LUCKY

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a/N: You guys are freaking awesome! I love you guys! Thanks so much for the reviews, favorites and alerts! Here's the 2nd chappy. Hope you like it. Told in Sam's point of view.

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Chapter 2: Pouring Everything

I haven't got over with the whole 'Creddie' dating thing. I mean, what the heck just happened? I mean, just a week ago, when that dork has a lot of attempts to go out with her and she turns them all down. But after one minute, they were finally dating. How did that happened? I am seriously freaking out! But I'm really sad at the same time happy for them. NOT!

I have got to talk to Carly.

I walked towards Carly's apartment. Flew the door open and found a Carly and Freddie cuddling on the couch. Would someone please clean my puke. I cleared my throat to get their attention, which I did. They both looked at me.

"Hey Sam." Carly greeted.

"Hey Carls, can I talk to you for a sec?" I said.

"Okay. You could—"

"Privately." I interrupted.

"Oh."

"Nub, get out." Freddie groaned but stood up anyway.

"Sam…" Carly whined. "That's not nice."

"I know. But when have I ever been nice to him." I said as I take the seat across her.

"Yes. I know." She said standing up straight. "But you have to be nicer to him since he's my boy—"

"So?" I said annoyed. "It doesn't change anything between us. The only thing that change is that the two of you are dating. That's it. But he's still my dork and I'm still his tormentor" I said sternly. "Period." I added.

"Sam! Stop being mean to him!" Carly yelled.

"What? Carly!" I yelled back standing up facing her.

"Sam, if you're not going to be nice to my boyfriend, then I guess, I'm not going to be nice to you either! I mean it Sam."

"Carly! What about the agreement we had. You know no more fighting about boys."

"I know. But Freddie's different. So are you going to be nice to Freddie or are you—"

"Carly," Freddie butted in, standing between us. "you don't have to do this. I'm cool with Sam not being nice to me. It's our thing. It would be really weird if she's not there making my life miserable."

'He's defending me!' I thought. 'I can't believe this!'

"Our thing?" Carly repeated in an angry voice. "You have your thing? What, are you secretly dating or something?"

"What? No! That doesn't make any sense!" Freddie said. "I'm just saying that I'm used of Sam making my life miserable—"

"Well, I'm sick of it! I'm sick and tired of you fighting about nonsense things! I'm sick of seeing Sam hurting you! I'm sick and tired of her attacking you for low reasons! 'Cause Sam can't even control herself! She treats you like hell! She treats you like you're some kind of punching bag who she could pour her anger into whenever she wants to!"

"Carly!" Freddie yelled. "Stop! Please!" he probably saw me.

"What? It's true! Why are you defending her. I'm defending you against her, but here you are defending her! What kind of boyfriend are you? Which side are you anyway? Your girlfriend or that monster?"

"Carly!" Freddie said.

Now that's where I draw the line. I am seriously freaking out right now. Really. I'm about to burst into tears. Either that or I'm going to give her triple fist dance on her face, not caring if I break her nose. When is Carly ever going to shut up! I can't take this anymore!

I screamed. So loud. I think my scream could be heard in the entire building.

"CARLY!" I yelled. Stopping myself not to punch her. I was breathing heavily right now.

"Carly how could say all of those things to your best friend?" Freddie yelled.

"What? Is being honest a crime?" Carly yelled back.

"No. But your words are hurting Sam."

"Oh, is Sam the only one hurt? Here I am watching you every day, getting beaten by a blonde headed she-beast. And it hurts me to see you like that."

"I appreciate your concern, but you could say it in a nice and calm way. Isn't that what best friends do whenever they have to say something not good to the other?"

"Bu—" Carly started.

"CARLY SHUT UP!" I yelled on top of my lungs. Everything in the room went quiet. Carly and Freddie, eyes wide opened, looked at me. "DON'T YOU DARE SAY ANOTHER WORD! DON'T MAKE ME WANNA HIT YOU! 'CAUSE RIGHT NOW I REALLY WANNA HIT YOU! SO YOU BETTER SHUT UP BEFORE SPENCER CLEANS YOUR BLOOD!" I took big breath. "HOW DARE YOU SAY ALL OF THOSE THINGS TO ME? YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY ALL OF THOSE THINGS TO ME!" She started opening her mouth, probably telling me that I don't have the right to do those things to Freddie too, but I spoke faster. "HOW COULD YOU TREAT ME LIKE SHIT? WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU? YOU ARE SO INSENSITIVE!"

"No Sam!" She yelled back. But in her eyes, you could see her anger and fear. "YOU'RE THE INSENSITIVE ONE HERE!" she pointed her forefinger at my face but I swatted it away. "You don't care about the people around you. Not even your best friends!"

"Uggghhh!" I screamed. I raised my clenched fist and was about to give her a fistful of punch but stopped myself at the last minute. "You're so lucky that you've been my best friend my whole life. 'Cause if not, Freddie should be bringing to the hospital right now." I said in a deadly tone.

"Really?" she shot. "Or are you just scared?" she said crossing her arms in front of her chest as a smirk started growing in her facing.

Oh she did not just said that. She's been crossing a lot of lines right now.

"Carly Shay, take that back!" I yelled as I moved my face in front of her. She didn't move. "TAKE. IT. BACK!" I repeated. But she just stared at me. "You've mess with the wrong person Shay." I said as I walked towards door. I passed Freddie, but paused. "I'm blaming you for this Benson." I whispered to Freddie as I walked out of their apartment and slammed the almost breaking it.

As I walked down, tears came pouring down my cheeks. I'm so hurt. I lost them. I lost my best friends. Stupid emotions!

How could Carly say all those things to me?

She's my best friend.

I'm her best friend.

What happened to her?

She's been having that attitude lately. The way she turned Freddie down.

But what happened? How did it happened that she said 'yes' to Freddie?

Is she just using him or something?

But that doesn't make any sense. How could she do that to him?

And why would she freak out after I asked Freddie to get out? Okay, I admit I didn't use my nice tone, but why would she say those things to me for that low reason.

Or maybe… she really hates me and just waiting for the time that she could pour all her anger to me – or something.

But why?

If she does hate me – why?

Oh Carly… what happened to you?


a/N: That's all for this chapter. Why did Carly exploded like that? You're wondering right now, are you? And you're probably wondering too why she said yes to Freddie after turning him down thrice in a row. I'm gonna tell you soon in a chapter, told in her point of view. Hmm... You think something's fishy? Alright, that's enough spoilers!

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