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Chapter 2

I was woken up by the beeping of my alarm clock. I covered my head with the blanket, it was Saturday. Why the hell did the alarm go off? I thought bitterly to myself. I took a peek out of my warm blanket and wondered where Isabel was.

I poked one toe out of the blanket and instantly regretted it. It was freezing. The stupid repairman hadn't fixed the heater properly. I wouldn't be too surprised if I found frostbites on my foot.

I buried myself under the covers once again and tried to drift back to sleep. It has been four months since Austin and I broke up, four months since I've forgiven Isabel, four months of pure torture and yet I'm still not over him.

I could still remember the last time I had spoken to Austin. I was ready to let it all go and forgive him for kissing Isabel but instead he broke my heart under the mahogany tree near the riverbank. He had said that perhaps he wasn't ready, or maybe I wasn't ready and that our relationship couldn't possibly go any further.

I had ran back all the way, not saying a word to him, not even picking up the phone when he tried to ring. That night I heard the door open. All the lights were off, but then I felt the switch of the lights go on, the room suddenly became illuminated with a bright fluorescent light. I had gotten up and was definitely ready to start kicking some serious Princeton ass when I stopped halfway.

Isabel stood there with sincere sadness in her eyes. She was so guilt ridden, that I felt guilty for making her feel guilty. I hated myself since then. I was weak, I know I should have acted more pissed off. But hey, call me push over Sam any day.

The weeks went by pretty slowly. I was having Austin Ames withdrawal syndrome. I hated the fact that I was missing him so badly, I hated the fact that I missed the way he kissed me, most of all I hated the fact that while I stayed loser girl of the campus, Austin on the other hand was Mr. Popular. Loved by everyone, and wanted by all of the female population of the school.

I am so sick and tired of feeling this way. I want to get up, but I can't. My head was all set to let him go, but my heart still can't do it.

I slowly opened my eyes once again, letting my sight adjust slowly to the light. I looked up at the white ceiling and wiped away the tears that escaped from the side of my eyes. I mentally kicked myself inside for being so damn weak.

I was well aware of the fact that I was still emotionally unstable, if ignoring even Carter's calls were hints enough. I haven't spoken to Carter within these four months. He probably hates me right now.

I'm nothing but an ungrateful bitch. All he wanted was for me to be okay, but all I did was push the only best friend I had away.

I sniffed once again as I headed towards the bathroom. I was desperate for a hot shower, anything to get rid of the tension I always got the moment I woke up in the morning.

I slowly entered the shower and rested my back on the wall, letting the water fall all over my skin. I closed my eyes as my tears mingled with the drops of water. The pain rising up inside of me was tearing me apart.

I knew I had to talk to Carter. I needed him with me. Especially now that I was falling to pieces, tearing at the seams.

I got out of the shower and got dressed almost instantly. I grabbed my phone and started dialing Carter's number. I waited for it to ring, on the fourth ring I heard someone pick up on the other line, but as soon as I spoke, I heard a click then the line was dead.

I swallowed the big lump in my throat and sucked in the pain. It was no less than I deserved. Carter was just being a good friend, and I just had to ruin everything and push him away.

I took another breathe and closed my eyes. I selected 'message' then 'compose'. My hands were shaking as I sent Carter a message.

To: Drmaticboy

From: Princetongirl

I know you hate me right now. I'm sorry for being such a bad friend, you've been nothing but nice to me, and I blew it away by being a grade A idiot. I'm so sorry. You'll always be my best friend. I hope you know that. I love you kid.

Love, Sam

I walked through the crowded lunch room, where college freshmen students were crowding around to eat something before their next class. "You're so funny Austin!" I heard a high girly voice. Then as if my reflexes were familiar with his name, my gaze instantly followed the voice. Austin was sitting on one of the crowded tables, surrounded, as usual, by giggling girls.

I walked past his table, looking at him from the side, but it seemed that he had completely forgotten all about me. He didn't even look at me, or even smile. It's as if I didn't even exist, and those three months that we were together meant nothing to him.

I felt the stabbing pain once again as I forced the feeling of regret down. Never regret someone who once made you smile. I thought to myself. I continued walking up the room where they were serving today's special.

I grabbed the salad pack and sat two tables away from Austin's table. From this angle I could see him perfectly. I could see his warm smile. The slow and sexy one, the one he use to direct at me, which he now blessed on the girl sitting next to him.

Emily Fields. Blond, college cheerleader, wanted by most of the male population with the exception of some of the erm…female population. She was the perfect girlfriend to have, and by the looks of things, Austin thought so too.

