(Carly's POV)
During my few minutes of resting, Sam came down from the stairs, then wondering, "What's up with Griffin? Why does he look all dizzy?"
"I don't know, okay? He went over to Freddie's loft all drunk, then he hit Freddie with a glass bottle!" I explained.
"Really? Great!" I heard her sarcasm.
"No, I'm serious! Freddie is bleeding like crazy, and you don't care?"
"I kind of care..."
"Well, it has something to do with Freddie, but I don't know why he did that..."
"Carly, I think you shouldn't hang out with Freddie anymore..."
"What? Sam, you can't force me to stop!"
"Well, It's for the best. So, Griffin won't kill people in rage."
I walked up to my room, not really caring about anything. Even if it's only the afternoon.
Hours pass as it gets darker and darker outside...
I skipped lunch and possibly dinner....
I really need to see Freddie again to see if he's feeling any better...
I got up from my bed and sneaked out of my loft.
I knocked quietly on Freddie's door, and his mom answered.
"Carly, why are you visiting? Freddie doesn't really like to see anyone at night," she said.
"Well, I just wanted to know what happened to Freddie. I mean, I saw the bottle he got hit with and it had blood all of it..." I explained.
"Freddie doesn't even have a scar. Maybe that blood was from your friend. Just, don't worry about Freddie so much."
"But please, can I still see Freddie?"
"No, he doesn't want to see you."
"Well.....Okay...Sorry for all the trouble." I sighed, then headed out the door.
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(Freddie's POV)
I was in the bathroom, looking at the simple scar on my shoulder. It was going away fast, so I just kept washing it with water.
A few minutes later, the cut was gone.
I cleaned the sink since there was drops of blood. I washed my hands, then I see Marissa through the mirror.
"Well, she's gone," Marissa said. "Why are you trying to avoid her? Now she thinks you're mad at her. She seems every concerned."
"That's the problem. A human is concerned about me and they're never going to stop asking. You saw how my shoulder got slashed. I'm sure that they're going to find an explanation why this happened. This is a delicate situation right now," I explained.
"But, what if you go to her loft? What would you tell her?"
"Uh......" I tried to think of some solution, "Then, I should probably not go there for a while. It all because of her my life's confusing. Please, I don't want anyone to find out about my being."
I walked into the bedroom and prepared for sleep..
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(Carly's POV)
The next day.....
It is morning...........
I got up and did all the morning stuff and got dressed.
Though, I feel worried about Granddad ever since he claimed that Freddie looked like James, the teenaher who "killed" his mom.
"Granddad? Granddad?" I said. I looked around, but Granddad was to be seen nowhere. "Oh, hey, Spence. Where's Granddad?"
"Oh, him? He went back to Yakima."
"Really? Why didn't he tell me?"
"Well, he left this morning. But, I was very shocked with his decision. He said that he's going to stay at his grandmother's house. He said that he was looking for something."
"What did he want to find?"
"I don't know, he didn't tell me!"
Hm, I wonder what why Granddad left early...
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(Sam's POV)
"You were drunk last night," I said to Griffin.
Griffin was sitting on a chair, still looking a little dizzy. "And Carly was the one to get you here," I added.
I walked around, then sat on the couch sidebar-thing.
"What happened?" I asked.
"We fought, that's why I got drunk."
"Why did you go to Freddie's place? Why did you hurt Freddie?"
"I don't know, okay? I'm drunk, remember? I don't know why I'm doing such things."
"You know, you should be thankful that Freddie didn't do anything to you and that Carly was the one that brought you back here. Anyway, from now on, you're not allowed to be here. It's for the best."
"What? Why would you do that?"
"Why not? I mean, do you like to see her every day?"
"What are you saying?"
"Griffin, it's too obvious. That's why you went over to Freddie's and hurted him," I looked at him while he was shaking his head no. "It's for Carly."
"Don't be like that, okay? I don't have feelings for Carly."
"I just feel like you and Carly shouldn't see each other anymore. Also, even if you admit it or not, you still have feelings for her.
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(Freddie's POV)
The phone rang for who knows how many times now.
"Is it Carly again?" Marissa asks as I walk out of my room, ready to take on the day.
"Yeah," I looked at my phone. "She'll never leave me alone."
"Then, why don't you see her and say that you don't want to see her directly?" she suggested.
"No, that will only make things worse and more confusing. Anyways, take care." I walked over to the door and opened it.
Within that second, I saw Carly.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Your bruise is gone?" Carly looked over at my shoulder.
"Uh.....Wait! What are you doing here?" I asked again.
"I waited for you to come out."
"Why don't you just leave already before your crazy friend finds me and attacks me again," I suggested.
"He's not really a friend. Look, I'm just here to say sorry.