She's Lost- He messed up. He didn't understand just how but he had to fix it before she was gone forever.
"Carly, what do you need?" a blonde headed girl called from the front door. She had received a text from Carly that she wanted her to meet her in the studio.
"Sam, come to the studio!" her best friend called out to her.
Sam decided to get some meat first, she grabbed a Peppy Cola then she took the elevator up to see what Carly wanted.
As soon as she got out she walked straight into a machine that locked her wrists with cuffs to a metal board. The meat and ham fell out of her hands. The same happened to her ankles and the board spun around to put her in a lying position in which her capturer could see her.
Sam did not look up but she kept on struggling to free herself until she heard a familiar voice say, "Sam, stop! The metal is titanium, you won't be able to escape!" He chuckled.
"Fredward? Come on, what's this for?" she screeched at him.
"Sam! You changed my grades to all C-'s. My mom practically had an aneurysm!"
Despite her current circumstance Sam laughed. "Crazy freaked out? That's better than what I could hope for!"
"Well, now you're going to pay!"
"Oh really? Do you really think that Carly won't come to free me? She was the one that called me here, you know?"
"Not really. I borrowed Carly's phone to text you that. I just replayed Carly's voice from the camera to trick you. Carly and Spencer are in Yakima visiting their won't be back till tomorrow morning, so no one's looking for you. Plus it's Friday after school, no one's going to miss you for a while."
Sam's eyes widened but then she relaxed. "Hmmm, nub I really never thought you had it in you. Well, what are you going to do? Nothing too bad because you're just a nice sweet boy, right?"
Freddie's face dropped. "Well I was just gonna keep you locked in there without food for a while."
Sam's eyes widened. "Come on, Freddie! You really can't do that!"
"Oh really?" the fifteen year old said joyfully from getting a reaction from his 'fearless' best friend/enemy.
Sam started struggling even more but then stopped. She looked up at Freddie with an embarrassed expression. He laughed.
"Um, can I get the time?"
Freddie froze. She had actually asked politely. Well, she hadn't said please but that was the most he had ever seen from the Puckett. He smiled slightly at her figure but then frowned worriedly when he saw that her left foot and hand were going in circles that were abrupt and must have been painful from the way that her ankle and wrist had gotten red and her pained expression.
"It's 3:48. Why, Sam?"
"C'mon Freddie! You've got to let me out! I gotta g-go somewhere Let me out before it's too late and it gets to be 4 o'clock."
Freddie interest was spiked and he decided not to let her go against the little voice in his head telling him that he was going overboard.
"Sam," he started warily, "what happens at four o'clock?"
She shot him a menacing glare and he flinched but then remembered that she was the one chained to a small metal wall. She kept glaring at him and he sighed knowing that Sam wasn't going to tell him.
"Tell me!" She ignored him and his anger flared. "You know what, I don't care what happens at 4 o'clock. It must not be important if you won't tell me. I'll come back for you at 7 o'clock tonight."
He stormed out of the room, slamming the studio door that was built so that no sound traveled out of it, completely missing a look of terror cross into the girls face.