"Guys? Did I miss something?"

Tucker's voice broke through the sleep as I opened my eyes. I was once again being held by Sam, but this time my face wasn't in her chest.

"No, but I needed that." I mumbled, unwrapping her arms from around me, but making sure she didn't wake up.

"Are you okay man? Lancer and I were worried about you. He's going to be here in an hour for your study thing." Tucker reminded. I nodded.

"I'm okay now...I was not after I left." I admitted. Tucker knew something was up by the way he was looking at my bandaged wrists.

"Wanna talk about it?" He tested. I sighed. "No, not really, but I will, anyway."

Tucker beamed. "Great." He sat down on the edge of the bed, and it dipped under his weight.

"So, Dash gave me this note that told me to kill myself, and that made me really upset, ya know? I'm still really sensitive and going through some bad shit, and he just had to pile more stuff on. So I left class and Sam and I sat in the closet for a little bit, so I could calm down." I told him.

He nodded. "Lancer told me you left first period pretty upset this morning." I nodded. "Dash would be the culprit for that. Anyway, I got called down to the office and my parents were there. They invited me to come back if I was fully healed. I denied- because I'm not- and I won't get the attention I need at home." I confessed. Tucker nodded.

"So, Lancer told me to leave school because I was still upset. I get home, and I instantly get super sick. I threw up, and then my mind went blank. Next thing I know I'm looking at my wrists and there's cuts on them. I didn't even mean to do it! It's like my mind went on overdrive and that's the only thing it knew how to do!" I groaned.

Tucker patted my back. "Sam came here to help you?" He asked. I nodded. "I'm glad you told her."

I nodded. "Yeah, she told me that, too. Oh well, better to be living than to be dead." I mumbled, not knowing if that was true.

Tucker nodded. We both jumped when there was a knock at the door. "Shit! I forgot to warn you Ethan was coming." Tucker winced. I glared at my bedroom door. "Wake Sam up. I've got the door." I hissed.

Tucker gulped. "Maybe I shoul-"

I shot him a glare.

"Nevermind! Waking up Sam." Tucker mumbled, frightened. I pulled on a sweatshirt and made my way down the stairs. I opened the door to see Ethan's smug face that I would like to punch.

"Ethan."

"Daniel."

We stared at each other for a good five minutes before Mr. Lancer walked up. "Boys? Is there a problem?" He raised an eyebrow.

Ethan shook his head, a smile adorning his face suddenly. "No, Mister. Just wanting to see my girlfriend."

"Fake ass bitch." I mumbled. Mr. Lancer cleared his throat and stepped up onto the stone steps. "Okay, well, hop to it. Daniel, we have some more lessons to do." Lancer raised an eyebrow at me.

I sighed and walked into the door to let the douche in. Tucker stood on the staircase, nodding to me. "Sam's in her room." Tucker said, waving slightly.

Ethan smiled and thanked him before coming over to me. "I'm going to fuck her tonight." Ethan whispered into my ear before rushing up the stairs. I turned scarlet red with fury and went to chase after him before Lancer grabbed my arm.

"Lessons." He said. I growled at the staircase but followed Mr. Lancer into the dining room. "First things first, are you okay?"

"I'll be okay. Just a little scare today." I said. He nodded. "Just a bump in the road." Lancer agreed.

Then, Lancer proceeded to pull out his Teacher's Edition: AP Chemistry, much to my horror.

…

Lancer left after I had completed a week's worth of homework. "I wouldn't recommend going to school for a couple of days." Lancer said. I nodded. "Wasn't planning on it, to be honest." I admitted.

"Your absences will be excused. Don't worry, Ishma understands. Take all the time you need." Lancer said, placing his hand on my shoulder before walking out the door.

I watched him leave, and instantly felt tired again. Maybe it's because I had hit my head on the sink?

Cam [rec] hey!

Cam[sent] hey

Cam [rec] missed you today, i mean we only met yesterday but ya know

Cam [sent] yeah i understand (:

Cameron and I texted for a while until I finally decided to call her.

"Hi." She giggled. I smiled, "Hi."

Our conversation stretched on to cover views, what was for lunch, how my day was, how her day was, etc.

"Hey, you wanna go out to eat or something? I'll pick you up." I grumbled, not liking the sounds I was hearing from Sam's room. Cameron giggled.

"I'd love to." She said. I hung up and ran into my room, covering my ears, and got dressed into what I was wearing today, running down the stairs, and out the door. I drove out to Frank's house, where Cameron was sitting on the porch in what she was wearing today. She beamed, yelling something inside the house, and ran to my car.

"You good?" She asked worriedly. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Ethan and Sam are doing activities at my house, and I'd rather hang out with you instead of them…" I explained. She nodded.

