Sam trudged up slowly to the large doors of Singletown High. Her mind was a complete mess, the only thing she could think of was what The Voice said to her last night. It seemed like the whole world was against her. Chris was nothing more than a total stranger to her now. She felt all alone. He saw what she did, and soon Danny and Cathy would find out about it and shun her, too. They'd probably strip her of her V-com and kick her out of the club for good! She wouldn't let them. She couldn't. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she found herself liking the constant danger and chaos. She hated it one moment and loved it the next. Her life would never be normal, but she would not have had it any other way.
Sam's been acting all weird since we got back from Nossida's ship. Usually she'd be all happy for sending him away again, but for some strange reason, she seemed like she was bothered by something. Chris was in the room with her wasn't he? It seemed like he saw or heard something. Oh well… Cathy was a big help with the bomb disarming. I had no idea of what to do until she did what any smart space girl would have done.: Push all the buttons and hope we don't explode. It worked, (Which is what happens when you watch Star Trek for four hours a day,) and surprised us both before we realized that Chris and Sam were still in the main chamber of the ship with Nossida. When we finally got there, Nossida was defeated, Sam was standing over him with her blaster, and Chris was there, too. Hmm.. Well, whatever happened between them wasn't good, as they'd usually be really close. The air in the room was so thin you could slice it with a knife. Today seemed different, too. I'm not one to try and notice these kinds of things, but it was just too obvious to ignore. Something happened with Sam and Chris, and this bugging feeling won't go away until I've found out what it means. Oh look! There goes Wendy! Man if I had a nickel for how hot she was I'd be…. Rich. Right?
I couldn't even concentrate on my classes today. There is only one person on my mind. Sam. What she did, why she did it, it makes me feel like we've already lost whatever foothold we had against the evil forces that threatened this world. Samantha is one for rules and regulations, not recklessness. That is reserved for Danny. Sam's the level headed leader that makes all the right moves and knows exactly what to do to get us out of a sticky situation. I counted on her for everything in a mission. I guess we all did. We all knew that whatever we faced, Sam would have some sort of idea of what to do to make us feel safe. For that, I feel guilty. The three of us have been relying on her too much. I wanted her to think of us as her teammates and partners, not leeches. I want to talk to her, but she's been avoiding me. She cannot hide. I know her like I know the back of my hand. We are one, in mind and body. We feel what the other feels, and when she fired that shot that killed Nossida, I felt a surge of anger and hurt pass through her. I know she didn't want to do it. She even hit me. She never hit me before. Not that I'm weak, but it'll be a cold day in Hell when I have to fight my female counterpart.
Cathy slid her tray of questionable items next to Danny's tray. Upon seeing the jock, she smiled. "Hey, Danny!" The jock blushed red at seeing her again. She kissed him on the cheek last week. He quickly scarfed down his sandwich. "I.. I gotta go, Cath… See you later okay?" Blushing, the teen threw his tray away and walked out of the food court. "What was that about? Cathy said to herself. Is the team falling apart? I hope not… This thing couldn't be that bad, right? Cathy Smith took a bite of her apple, wondering if the team, like her apple, would soon be eaten to it's core…