Not a Fairytale
Sam Puckett sighed as she stared down at the ground, silence filling the air and enveloping her and Freddie Benson. She couldn't believe that she had been so stupid! She couldn't believe that she'd actually kissed him! Sure, she had feelings for him. Feelings beyond comprehension, ones that she hadn't even wanted to admit, herself. She'd always made his life a living hell. She always had Freddie assuming that she hated him. Not to even add to that fact that she knew that Freddie liked girls like Carly. Ones who were soft spoken and sweet. Ones who didn't lift a finger, in a violent way. The exact opposite of Sam herself. Perhaps that was why she was always so mean to him. She knew that she didn't have a chance as long as girls like Carly were around, and she couldn't exactly blame Freddie if he hated her. She'd given him more than enough reason to.
"Sam." He said her name softly, trying to gain her attention, but she refused to look at him. She looked so...broken and innocent, just standing there, like that. Two words that he never thought that he would ever use to describe Samantha Puckett, but at the moment, the fit more than they had anyone, before.
Suddenly, the door opened and Brad poked his head out. "Hey, guys? Should we try our project again?"
Freddie whipped his head around and began to speak, "Actually, Sam and I were just-"
She cut him off abruptly, her voice a mere whisper and her head still lowered torward the ground. "We should get inside." With that, she walked past him slowly, hugging herself, slightly.
Freddie watched her walk inside, in shock. He really hadn't expected the events that had transpired, tonight. He had assumed that Sam was in love with Brad. Then again, he'd assumed a lot of things. He'd always thought that Sam loathed him. At least, that was what she always made it seem like. It was what her words had always made him think. Had he really been that blind? Did he really not know her well, at all? That kiss had stirred up something inside him. Something that not even Carly's kiss, after he'd saved her life, had made him feel. It was all too confusing and terrifying. The prospect of liking Sam as much more than a friend. The two had been stuck in this little game of their's for so long, that it scared him to think of them being anything different. He was broken from his thoughts when the door opened again and Carly stepped out, a shocked look on her face.
Carly stared at Freddie for a few moments and then swallowed hard. "So...it isn't Brad that Sam's in love with." She managed to say, still feeling surprised by what she had witnessed.
He nodded slowly, not saying a word. "Guess not." He answered her meekly, giving her a weak smile.
"How...how did we not see it?" She asked of him, dark eyes wide and inquiring.
Freddie shrugged. "I don't know." He murmured in a raspy voice.
Sam ran down the hallways haphazardly. Her hair was a mess around her shoulders and her blue eyes were red and swollen from her tears. She swiped at them angrily and let out a growl as she punched the locker, closest to her. How could she be so stupid? She should've known that Freddie would react that way. Of course he wouldn't return her feelings. She'd made a fool of herself, for nothing. She'd let her good, sweet side shine through, and where had that gotten her? She turned around, back against her locker, as she slid down. She stared straight ahead, listlessly, wondering what was going to happen, between them. She looked up when she saw a pair of feet standing by her, her eyes locking with her best friend's.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Carly asked simply, feeling a little hurt.
Last Part: Carly and Sam talk and Sam and Freddie meet up.