(Freddie's POV)
Freddie opens the door of his own apartment and steps out into the hallway. He knocks on Carly's door although he knew it was open. He had nothing else to do, and he was secretly hoping to see someone else behind the door.
"It's open!" Carly calls.
Freddie steps inside, and he feels that thrill he gets when he sees the person he was hoping for. She lifts her head and smiles sweetly at him. "Hi Freddie."
"Hi Sam." He smiles back. Both her and Carly and splayed out across the floor, doing homework. Well, at least Carly was doing her homework. Sam was probably doodling or something. "Whatchu girls up to?"
"Studying." Carly responds. "For that test in English."
"Cool, cool." Freddie sits next to Sam and looks at the papers splayed in front of them. "Looks impossible."
"It always is, our teacher is awful." Sam says, sitting up. Her shoulder brushes Freddie's and he feels a bolt of...something. Sparks? Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.
He wonders how she's feeling after all of this. They're just juniors in high school. It's only been a few months since they broke up...
Was she just as torn up as he was?
Freddie never truly claimed anything as his own. He always had to share it. When he had a crush on Carly, he had to share her with 75% of the male population. He never really had anyone to his own.
So, he guesses he was entitled to say this: She better be as torn up as I am. She's mine, God damn it. She's mine...
He hears her phone go off. He glances over and sees that an unknown number has texted her. She lifts up her phone and reads it. Her eyes widen and she suddenly turns away from him, almost shielding her phone away from him.
"Something wrong?" He asks.
"N-Nothing." Sam splutters. She shakily sets her phone down.
Spencer walks down the stairs and says, "Hey guys,"
"Hey Spence." Carly sits up and turns to her brother.
"Hey." Freddie and Sam say at the same time.
"Hey, do any of you know this number?" Spencer lifts his phone and shows the three. Freddie didn't recognize it, and it wasn't the number who texted Sam.
"Never seen it." Carly says. "Why?"
"I keep getting some...weird texts from that number." Spencer admits. "I don't know where they're coming from."
"Let me read them." Carly tells him.
Spencer shows them one of the text. Freddie squints and reads the words:
The future has designed for us to meet again. I'm super cereal.
"Maybe it's from an ex-girlfriend?" Sam says, looking up at Spencer.
"Maybe..." Spencer looks back at the text. "Well, I'm afraid to sleep tonight."
Freddie sees Sam, at the corner of his eye, typing something on her phone. "Don't worry about it, Spencer." Carly tells her brother. "It's probably just a prank."
"Yeah, you're probably right." Spencer walks to his bathroom. "I'll be in the shower."
"Wait, is the milk in there?" Carly snaps her head up.
"Nooooooo!" Spencer calls back.
"Yes, it is!" Carly rolls her eyes. "Oh, whatever!"
Freddie's own phone vibrates, and he sees that it is from a private number. He reads the text:
Hey Freddie it's your mother. I need you to come home, okay?
He almost laughs at loud. He glances halfway at Sam. Did she really think he was that stupid?
Yeah, probably.
Sam looks at him with such intensity, and he knows that she probably wants to tell Carly something. He stands up and says, "I gotta go. My mom needs me."
"Alright, see you later." Carly says. Freddie walks to the door, casting a confused glance as Sam before he leaves.
As soon as he clicks the door shut, he hears Sam gasp, "Oh my God, Carly, I need to tell you something!"
...
...Uhm...
...
He presses his ear to the door.
"What? Why didn't you tell me before?" He hears Carly say.
"Because Freddie was here. I just texted him that his mom needed him." He hears Sam say. Of course. He knew it.
"Okay, so what's the issue?" Carly asks.
"L-Look at this...!" Freddie knows she was probably showing the text.
"'Hey Sam, I think you're...'" Carly's voice fades out, and then she screams. "Oh my God! Zack sent that?"
"Yeah..." Sam says, almost warily. "What do I do?"
"What do you do? Zack just asked you out! You gotta go out with him, at least once!"
No, no, she doesn't! Freddie wails on the inside.
"I know what you mean, but..." He can hear Sam sigh. "It's still so soon since...you know."
"You two broke up, Sam. That was months ago." Freddie feels his hands ball up into fists. What does Carly know? She has a new boyfriend every week! He almost wanted to storm in there and force her to shut her mouth, but that would ruin everything. "Zack just sent you a text asking you out. Come on! You have to take the offer."
"But..." Sam sounded unsure.
"Please?" Carly almost begs. "I want you to have a nice boyfriend, you know?"
Come on, Sam, don't do it...! Freddie has to bite down hard to force himself to not scream. Just say-
"Alright, I'll do it!" Sam snaps. "I'll regret it; I know it!"
"No, you won't! Sam, come on. Be more optimistic!" Carly says.
Freddie slumps against the wall, his mind suddenly becoming a jumbled mess. Who was Zack? Zack Harrington? Oh, he knew him. He was somewhat-friends with him!
This can't be happening...!
He sighs. What was Sam doing? Just because they're taking a break, doesn't mean she can go and date other guys!
He thought she said she loved him...