I forced myself to look away, instead I kept checking and re-checking my mobile phone just incase Carter had tried contacting me. I locked the phone and dumped it inside my hand bag, utterly gutted.

I looked out the gigantic French windows, misery must really love me. I heard a scraping right next to me, so I turned to see who sat right next to me. "Hey Sam, how's your day so far?" It was Isabel, smiling brightly at me.

I could never get over the fact that despite our different social status, Isabel was still willing to talk to me outside of school. Actually considering her popularity, she should be sitting with Austin…not me.

I shrugged and smiled back at her. I heard Emily Fields laughing once again and tried to smile bravely at Isabel, masking my irritation. Isabel looked at the table where Emily sat with Austin. She grabbed her fork and pointed at Emily, "That's the reason why I don't sit with them." she said dryly, sticking her fork through her pasta salad and gobbling up a mouthful.

I giggled slightly and Isabel looked at me, utterly surprised. I looked back at her. "What? Do…I have something on my face?" I asked self consciously. Isabel shook her head and smiled kindly. "No, its not that. You look fine, its just…I haven't seen you smile or even laugh before. You have a pretty smile" she said, smiling at me.

I blushed deeply and focused my attention on the food, smiling to myself. "So how have you been these days?" she asked slowly. I shrugged slightly. "I've had better days" I said in a small voice.

There was a pause before Isabel started eating again. Then after a while, she turned towards me. "Look, there's a party on over the weekend, you should come along. It'll be fun. You can meet some of my friends" she said cheerfully. I thought for a second.

I was about to refuse, but then another thought popped inside my head. If I don't go what am I going to do? Mope around like what I've been doing for the last four months? I gave it another minute until I nodded.

"I'd love that" I said quickly before I could change my mind. Then in no time at all, I heard the warning bell. I jumped off the table and told Isabel that I would see her later. As I was passing by Austin's table, I could feel his gaze on me. I looked towards him and saw that it was a mistake. He was busy flirting with Emily. Noticing me would have been a miracle.

I felt exhausted after the lecture, but I didn't want to go back to the dorm. For once I wanted to wander around the school. As I walked around the campus, I somehow felt rejuvenated. I've been here for four months, yet it amazed me that I had never gone around the school before.

I wandered around and stumbled across what looked like an abandoned music room. I looked around the corridor and found that I was completely alone. I cautiously walked inside the room to see if anybody was using it.

The inside of the room looked like it hadn't been used for years. All of the curtains were closed, and the only light inside the room was coming from an old stained class window. The light from outside was creating a spot light on a very old piano.

I started walking towards it and ran my fingers on the smooth surface of the piano. Dusts were coming off of it as I wiped it down with my sleeve. It brought back memories of my dad. Back when he was still alive.

We had an old piano where we both use to sit around and play all night. Sadness overcame me as I remembered the day when Fiona had ruthlessly sold the piano. I was only nine then.

I pulled the wooden chair, the scraping sound vibrated through out the room. I started playing the first few notes of 'There you'll be' by Faith Hill. I closed my eyes and let myself get carried away with the music. It was warming my heart, happiness filled every pore of my body as I forgot about my own troubles. When I opened my eyes I smiled to myself. With the music playing in the background, I felt like I was in a completely different world. A world where I was somebody, a world where Austin was still mine, a world where Carter was still my best friend.

I abruptly stopped playing and buried my face in my hands. I couldn't understand it. I felt like a wreck, yet I felt happy for no apparent reason. I heard laughter, a laughter filled with glee, which eventually turned to surprise, until I realized that it was me.

I felt like I was slowly losing my mind. I looked at the piano and got off quickly. I wiped my tears away. Feeling lighter than I've felt in months. I walked out of the room, glancing back once before heading back to my dorm room.

.:.

Once I got to my dorm, I was stunned. Reporters, students (mostly girls) were crowding around the place. Some were squirming, while some were holding their red cheeks, looking absolutely flushed. I stared at all of them for a second before fighting my way through the crowd.

I tried to get some camera guy off my back as he started firing questions about some guy called David Carter. I brushed him off and pushed my way through the door. The first thing I saw once I got inside the lobby was some girl wearing an animal on her back, and a bald guy chattering on the phone.

"No, no, no! David doesn't like tomatoes! Cancel the damn tomatoes! Understand?!" he was screaming at the poor unfortunate person on the phone. On the receptionists table, a girl and a boy were making out on the front, making the girl on the other side of the table blush, but for some odd reason she couldn't get her eyes off of the boy and girl kissing.

I looked closely at the boy. From behind he looked awfully familiar, and so did the girl with the long black hair, and the kick ass combat boots. Then I squinted my eyes as I recognized the long dark brown hair and the skinny legs clad in leather.

