We stood there in the school courtyard just staring at each other. Both speechless. Sam Puckett had just kissed me. Samantha Puckett. My abusive best friend. I couldn't believe it. We were just talking about love and feelings between her and Brad and then BAM, a kiss. So many things are running through my mind right now. I have never been so confused in my life. All this time I thought she hated me. Take the birthday card for example. What did she mean by she never said she hated me? I thought she would never have feelings for me like that. Right after I was about to say something, she ran back into the school. I turned around and yelled at her.
"SAM!" Right as I turned around, I saw Carly standing at door staring right at me. Sam had ran past her and went somewhere in the school. I tried to run after her but Carly had stopped me. She looked as confused as I was. Being really antsy she asked, "What just happened out there?" I mean, I'm sure she saw the kiss but honestly, I really didn't know what happened myself.
"We were just talking about Brad and I started telling her that she should tell him how she feels even though it won't be easy and then….she just…she kissed me." At that moment, it sunk in. Everything was still trying to process into my brain but that finally did. I couldn't think straight, I just wanted to find her so we could talk about it. But knowing Sam, she would avoid me as long as she could. "Do you know what this means?," Carly said with such emphasis.
Right then and there it hit me. Sam was never in love with Brad. The MoodFace app was accurate but me and Carly were wrong the whole time. Samantha Puckett was in love with me, Freddork Benson.
I ran inside as fast as I could, right past Carly. Such a snooper. I had no idea where to go. I just had to hide. Somewhere. I needed to get away from everyone and think about what just happened. The thoughts of Freddie kept running through my mind. Good and scary thoughts. My stupid emotions got the best of me tonight. I couldn't hold them in any longer. For over 2 years now, I have kept them in and let my anger out on him. Instead of love, I gave him hate. I don't really hate him but I had to pretend so he wouldn't suspect something was up. Too damn late for that. What the chiz was I thinking tonight?
Ridgeway sucked with hiding places. The janitor's closets were all locked and the bathroom would have been the easiest for Carly to find me. I decided on a nearby classroom with no one in it. Surprisingly, it was unlocked so I went inside. The lights were off but a light from the parking lot was shining through the window so there was some light. I obviously sat in the teacher's desk because it was the most comfortable. I put my feet on the desk, laid back in the chair and let my thoughts work themselves out.
It was around midnight when I got into the room and I laid there for 30 minutes. I had my eyes closed and my hands laid on my stomach. All of a sudden, I heard the classroom door open.