"Look, I know it's scary for you to put your feelings out there, 'cause you never know if the person you like is gonna like you back. Everyone feels that way! But you never know what might happen if you don't..."

"I..."

"Sorry..."

"It's cool."

Their words swam around my mind in a haze. I wanted to scream. I wanted to talk to them. I wanted to run.
"Oh my god..." were the only words that fell from my agape mouth. I watched as they looked at each other. They weren't speaking, why weren't they speaking?

It had been building up to this for weeks now. No, not weeks it has been months and maybe even years. It was obvious something was going to happen but I didn't think now? I thought she liked Brad? I sighed and turned away from the window. I was such a bad friend I knew she never liked him but I never thought her and Freddie...Could it really happen? I'd been pushing a boy on to her that she didn't even like, and I knew it. I just wanted her to be happy.

With Sam I always feel like I get everything I want and she doesn't. I always want to make her feel special, like I know she is but she never sees it. No matter how many times I try to tell her she's beautiful, funny and an amazing friend, she never believes me. She'll believe him though. She's in love with him...that's what the Mood Face App said. It wasn't Brad.

Sam is in love with Freddie.

Sam and Freddie.

She loves him.

It was sinking in. Love. Sam in love. I repeated over and over in my head.

"Hey Carls! There you are. Spencer's getting a bit agitated now, shall I let him out?"

I looked up and Gibby was standing in the door way, to him the world was normal. Well as normal as it can be in Gibby's head. My world had been ripped inside out.

"Carly?" He walked towards me, "Carls?"

"Gibby. It happened." I answered hardly hearing my own voice.

"What happened?" He asked. I quickly pushed him out of the classroom and back towards the main hall and Spencer.

"You know what I mean!" I spun Gibby around the room, "Who's missing?" I asked urgently.

"Umm...Freddie and Sam...Oh!" I saw the realisation light up his eyes.

"Gibby, what do we do?" I asked anxiously. Before he could answer Spencer started to bang on the glass of the box he was trapped in and was shouting for us to free him. I nodded to Gibby to let him out. I knew I couldn't concentrate on anything involving school until I figured out how to react to Sam and Freddie's kiss.

They kissed. They kissed, again! Well she kissed him, but he didn't stop her. Does he love her too?

Suddenly my phone vibrated as I received a text message. It read:

"One New Message:
Freddie
Received 10.18pm

It wasn't Brad."