"Yeah, I know how that is. You did that to me once." She admitted.

"Wait...what?" I gaped, pulling out the driveway. "Yeah, you and this teal haired girl suddenly popped up into my room, and started doing it. I hid in the bathroom the whole time." She admitted. I blushed.

"I was usually fucked up, then." I said. She nodded. "To your innocence, she was totally making you do it. She took advantage of you. Basically raped you." She said.

"I didn't say no."

"You didn't say yes." She defended.

I smiled. "Thanks for defending me." I whispered.

"Someone has to." She said, a small blush on her cheeks. I pulled into Brendon's, a petite restaurant near my parents house, and got out. She smiled fondly as I cheesily opened her door for her.

"Thank you good sir." She said in a english accent.

"No problem, milady." I smiled, kissing her hand. My phone buzzed in my pocket and as I walked in with Cameron hand-in-hand, I checked it.

Snowflake [rec] I AM ALSO AT BRENDONS

Snowflake [rec] WHO IS THIS CHICK

Snowflake [rec] YOU ARE HOLDING HANDS

I swiveled around and looked everywhere but I didn't see the mysterious white haired idiot.

Snowflake [rec] im inside you ding dong. come on we can double date!

I smiled and Cameron looked at me weirdly. "Who are you texting?" She asked hesitantly. "My friend Jackson. He's inside and wants to double date."

"Who is his girlfriend?" Cameron asked, walking in the restaurant.

"Well….he doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Danny and pretty lady! Over here!" I heard the fucking idiot screech across the restaurant. The owner, Brendon, glared in his direction.

"Shh!" I spat, looking apologetically at Brendon, who saluted me.

"What's up, Snowflake?" I said, sitting down with Cameron across from Jack and Hayden.

Cameron smiled happily at Hayden, shuffling closer to me.

"We were in town for a mandatory meeting, and we wanted food." Jack said, taking a sip of his Coke. Hayden rolled his eyes.

"Jack got messed up again, and Sheila had some choice words. Now Jack's uncle and him have to move here. Guess who's coming with." Hayden grumbled.

"Yes, Hayden is mad at me." Jack said.

"Try royally pissed off." Hayden spat back. Jack cowered a bit too.

"Hayden, I messed up too. It's normal. Jack and I went through that program really fast." I calmly said, squeezing Cameron's hand tighter. She squeezed back and smiled at Jack.

"Hello. Welcome to Brendons, can I get you something to drink?" A familiar voice said from behind me.

I gulped as Dash came into view. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit." I squeaked quietly.

"Diet Coke for me. What about you, Danny." Cameron said worriedly, squeezing my hand to calm me down. Jack and Hayden looked at me concerned as all the color drained from my face.

"...Diet Coke as well." I spat out quietly. Dash smirked. "And for food?" He added.

Jack started with a, "Giant Hamburger with an extra large fry."

Hayden got a "Slightly less giant hamburger and a small fry."

"I'll just take a Chicken Sandwich and onion rings."

"I'll just have a cheeseburger and fries." I said, head down.

"I'll be right out with your things." Dash's snide voice spoke down at me. I was starting to get upset and I wanted to leave. "Are you okay dude?" Hayden asked me.

I didn't want to ruin my friends time with me, so I swallowed around the sadness. "Yeah. I'm okay. I don't know what happened, haha." I laughed nervously. Cameron raised her eyebrow at me but let it go and we waited for our drinks.

Hayden told us on 'Jacks Royal Screw up' while we waited. Cameron warmed up to them really quick, considering. It turns out that Hayden and Cameron were mutuals on tumblr. They talked about some weird tumblr stuff while Jack and I discussed what happened.

"I didn't even mean to either. It just happened." I explained. Jack pointed his finger in my face. "I got dragged to a party by my friend Aster. I accidentally drank and did drugs! I just happened! I'm glad I'm not the only one!" Jack said relieved.

I tensed back up when Dash came back to the table. He set our drinks down in front of us and smiled at me smugly. "Enjoy your drinks. It'll be another couple minutes on your food." Dash smirked at me, leaving the table.

"Okay, whats up with that guy and you?" Hayden asked, momentarily pausing his conversation with Cameron, whose attention was focused on me.

"Nothing." I lied, grabbing my drink. It didn't look like Diet Coke…..

"Look, obviously something up. You get all weird when you see him." Jack said. I glared, taking a drink of my drink, eyes widening when I realized it wasn't Diet Coke. It was alcohol.

I nearly spit it out on Jack, but held it in my mouth, my face paling. I can't swallow this! I do not want to swallow this at all!

