrupted my train of thought. I sighed. "I'll tell you later." I concluded. She sighed in exasperation but let me go anyway.
"Talk to me." She whispered, thinking that I couldn't hear her. I lowered my head and whispered, "I can't."
Today has shown me that I'm not even close to getting over my struggles. Dash still wants me gone, even though I've done nothing to him.
I walked quickly to the office with my head down. Sitting inside was my mother and my father, quietly talking with their arms crossed. I paled visibly and opened the door.
"Ah, Mr. Fenton. Your parents wished to speak with you. Sorry if I am keeping you from your classes, I know you've switched to a more advanced schedule." Principal Ishma apologized. I rubbed my face, crossing my arms around my chest. "No, I can just make it up with Mr. Lancer after school, but thank you." I said, nonchalantly even though I was freaking out inside.
"Alright, well I'll leave you to it." Ishma said, patting my back on the way out. I sat down in front of my parents, shoulders tense and face pale.
"...I apologize Daniel, for kicking you out. You needed love and support and I see that now." My dad started. I took in a sharp breath and let it out slowly.
"Yeah, I did. Kicking me out didn't help at all, but I'm getting better. Slowly." I mumbled. Dad nodded. "Well, if you want, we can allow you back into our home." Dad continued.
I gulped. "I'm good for now."
Mom laughed nervously. "But you don't have anywhere to live?"
"I'm living with Sam at the moment, and there's always a free space at Tuckers house for me. I'll be fine, because I'm not completely better." I said quietly. Mom nodded, standing and hugging me tightly, my dad joining her.
I have never felt so much love from my parents. "We know its hard. Is anyone giving you a hard time?" Mom asked, looking me in my watery eyes. I looked away and tried to calm down but my mom forced me to look at her.
"Dash is, always." I mumbled. Dad's jaw set and he left the room. I sighed. "I should probably get back to class."
"Daniel, you don't have to come back yet." Mr. Lancer said from behind us. I frowned. "Yes I do!"
"Danny, you just got out of therapy. You shouldn't be doing this yet." Mom said. "Why don't you go home?" Lancer offered. I sighed. "Yeah fine. I'm heading to Sam's." I said. Mom nodded.
"Your dad and I love you and you can come over whenever." She said, kissing my cheek. I nodded.
"Thanks mom. See you later Mr. Lancer." I said, waving. I went back to class and got my stuff, ignoring the triumphant look on Dash's face. I swallowed around the lump in my throat and went to my car and sat in there for a while.
Cam [sent] hey i left school. wasnt feeling well. ill see you tomorrow.
Cam [rec] aw okay ): feel better soon!
I sighed and started my car, driving out of the parking lot. My hands were shaking as I pulled onto the road to Sam's house. I parked my car in the driveway and entered the home, my uneasy not resolving at all. I wanted to watch TV, but what if there was something triggering.
I suddenly felt like I was going to sick, so I rushed into my bathroom and threw up the nothing I had eaten today and collapsed by the toilet. My skin itched and fingers twitched, scratching roughly at my skin.
I looked to the razor that was sitting in the sink. My mind went blank as I grabbed it, smashed it with my foot and brought the blade to my skin.
When my mind woke up five cuts later, I was panicking. "Oh my god!" I said. I slipped on the blood on the floor and hit my head on the sink.
My vision was blurry as I scrambled to my feet, feeling the surroundings for my phone. I dialed the number by heart, hyperventilating intensely.
"Danny, I'm in class. What's wrong." Sam said in a slightly worried tone.
"I promsie I didn't mean to!" I cried into the phone.
"Wait, what did you do?" I heard shuffling and the sound of running as she said this.
"I don't know what happened but there is blood everywhere!" I freaked out, rubbing at my still bleeding arms.
"Danny, calm down!" I heard a car starting as she reassured me. I was still freaking out and rubbing my wrists. I wasn't passing out, but my veins were still bubbling blood.
"Sammy, there is so much." I cried out, the throbbing getting worse.
"I know, I know. But I'm here, I'm coming up the stairs." True to her word, I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. I stared at my arms as she walked it, but she didn't immediately come to me, she went into the bathroom. I thought that that was because I was invisible somehow but she came back with bandages and peroxide.
I sighed, rubbing at my wrists. I failed again. My hands were slapped away as she cleaned out my wounds, the peroxide making me hiss. She pulled my shirt over my head, and pushed me into her bathroom. "I'm going to clean your bathroom. Please shower." She said. I knew that there was blood everywhere.
I mean, I slipped in it.
I nodded, watching as the door didn't close and stayed open. Sam didn't trust me again. I didn't trust myself again. I showered and got the blood off of my skin and out of my hair. I was handed a towel and Sam helped me out of the shower.
"You are super pale." She said, handing me boxers and pajama pants. I nodded. "I don't know what happened." I admitted.
"I'm glad you called me." Sam admitted. "If you hadn't, that would mean you wouldn't be getting better. I'm just going to turn around, so you can keep talking." She said, turning around so her back faced me.
I quickly put on the clothes and sat back down. She turned around and grabbed the bandages from her dresser and bandaged up my wrists. "Mr. Lancer is coming over later." She sighed. I nodded.
"I feel like he's going to be disappointed in me." I grumbled. She grimaced. "Well, maybe. Tucker might be too. But, that's just because you were so much better. You looked healthier. I hate seeing you so pale." She said, caressing my face. I leaned into the touch and looked into her eyes.
My heart beat faster as we stared at each other, and blushed when she looked away. "...You are still my hero, Danny. Heroes fuck up sometimes, that doesn't mean they aren't who they are though. You are the strongest person I've ever met. Don't forget that." She said with a faint blush on her face, kissing my forehead and exiting the room.
I smiled, knowing that she trusted me enough to leave me alone. I rubbed slightly at my bandaged wrists before looking at the time. Twelve noon. I nodded to myself.
I was pretty wore out from my fall and the cutting, so I took myself to my room and got under the covers, pulling them up so they were under my chin. I slowly closed my eyes.
Sam came in a little bit later with a glass of water and some pain medicine. "Hey, Danny? You awake?"
I nodded sleepily, cracking one eye open and looked at her. She handed me the pills and the water, which I gladly took and drank, and took the glass back when I was done. She stroked my hair for a minute before setting the glass down on the end table and kicked off her shoes, getting under the covers with me.
"Tucker's coming over after school, you can sleep until then." She yawned. I nodded, already feeling the nice comfort of sleep washing over me.
"Thanks Sam." I mumbled into her neck. "You're welcome, Danny. So welcome." She whispered, pulling my body closer to hers.
Within minutes, we were both asleep.
…
Holy SHIT I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be away for that long. I just needed a tiny break to get my mind away from other stories that I want to write.
Thanks for being so patient!
I also got a new computer which is much faster to type on, tbh. I've almost got all my grades up in school and I've already almost got the new chapter up and typed.
Sorry again for not updating! Thanks to all who comment and favorite my story!
Sorry for making Danny sort of? relapse, that was a dick move, but DxS fluff near the end there. No, Cameron is still in the picture and Sam isn't just going to dump her boytoy for Danny just yet, but that little hesitation of stroking Danny's hair and then climbing in bed with him was a little thing I'd like to call 'Sam definitely still has feelings for Danny and doesn't know what to do because Ethan.'
Same, Sam, Same.
Thanks for reading!