A/N - I've decided to make this multi-chapter! I got 6 amazing reviews from last night - thank you so much! I would like to thank .87 especially - as well as Moviegirl46 - your reviews made me smile like an idiot.

To .87 - Thank you so much for the help,review - and praise! I'm attempting to make this chapter longer just for you - haha - and maybe give you a chance for you to love this Frednub again! We'll see.

I would also like to thank everyone else who reviewed; the anonymous ones were funny and sweet. This is basically dedicated to the seven who reviewed.

I technically love you! -Amelie.

Chapter Two : CONFRONTATION.

With that confession, (can we call that a confession?) out in the air, Carly was confused.

"Freddie? I..don't understand," she said, reaching out and touching his arm.

It was cold outside. Goosebumps rose on Freddie's arm, but he didn't know whether it was from Carly's closeness, touch, or just the weather. But dang, she was close.

Freddie shrugged off her arm, sighing heavily.

Carly narrowed her eyes slightly. "Tell me."

"It's nothing."

"It is too something, you look like you're going to cry!"

Yeah, way to be subtle, Carly, Freddie thought.

"Carly, can I kiss you?"

"What?"

"I'm so confused, Carly. I just need to know.."

"No! No, no, no! No way in he-"

Carly's cries of rejection were quickly silenced by Freddie's lips on hers. They were soft. And warm, she noted. They felt nice. Wait. She should be doing something with her lips right now. Like kissing back, maybe? She didn't know. Why the heck did he kiss her in the first place? She didn't like him!

Before she could respond properly, however, Freddie pulled back, a grin on his face.

"I know now, Carly! Thank you!" He hugged a very confused girl, then ran back inside Ridgeway.

Neither of them noticed the flash of blonde that had come back to apologize to her best friend. The girl who was rejected not 15 minutes ago. The girl who witnessed her so called 'best friend' kissing the boy not only kissed 20 minutes ago, but professed her love for him as well.

No one apparently knows how it feels, she'd thought, as she stormed away from Carly and Benson for the second time.

-How it feels to be broken. Freddie's grown up a little, he's caught the eye of a couple girls. Carly's always had guys after her - and I had none. The one guy I thought might have actually liked me back - nevermind; it was all water under the bridge. Something to be forgotten. The prettiest; nicest; most perfect girls always get what the want. I'm a mess, I eat too much, I abuse people, even my own sister would choose someone else over me.

Sam remembered that day. Melanie had been going on about how cute Freddie was, and that they were going on a date.

"I thought we were hanging out today," Sam had asked.

"Oh.. Sorry, Sammy. But I go to that nice boarding school, remember? We get yelled at for flirting with guys there. We'll hang out the next time I visit, promise!" Melanie had replied with one of those god-awful giggles she used when she was 'sorry.'

What else was there to do? She had run twice in the same day, from the same thing. Love. Damn it to hell. And damn this school project, who cares about education?

Sam ran out of her high school, blonde hair whipping around in the wind. It was cold, she could feel goosebumps rising on her arms. She paused at the curb, looking to see if anyone had followed her. Seeing no one, she slumped, letting a tear fall.

"Stop running, Sam," she heard Freddie's voice say. Freddie's rough, unexpected, deep voice. Darn puberty.

She turned around, seeing Freddie's face. He was slightly out of breath, but he was glowing. Probably the aftereffects of kissing someone as perfect as Carly Shay.

Then she laughed. She laughed a high, slightly deranged laugh. But her face showed no mirth.

"You shouldn't have come looking for me, Benson." She said, her face still stonily cold. "And in response to your idiotic statement, it's what I do. Can't change it, don't wanna. Pucketts run from things that hurt us. I bet this is what Bensons do, hm? Chase after those who run? Because their lives have to be so damn perfect. This is what you're going to do, alright, Fredward?" She continued, saying Freddie's real name with as much hatred as she could manage.

"You're going to walk back into that cursed high school and get what you want. Your dream girl, your A+ on your school project, your perfect life. And what I will do is run. Because there is nothing left for me here anymore. There's also nothing left for me to say to you."

And with an inclination of her head and a rude hand gesture to Freddie and her high school, she turned on her heel - and I think you can guess it - ran.