"Danny? What's wrong?" Cameron asked, trying to get me to swallow the drink. Hayden took the cup and smelled it and immediately got up to Brendon, waving his arms around angrily. I spit it out into my hand and rubbed it on my pants.

"Wasn't Diet Coke, by the way." I coughed. Jack sighed. "Alcohol? Can you tell us what your deal is with that guy?" Jack asked.

I sighed. "Today was my first day back to school since rehab. I knew it was going to be hard, I just didn't think that Dash would send a note my way telling me to kill myself." I said. Jack and Cameron's eyes widened and jaws dropped.

"He did what?" Cameron demanded. The teen in question came out with our food and set it at our table.

"Dash Baxter!" Brendon demanded. Dash looked at me in shock. "You snitched? You are supposed to take it! You little freak!"

"Dash, this boy has been through enough! You don't have to make his life a living hell!" Brendon said, setting a Diet Coke on the table. "I'm so sorry about that. Dash, you're fired!" Brendon spat.

"But my car!" Dash whined. I winced. I was so going to get it.

"You're dead, Fenton!" Dash glared evilly, lifting me up by my shirt. "You took away my job you useless piece of shit!" He spat in my face.

And in that moment, I realized that I'd had enough. My eyes, probably, turned neon green and I flung my foot into his ribcage, making him release me in one blow.

"hoLY SHIT!" Jack cheered. Hayden hit him over the head but made no move to stop me. Cameron gasped and exited the booth, standing over Hayden and Jack.

"You don't get to call me a worthless piece of shit. You don't know what I've been through and what I got through! You can take your sorry ass out the door before I kick your teeth in." I snarled, my eyes glowing green.

It was probably too risky to get mad like that, but it worked because Dash was running out the door in negative three seconds.

Cameron smiled in surprise, sitting back down. Jack was laughing his ass off while Hayden was staring in awe. "Sorry about that Mr. Fenton. Do you need anything else?"

I smiled. "No, not at the moment."

…

Cameron and I departed from the restaurant sometime after we finished our food.

"You could've easily taken him." Cameron said. I nodded.

"I didn't want to give him the satisfaction." I admitted, turning my head slightly to look at her. Cameron smiled at me from the passenger.

"...it was like you were a hero. I was so proud that you faced him like that." Cameron said. I smiled.

I pulled into Sam's driveway. "Do you wanna go home or?" I asked. She shook her head.

"I wanna stay here and learn more stuff about you." Cameron said, and even though she said so innocent, I blushed.

"Stella had a completely different method of getting to know me." I said, awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck as I shut off the car. She smiled.

"Well, I can promise you that whatever she did, I will do the opposite. What did she do?"

"She, uh, had sex with me?" I said awkwardly. She choked. "This girl isn't so nice, is she?"

"Like I said, wanted to fix me and had unorthodox methods for doing so." I explained. Cameron nodded, then smiled and hopped out of the car.

I walked out of the car and walked to the door with her. Before I opened the door, she grabbed my hand, looking me closely in the eyes. I watched her as she gently placed her hands on my face and moved closer towards me.

I close my eyes as her lips touched mine. Cameron gently pressed closer and pulled away, smiling shyly and biting her lip.

"That was pretty great." She laughed, her hands moving to rest on my shoulders. I laughed with her and brought my lips back to hers, moving my hands to her waist.

We just kissed for a couple minutes, closed mouths, on Sam's front porch.

You know, until the door opened.

"Oh…" A disappointed sigh sounded from the door. Cameron and I pulled away quickly, still smiling.

"Hey Sam." I said, nonchalantly. Sam forced a smile. Why is she forcing smiles? Why is she upset?

Cameron sensed the tension. "Hey, I'm going to call my brother to come get me from Circle K. I'll see you tomorrow." She kissed me one more time and then jogged away.

"Whats wrong?" I asked, concerned. Why was she suddenly so upset?

"Well, after we had sex, Ethan broke up with me." She said. My mouth dropped open.

"What?" I said, pulling her into my chest. That little motherfucker.

"I was apparently just his booty call, and only stayed longer because he got on your nerves...and I thought that you…." She trailed off. I let go and held her shoulders.

Tears were swimming in her eyes, and hurt was laced in them. "That I what?"

"Nothing...just something you said a long time ago." She said, wiping her eyes. "You do realize you've known that girl for two days." She said.

I frowned. "Yes, and?"

"Last time that you liked a girl for two days, you got your heartbroken!" She said, anger lacing her tone.

Her eyes were sad, angry, and….jealous? That couldn't be right. Sam isn't jealous of Cameron.

"Sam, look. Cam is different."

"Cam?" She demanded. I stepped back. "What the hell is your deal?" I demanded. She pointed her finger at me. "My deal is you! And you are still too dense to figure it out!" She yelled, crossing her arms across her chest.