"Carter?" I said in a small voice, my eyes narrowing, as if by doing so, I'm actually enhancing my sight. I watched the girl and the boy pull apart. The boy sharply turned around and soon enough, good old Carter was standing there.

He walked slowly towards me, smiling cheekily at me. "Okay So lets say a little birdie sent me a message this morning while I was in Miami, so now I'm ready for the groveling. Bring it on!" he said brightly.

I squealed loudly and instantly jumped on Carter. Carter laughed out loud as I squealed some more. I pulled away from him and looked him straight in the eyes. "I am so sorry!! I am such an ungrateful to! I'm sorry!" I said, saying the s word a little too much.

Carter started shaking his head. "Well as far as groveling goes, you kind of suck…" he said in a low voice, but I noticed a smile creeping up on his face.

"But you know I can't stay mad at you" he said slowly. I felt myself smiling widely. I gave him another big hug. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Okay hands off Montgomery, he's mine" said a happy voice behind me. I turned around to find Aimee, Carter's girlfriend smiling at me. I gave out another squeal and hugged Aimee just as tightly. As I let go of Aimee I looked around the lobby and noticed the extra strangers once again.

"What on earth is going on here?" mystifyingly asked Carter. Carter straightened out and looked around too. I was expecting another confused look matching mine, instead he smiled. "These are my entourage!" he said smoothly. My mouth dropped open.

It turned out that Giorgio (The bald guy) was David Carter's stylist, while Precious was David Carter's manager. And who is David Carter may you ask?

None other than Carter of course. It turned out that he'd hit it big time. Four months can really do wonders to a person, or make them have a nervous break down (me). Carter Farrell, my best friend, had become a very famous actor in a new TV series which I've heard of from the cheerleaders (who else?). It turned out that Carter's become such a legend that Aimee was having a hard time fending off all the girls that kept pawning themselves all over her man.

"Carter this is insane!" I said, but then re-phrased when I saw the wounded look on Carter's face, "I mean that in a good way!" I added quickly. Carter smiled widely. "Well, I'm fine, you however have been in the dumps lately, so I'm not going to be satisfied until my best friend is also happy!" he said seriously.

I gave him a small smile. He dragged me off my feet and directed me towards my room, how he knew the direction, I will never find out. He dragged me inside and dictated that we were going out tonight.

I heard the doors opened as bags and boxes carried by strangers made their way inside my room and into an almost empty closet. I got out of bed and looked at all of the beautiful dresses. My eyes went wide when I saw the brands. "Carter…Gucci?" I said, having trouble even saying the label.

Carter smiled at me. I started to shake my head. "No…I can't accept this. This must have cost a fortune!" I said, trying to sound rational, except my eyes strayed towards a very cute red dress.

Carter was chuckling. "Right, tell me when your over your denial. Your keeping them Sam, I don't care what you say. Besides, I picked those, I know that you'll look brilliant on one of them. Anyway, get ready, were going out remember?" he said casually.

I sighed and just nodded like the good girl that I was.

Aimee made me wear a black short sleeved dress, paired with a silver belt, then with black boots. As I walked out of the dorm, I could feel everybody's eyes on me. Some people even wolf whistled my way, until they realized who I was.

More attention were drawn towards us as more and more people recognized Carter. The three of us all went inside a very exclusive restaurant and just sat and talked for three hours. Carter smiled for the camera, while I tried to cover my eyes from the flashes.

Everything was making me feel dizzy, especially the way Carter would pull me and Aimee inside a car to get away from the crazy paparazzi.

At one point (on the way home), he actually dragged us to the mall. We ended up going inside one of the night markets, buying a completely different outfit. When Carter was paying, I eyed the hair dye section. I ended up grabbing the packet that said 'Ash chestnut', the complete opposite of my nature blonde hair, on a whim.

I dumped it in front of Carter and he eyed me, his eyebrows cocking up. I shrugged, and he smiled. When I got home Isabel was already there, sleeping, so all of the lights were turned off. I headed straight to bed, I placed the hair dye right next to my bed.

For some absurd reason I just couldn't sleep. I let out a sigh and grabbed the packet that seemed to be calling out to me. Not for the first time that day, I followed my instinct, not thinking much of the consequences.

I went inside the bathroom. When I emerged, I found that all the lights were on, and Isabel had woken up. She was staring at me with her mouth hanging open. "Oh my God" was all she could mutter.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Somehow the old Sam had died, I felt like a new person. It's as if one packet of L'Oreal Paris was enough to change my whole personality.