A/N: This is after iOpen a Restaurant. I hope you guys like it.
Sam's POV
I didn't stop running. After school I just ran home. I couldn't take it anymore! My mom was in Cali with her new boyfriend so I knew I could do what I needed.
I slammed the door of my tiny run-down house so hard the walls shook. Then I locked myself in my room. I didn't need any unexpected visitors interrupting me.
Blinded by rage I tore apart my room bit by bit, throwing the few books I had at a wall, tipping over my bed and ripping my drawers out of my dresser. I tore the picture of Freddie and me from our first date into little pieces.
My breathing was labored. I looked around at the catastrophe that was my room. Finally I broke down and cried.
"He told me he loved me," I sobbed, "He said he loved me." I punch the wall, leaving a gaping hole. "Gah," I cried partly in pain and partly in realization of what I've done. My mother would kill me when she got back.
After I wrapped my hand I quietly packed a bag for Carly's. I really needed a friend, even if she was the friend Freddie was now in love with.
I still needed to clear my head so I decided to walk the mile to the Shay's apartment instead of taking the bus. I thought about the day's events. It was like Freddie had completely forgotten about me. Like he never really loved me!
Half way through, and Mother Nature decided that I hadn't had enough shit in my life and it started to down pour. With no other options I continued to walk to Bushwell.
Lubert yelled profanities as I dragged water into his precious lobby. I ignored him and took the elevator up to the Shay's floor. The quiet dripping of water from my clothes and hair was the only sound in the elevator.
"Carly isn't here," Spencer said when he opened the door, "She went to Yakima to help Grand-dad for the weekend. But come in," He opened the door wider, "You can borrow some of Carly's clothes."
"I have some…" He voice trailed off when she realized that her bag and its contents were also soaking wet.
"I'll throw that in the wash," Spencer took her bag, "bring down what you're wearing when you're done."
I went up to the second floor where Carly's room was. I wasn't really sure if I'd find anything I'd be comfortable wearing, Carly's style was a lot different than mine.
I settled on a pair of black silk pajama shorts and a crop top with the British flag on it. I had to go commando and do without a bra, Carly and I definitely weren't the same size in that department. I pulled my long wet hair back into a messy bun. I really wasn't in the mood to be dealing with all that right now.
"Here," I handed Spencer the ball of wet clothes when I got back down stairs.
"I'll go throw this in with the rest of the stuff," Spencer disappeared down the hall where his bedroom was.
I settled into the couch and flipped through the channels to see if anything good was on. Spencer came back in and sat down next to me.