"...Just let me be happy!" I said, hurt crossing over my features. She stepped back.

"Let me!" She said, her voice still angry.

"...Why are….what's...Fuck you, Sam." I said at last. She shot her head up at me, like I shot her. Her anger dissipated suddenly and she sighed, stepping forward.

"Don't fucking come near me." I spat, running up the stairs and slamming the door to my room. I thought about leaving for my parents, but decided against it, since I hadn't completely forgiven them.

What was Sam's deal? Why does she get like this everytime I'm happy with a girl?

My mind wandered to the unopened text message I sent to her a long time ago. Something that changed her thoughts about me. I wish I hadn't deleted it, because my curiosity was getting the best of me.

I couldn't go ask Sam either, because I'm mad and she would probably deny me anyway. The only person that I could ask would be Tucker.

I have to ask Tucker.

Tucker [sent] what did i tell sam

Tucker [rec] lol what?

Tucker [sent] what was the text message that i sent her that was such a big deal that was longer than everybody elses?

Tucker [rec] ...oh...i think you should ask her, bud.

Tucker [sent] i cant ask her! im mad at her! come on dude!

Tucker [rec] its not my place, danny.

Tucker [sent] …

Tucker [sent] fine. whatever. bye.

I groaned in frustration as I threw my phone across the room. I'm happy with a girl?

My mind wandered to the unopened text message that I had sent to Sam. It had to be what was ever on that. She didn't start acting weird till after that

She did get an I-told-you-so for Stella, but what did she have against Cameron?

And I can't ask her about it, since I'm mad at her and she wouldn't tell me anyway...

...Tucker probably knows.

Tucker [sent] what did I send to Sam?

Tucker [rec] lol what?

Tucker [sent] the night she found me. I sent her a text? What was on it.

Tucker [rec] oh.

Tucker [rec] that's not really my place. You should ask her?

Tucker [sent] I can't. We are fighting right now and she wouldn't tell me anyway.

Tucker [rec] well I'm sorry, but it's not my place to tell you :/

Tucker [sent] fine whatever

I groaned in frustration and threw my phone across the room. I laced my fingers in to my hair and pulled slightly. I let go and finally decided to take a shower.

I went into my bathroom, stripped down, turned on the water, and got inside.

I stood there, water dripping into my eyes and thought about my approach to Sam.

Obviously, what I'm doing now wasn't good enough, judging by the crying coming from her room.

'She probably wasn't crying about me.' I thought as I scrubbed my hair.

'She probably wouldn't even miss you.' My mind told me. I shut my eyes tightly, letting the soap rinse from my hair.

I couldn't have these thoughts again. I was getting better. Sam liked me when I was better. I sighed, turning off the water and exiting the shower.

I dried off and put on pajama pants, wanting to just get into bed, but the guilt of what I had said to Sam weighed over my actions.

I plugged in my phone and saw the notification.

One New Message: Tucker

I held my breath, biting my lip as I slid my thumb over the screen to unlock my phone.

Tucker [rec] ...you told her you loved her.

And everything I knew came crashing down.

Sam knew that I loved her. She knew and she kept that to herself? She still dated Ethan, but got jealous when I dated other girls?

Because I don't remember sending the message.

I dropped the phone and my eyes widened. My feet took me to where I wanted to go.

Sam was wiping her eyes when I came in, her hair damp and her face free of make up.

"You knew." I whispered. She looked up in shock, a steady trail of tears down her face.

This Sam was different. My Sam didn't cry.

"Knew what?" She asked, her voice confused.

"...that I loved you." I said. She stood up suddenly. "You remember?" She gasped.

"I had help." I said, walking up to her. I closed my fingers around hers. "So...?"

I brought her closer to me, my face suddenly hurt. "So why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"You were so happy with Stella at the time..." She whispered.

"I'm happy with Cameron now." I muttered. She sighed.

"I know." She said. "I just...I need-I need you to pretend for one night that we could work. That nothing would get in our way." She said, her face close to mine.

I blushed but nodded. "That there was no Cameron, Ethan, or Stella." I added.

She nodded. "Just us." She said, wrapping her arms around my neck. I transformed suddenly, much to her surprise, but she brushed my hair away from my face.

"Fly with me?" I whispered.

"Always." She whispered back, holding on tight as I took off into the air.

I finally pressed my lips to hers as we floated there, above where our problems were.

We flew past Cameron's house, Stella's house, and landed on the roof of Tucker's, our lips never leaving the others.

We just flew for the whole night, and watched as the sun rose above the horizon. I laced our fingers together and leaned my head against hers.

One thing I knew for sure, was that the moment our lips met, my mind was blank.

A good kind of blank.