Let the pans fly.

Being Rebellious

"Is that a love bite?"

The Ghost Boy. It all matched. The cold mist of air, the sudden green shade in Danny's ey-

"A what?" I turned to Valerie, hoping that my voice hadn't come as squeaky as I thought.

I also hoped she was a dumb bimbo and forgot what she was about to say. "There." Oh god. "On your neck."

I did a little shake of my hair, unconsciously. Oh mighty, Rapunzel-like hair, I have cared for you ever since I knew ABC, please hide the mark of memories.

My efforts were put to waste when Valerie's hand pushed away my hair to reveal the bright red traffic light on my neck.

"No." I squeaked. "It's a bug bite."

"Really?" Valerie put on her lawyer face. Her elbows were on her desk and her head rested on one of her hands and her eyes held the glare; something I wasn't immune to. "Does the bug have a name?"

My hands gripped the side of my desk. Plan A: Run. Con: If I run I would surely trip with all my clumsiness. Pro: None. Plan B: Faint. Con: I can't really act. Pro: Enough said.

Shit.

I have to skill myself in these kind of things.

Valerie watched with her curious glare; her eyelids slowly fluttered down in a blink with sync to my gulping.

My mouth felt dry. And the words were fighting with my tongue to be let out and this time screaming 'ghost!' wouldn't surely help. "...No." I said.

"Yes it does." Her hands slammed on the desk and I flinched. "I'm gonna get it out of you." Her eyes narrowed and her secret crush made his way to the class and I let out all the carbon dioxide I had been holding in.

Foley must keep her sidetracked for a while. His red beret flashed in and out of my line of sight. I prayed that Foley sits next to her. Please, please, please.

And he did.

And so did He.

But seriously, I would be so glad if He had actually sat next to her, and not me.

"What?" My mouth gritted out.

"So now you're talking to me, huh?" Danny replies, gripping the back of my seat.

I shut my mouth this time. Okay, Sam. Time to bring back your super awesome cool-calm-collectedness. I let out a breath and calmed myself down for History.

"That's a deep red."

Holy moses.

"It makes me proud."

I secretly hoped that it didn't catch Valerie.

"Oh. my. god." Shit.

"Him? Him?" Valerie squealed, pushing my face out of the way to get a better look at Danny. Who was also grinning. Idiot. I scraped her hands off of my face, wishing that this mighty earth would listen to my pleas and squash me like a bug.

"This is so bad, Sam." Valerie stood up, pressing herself against my desk and peering down at me. "Don't you have a care about Paulina's feelings?" She hissed this at me, really not minding if Danny was listening or not.

He was. But that didn't matter, now did it? For all I cared, he could go to hell. For breaking Paulina's heart.

Valerie let out a sound that was somewhere lost between agitation and shriek. She sat back on her seat, turned her head over to Tucker and never looked back. Even when I slammed my fists down my desk.

"Why?" I whimpered. "What the fudge do you want?"

Danny looked forlorn. But his glinting blue eyes said something else.

Wait.

Blue. Green. Eyes.

Right when I was about to throw away all my anger on him for just a millisecond and tell him that I've found out who he really was- is, he opened his goddamn mouth. "You."

Wha..?

I heard Valerie gasp beside me. Of course, she would have been listening on.

"Wha...?" I was confused.

"You." He repeated again and shushed me down with a finger on my lips when the Professor came in. "History time," He whispered before taking his finger off me.

It had took me a long time to realize what he had meant by 'You'. You see, I get easily distracted and I easily forget things. But that's not the problem. It's when I start to put the pieces together and start to remember and the damn puzzle fits.

Butter the Butler came over to me, this time climbing up the school railing. I wonder if anyone saw that. He dropped my lunch bag beside me and curtly bowed and went.

I stopped him. "Butter," I said, looking at him. "What would you do to keep your hand from getting broken?"

He seemed to have got what I was implying, because, he smiled and said, "I would make sure that they're out of the way of disaster."

"Haha." I said. Part of it was funny, because he called Paulina a 'disaster' and I couldn't agree more. But he was telling me to back off?

"I'm not, Ms. Manson, and you know that." He said, putting his right leg down on the railing. "I'm telling you to stand up."

What did any part of 'out of the way' meant standing up?

He vanished when I turned about to express my thoughts.

I sighed rather loudly when I looked down at my lunch.

That's it. I can't take any more of this. My mind is hurting from thinking too much, when actually, I'm not even sure what to think. I jumped off the ledge and turned around abruptly and made my way over to the staircases of the roof.

I didn't have any car or bike for that matter, so I didn't have to go the parking lot. Since everyone was in the cafeteria, I made my way to my locker not being discreet. I pulled out my books and thrashed them in my bag and without a second look, I went over to the entrance of the school.

When I came out, the air felt warming.

I'm bunking school.

I was giddy somehow, to do something reckless for once in a while. Although I tried to hide myself from the fact that every student in Casper High bunked school more than once, it was a milestone for me.

Go Sam.

Woohoo.

I went right back into school, afraid to take one step outside. Shit.

"Woah." I fell right on my butt when I heard someone whisper near my ear.

My instincts told me it was Danny, but when the guy chuckled inwardly, apologized and gave me his hand, I threw away my instincts.

He pulled me up on my legs and I met blue eyes.

Seems like my instinct was right. Talk about mind fuck.

"Danny?" I was confused.

"Samantha," He offered, letting go off my hand.

"Bunking school?" He asked, when I held my mouth la agape.

I realized I looked like a fish and pursed my lips. I giggled, suddenly, surprising myself. "Kinda." I replied, saddened over the thought that I laughed at myself.

He suddenly grinned, knocking the breath out of me. "Look at you," He said, giving me a scrutinizing look. "Well, lunch's gonna end in three minutes and you don't wanna get caught, do you?"

I meekly nodded a no. I was still sunk in a mixture of embarrassment and anger at him and honestly didn't know what to do. He just caught me trying to be rebellious! He will surely use it against me.

My lungs pushed out a heck a lot of carbon dioxide when I felt his fingers molding around mine. "What are you doing?" I shrieked at the touch.

"Helping you be rebellious." He simply said before dragging me out of the school to the parking lot. The main reason I wanted to bunk school was because of him and he was helping me bunk school.

Okay. Maybe the main reason was Paulina and he was the second reason, but still!

I was about to retort and say something when he stopped, giving my nose a near miss from crashing on his broad shoulders. But that didn't stop me from letting out my thoughts. What stopped me was the ridiculously awesome bike to which Danny was motioning me to come to.

Oh lord.

So who's ready for a motorbike ride?

Okay, I'm so sorry I couldn't update sooner.

I've had a major block in my head and so, this chapter might seem like a filler, but don't worry- the action's all in the next chapter.

Review my lovelies :D