The next day, in the afternoon.
Sam has a fleeting thought. What is the point of telling someone that you're in love with them?
It passes as quickly as it came.
Sam is with Freddie for some reason and Freddie is laying back on his bed. The ceiling is rather an interesting feature of his room.
"Are we gonna do anything, or not?"
"Ha. Ha. Dork."
Sam lolls back on the swivel chair, her favorite pastime. Freddie's hands rest behind his head.
"Since when do you hang out in my room?"
"Since when do you even care?"
"Uh, cause it's my room, and you hate me!"
Hate is a rather strong word, Freddie. We prefer... 'dislike' or 'loathe'.
No denial nor approval.
Sam clicks her tongue.
"Stop that."
"Why?"
"Because it annoys me."
Sam clicks her tongue again, a couple of times. Freddie groans and sits up, staring at the girl.
"Quit it!"
"Get over yourself, Fredward."
"Then get out of my room!"
"No!"
"What?"
Silence.
Their breaths were short and staggered from the arguing.
"So, why are you here exactly?"
"I know it irritates you to no end."
"Oh really? Well I know what irritates you to no end..."
Tread carefully, Benson. You are about to enter dangerous territory here.
Sam twirls a strand of her golden curls through her fingers. This could be an interesting conversation. She looks at him innocently.
"Well go on then. Enlighten me."
A big word. It just means 'impress me, and fricken try your damned hardest'.
"Melanie."
The earth just exploded.
Sam laughs, loudly. Freddie cannot help but smile at the girl's laughing.
"Melanie doesn't irritate me."
Denial.
She has perfect hair, teeth, skin, flawless manners and poise. All the guys (and girls) are constantly chasing her down. The girl is under her skin.
"Oh, that's a load of crap, Sam."
Hear Mrs Benson's screaming now. Her little Freddie just said a naughty word.
It caught Sam's attention.
"I see the way you push her away the moment she hugs you, I also can feel the hatred searing off you as soon as she enters a room and when she kissed me, right where you could see..."
Uh oh.
"... you were..."
Sam leaps over, onto the bed and lifts her fist above his head. Freddie covers his face and whimpers.
"I was NOT jealous!"
"I was going to say 'sad'."
Surprise. Shock. Dismay. Unbelievable.
"I wasn't sad either!"
Calm down, blondie. Freddie was just kidding. Hopefully.
The boy pushes the girl off his gently, who jumps directly onto his legs and pushes him back down on the bed.
"Sam!"
"Say that I wasn't sad! Say that I wasn't jealous or sad! If you don't, you'll never walk again."
Threatening face, raised fists of fury, her breath all hot and firey, much like a dragon. Freddie stared directly into her eyes and gulped down a bit of courage.
"If I say that, then I'd be lying."
Touche.
Silence stretches out, while Sam has Freddie pinned down beneath her.
"I. Was not. Jealous."
Sam's eyes glinted red, or so Freddie could have sworn right at that moment.
"Okay! You weren't jealous! Can you please get off me now?"
Freddie sighs of relief once the blonde girl releases her strong grip on his arms. He watches as Sam picks up her bag, and walks out of his room, silently.
Jealousy is an ugly thing... and it can make you do terrible things to those you love, or the ones who love you.