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~*Freddie's P.O.V*~

"SAM!" I said in a furious voice. Gosh this demon has been getting on my nerves! It's been 7 months since our "mutual" break-up. I literally didn't wanted it, but oh well. I guess she wanted it… sadly. But I guess I'm over it?

"What dweeb?" She said turning around.

"You do not cook a HOTDOG in my locker!" I said holding up a stick with a hotdog.

"So? Who cares! I'll burn your whole locker down if I have to. So shut up and deal with it!" She snapped.

"It is WRONG to cook in people's lockers! I swear Sam if you don't…"

"Woah, woah, what's going on?" Carly interrupts me.

"That 'thing' cooked a HOTDOG in my locker!" I said.

"Sam... you don't cook hotdogs in people's lockers." Carly said.

"Yeah, yeah.. whatever." Sam said walking away.

"Where you going?" Carly said.

"In the bathroom!" She said with a shaky voice. She looked mad and sad. Hm, I shouldn't be too worried. That was kind of Sam's moods these days. Eh oh well.

"What's her problem?" I said.

"I don't know. She's been acting weird these days. Eh, I guess it's just her mood swings?" Carly said.

"Yeah probably." I said.

"So prom's coming! I'm really excited. I think Marc is gonna ask me to Prom! Ain't that cool?" She said.

"Yeah aha. Well I'm probably going to wait for someone to ask me." I said with a smirk.

"Yeah sure whatever. Haha, well bye. I'ma head to class. Shoot." She said.

"K, bye!" I said leaving too.

~*Sam's P.O.V*~

"That 'thing' cooked a hotdog in my locker!"

Well great. I am now crying in the freaking stall. What. The. Hell. I am crying over some stupid geek who called me a "thing". That hurts a lot. So now, I'm just sitting in the stall crying my eyes out. Ugh, Sam Puckett. I am a PUCKETT. Pucketts do not cry. Ugh, Sam. Get it together! You are not going to let a stupid boy get in the way of your life… besides, he's over you now.

Great, more tears. I swear I might let all the water in my body out and turn to a noodle. I'll probably even cry out blood. No, I'm just kidding… maybe.

"C'mon Sam, get it together." So with that I stood up and got out of the stall. Good thing no one was here. I will not let anybody see me, Sam Puckett, cry. That is number ONE in my "Not To Do List."

I looked in the mirror. Eye-liner and mascara all smeared. Yeah, I used Carly's makeup today. I usually don't use make-up, but oh well.

I grabbed a tissue wiping all tears and make-up. I shouldn't be crying this hard! Damn, it's like the end of the world for Sam Puckett. Wow. Freddie has called me many other hurtful things and I cried almost to death. I guess that means I drink a lot of water? No? Okay.

I washed my face. I really didn't look any different without makeup. Mascara only makes my eyelashes longer, that's all. And eye-liner for a little touch. And with that, I can pretty much say that I'm not that ugly. But Freddie makes me feel like I am.

It has been 7 months since that heart-breaking day. I cried my eyes out. Why was I so stupid? I was the one who brought up about "breaking up". And I guess he thought that I wanted it. But I so did not! Ugh Sam, why you gotta be so stupid? I loved him, ever since the day I tortured him. And that was 6th grade. Only last year… was the only one who finally let my feelings out. All of it. I just couldn't take it anymore. I freakin' love him so much. He surprisingly kissed back. Our first kiss was just absolutely amazing. Out on his fire escape. That place is so special, you have no idea. It wasn't exactly me letting my feelings out.. since we both agreed it was "just to get it over with."

I was finally done washing my face, though, my eyes looked a bit puffy. I'll just say that the eye-liner was bugging me. But other than that, I looked fine. I went outside the restroom and the bell rang. I was in the restroom for almost an hour. Haha, wow.

I loved Freddie, I just wish he would love me… again. I'm wondering if I should ask him to Prom. I need to make a plan. Probably I can tell him that I like someone and probably want to make them jealous? Hmm, I don't know if it'll work but I can try?

Let's see, first I insult him… a horrible insult. He wouldn't really mind right? And then I tell him who I 'pretend' like. I'll say a hot senior! I think I'll say Darren. Yeah Darren! He's pretty cute. Then I'll tell Freddie to just PRETEND to be my prom date? Sadly, I wish it was real. But it's still a pretty good plan? Hmm.. don't know. Let's see if it'll work.

Ouu, there he is! I'll ask him now. Or 'pretend' ask him.

"Yo stupid dork!" I said in my little tough voice.

"What!" He sounded irritated, but he always is.

"I need you to do me a favor…" I said nervously. Oh crap. Was I really going to do this? Really? Like right now? Ugh. And with that I took a deep breath in.

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