CHAPTER 2
Ok, let me explain. Freddie and I used to date, but we broke up a few months ago due to how little we had in common. But he confessed to me that he loved me before we broke up, and I did the same with him. We ended up having one final kiss in the elevator.
I know it's over, but ever since then, I guess you could say I still sort of like him. A few hours ago, I called Freddie to tell him that Carly's dad couldn't go to the father-daughter dance with her, and asked him what we should do.
But when I called him and told him I needed to talk to him, he asked me if I wanted to get back together. My heart leapt into my throat. Freddie had spoken the words I wanted to ask him ever since we broke up. But I knew I couldn't just immediately say yes. What if Freddie only wanted to get back together for me?
I gulped. "What...Wait…do you?" I asked him nervously. Freddie took a while to respond. "It's just that-'' He changed the subject then asked me what was up.
My heart sank, but I knew I just had to get over it.
Watching Freddie kissing my best friend, I now knew that it truly wasn't meant to be. Freddie only wanted to get back together for me. He didn't really love me.
Freddie loosened his lips from Carly. He had an awkward expression on his face. He went over to get Carly's bags. I pressed myself against the wall as they walked out of the studio.
"Oh, hey Sam." Carly said when she saw me. "Uh, hi. Spencer told you to come down." "Ok." She said. She headed to the stairs. Freddie tapped me on the shoulder. "You ok?'' He asked me. I could feel anger bubbling up inside me. He lied to me when he said he loved me. I guess I was stupid for believing him.
I slapped away his hand. "Yes," I said through gritted teeth. "I'm fine Benson, so don't touch me." I stormed down the stairs, holding back the urge to stare at that stupid dork's face.