The next Monday at school…

Sam was taking her last book she needed out of her locker and right before slamming it, Freddie ran up to her.

"What is it?" she asked, trying to show no emotion. Better to be a pain-free robot, than a hurt crybaby.

"I hope you don't care if I ask, but what was wrong—"

Before he could even finish his sentence, Sam dropped her remaining book and beamed him right in the shoulder.

"Ow! I was just concerned! Sorry."

"Well, you don't need to be concerned. It doesn't concern you…" she couldn't hold it back anymore. A tear began to fall down her cheek.

"Sam…I know when you're lying."

All Sam could do was look down and pick up her book, but Freddie beat her to it. She tried to look away, to hide the tears, but she knew that he'd know she was upset either way, but this way was better. At least if he feared her, he wouldn't ask as often. It was better this way. It was.

"Sam, come here…" he dropped her book, and wrapped her in his arms. All Sam could do was wish that this moment wouldn't go away and just stay in his arms forever…but then the realization hit her. This wasn't out of affection. It was out of pity; pointless, pathetic, non-loving, pity. He'll never love, or even like, her that way he does for Carly.

"Stop it, Benson. Just stop." Sam pushed him away with every strength she had, but it was barely enough to make him fall back an inch. Freddie knew that she was weakened by her sorrow, and before he could say anything to comfort her, she grabbed the book and ran.

"What was that about?" Carly asked Freddie. He turned around and she was walking towards him from the stairs.

"I dunno. Why is she crying so much lately? I don't understand what could've affected her so much."

"Yeah, you would know."

"What?"

"Freddie…I can't tell you. I promised."

"But, you said you would! I don't get it Carly! Sam won't tell; you can't! Am I not trustworthy anymore?!" He began to walk off, but before Freddie could go tell off Sam, Carly screamed:

"It's you!"

Freddie stopped in his tracks and turned around, an almost hopeful look was on his face.

"M…me?"

Carly sighed and walked up to him. "Yes. You did it. She…"

"Likes me?"

Carly said nothing.

"Oh, my God…you have to be kidding me?"

"No. So…you feel the same?"

Freddie sighed and thought for a moment "Well…"