"I think Freddie's lying," Carly said as they walked down the hallway to get to the stairs.
"Lying about what?" Sam asked, sounding amused.
Carly shrugged, "I don't know. I saw him talking to a girl on Friday."
"A girl? Talking to Freddie? Willingly?" Sam asked, in between chuckles.
Carly glared at her friend, "Sam. This is serious. What if that's his girlfriend? If she is, how come Freddie won't let us meet her?"
Sam chuckled again, "Freddie having a girlfriend? That's hilarious."
"Sam!" Carly scolded and rolled her eyes. Sometimes she wished she can control her friend.
"It's funny," Sam said.
"No it's not," Carly said as they made it to the stairs. "Ooh, I spy a cute boy."
"Where?" Sam asked, looking to see who Carly spotted.
"Right there, talking to Freddie," Carly said and nodded in the direction.
"I swear that I'm not dating another nerd again. Or try to," Sam replied.
She remembered how trying to share a boy with Carly nearly destroyed their friendship. It wasn't pretty or fun. Then Shane ended up falling down the elevator shaft and they promised to never fight over another boy again.
Carly looked at the two boys, "I wonder what they're talking about." She walked down the stairs, with Sam following her.
"War," The boy had finished saying.
"I know. I got the—" Freddie said and looked over at his two friends. "Hello."
"So, who's your friend?" Sam asked looking at the brown haired boy. She took mental notes that the boy was slightly muscular and slightly tanned. Sam guessed that the boy was tanned from being in the sun.
"This is Jack," Freddie said. Jack looked at the two girls. "This is Carly and Sam," Freddie motioned to the girls.
"So Jack, how did you get that scar?" Carly asked looking at the scar on Jack's upper arm. It was five inches long and going vertical.
Jack looked uncomfortable and lowered the sleeve on his shirt. "It's a very long and painful story that involves barbed-wire and glass."
"Maybe you can tell it to us some time," Carly offered.
Jack shrugged, "Yeah. Sometime." He hoped that they would forget about it. He wished he could. Freddie knew that story very well.
It involved the Nightmare Cage; a sixty-foot high pure steel cage. Jack had climbed up the entire cage and fell fifty-feet onto a table, which was covered with a sheet of glass and barbed-wire. He was the first one to do the Nightmare Cage Match, when they brought the Cage back three months ago.
Oddly enough, Mike was freaking out after the fall between Jack and another guy named Jonathan. The two of them hadn't moved for five minutes, which made Mike freak out more. It had gotten to the point that Freddie, Kim, and Adam had to hold Mike back to keep him from running out to the ring when the doctors showed up. Jack and Jonathan had gotten up to continue their match, this time inside of the Cage.
"So, what are you two talking about?" Sam asked. There was something that involved 'war.'
"I got the notes about the Cold War from History and I was wondering if he needed to borrow them," Jack lied.
"And I was telling him that I got the notes," Freddie said.
Carly said slowly, "Okay." Why was she getting the feeling that they're lying to her?
"I better go," Jack said. He left quickly.
"Congratulations Carly, you scared him off," Sam said.
Carly rolled her eyes, "I did not. He's just…" She had no clue what made Jack uncomfortable. "Busy."
Freddie decided to be a good friend, "I'm sorry Carly, but he's already crushing on someone else."
Carly's face fell, "Oh."
Your gear came in. Pick it up after school.
Freddie read the text message that he got from Eric in History. Freddie's heart thumped and felt excited. At least their fight clothes finally showed up after three months of waiting and being missing.
Judging by Jack's expression, he got the text message too. He figured that Kim must have gotten the text message too. Kim actually went to another school, so they met when they joined No Limit, and became Chemical Reaction.
"I was thinking for the web show we can—you're not listening to me," Carly said.
Freddie looked at her, "I am. I have to go pick something up."
"Right now?" Sam asked, annoyed.
"Yeah, right now. I'll come back and pick something for the web show," Freddie promised.
"It would've been helpful if you told us that," Carly replied.
Freddie shrugged, "It just sprung up on me."
"Ugh, Freddie," said Carly. She sounded annoyed.
"I'll come back. I just have to go pick it up," Freddie said.
"Remember, we go to War on Friday," Eric reminded the three teens.
"I know. We got the reminder," Kim said and looked at her new clothes. It was neon red shorts, a neon red tank-top, and neon red shoes.
Freddie and Jack's clothes were neon red shorts, neon red vests, and neon red shoes.
In black lettering on the shirts and tank-top it said, "Chemical Reaction' on it.
"I love these clothes." Kim said looking at her clothes and hugged the package, while smiling.
Freddie wanted blue, Kim wanted green, and Jack wanted red. They agreed to use red because it would be a lot cooler than blue or green. And it turns out Jack is right.
"War," Freddie said.
War was when all the sixteen year olds; girls included (even the ones that didn't sign up to fight boys), get in the ring and throw each other out, until the last person is left in the ring. To make it challenging, there's thumbtacks, glass, and sprinkles lay around the ring.
"Yeah," Eric said and looked at the teens. "Is there something you want?"
"Well, I was wondering about the Tangled Wire Match," Jack said.
Eric looked at the teen, "What about it?"
Jack looked thoughtful, "I want to join in."
Eric scratched his chin. He wasn't sure if he should change the three-way match, to a four-way. "I'll think about it."
Jack smiled, "Thanks." They left the office and Kim slapped the back of Jack's head. "Hey."
"Yeah, hey. What are you thinking?" Kim demanded.
Jack rolled his eyes, "That I want to go in the Match."
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