Chapter7: iCry For the First Time
Sam's POV
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What have I done? I hate myself for hurting Freddie like that. I just got scared, everything was happening so fast… I wish I had forfeited Melanie's stupid dare a month ago, and then I wouldn't be in this mess. I showered and pulled on clean pajamas- a zombie T-shirt and pink shorts. Even though it was past noon and I hadn't eaten since breakfast, I decided to sleep. I was tired and too upset to eat. Definitely bad. I didn't want to risk running into Freddie either. I noticed something in my eyes-making them blurry- and blinked. Something hot and wet ran down my face. As I realized what was happening I knew I must be sick; I was crying. I had never cried before, not even when my dad left. I cried until my eyes hurt and I couldn't cry any more. I wanted to apologize to Freddie so badly but… Pucketts don't admit to being sorry, do they? And Freddie couldn't see me like this, so weak and jumbled up.
"Why do I ruin everything?" I shouted at my ceiling. "Why?" I whispered. "Why am I so afraid of love?"
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Freddie's POV
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I heard Sam yelling from her room and ran over. I felt awful about what I'd said and I didn't want her to get hurt. When I reached her door, I heard something I never expected; Sam was crying. I'd really hurt her. I reached up to knock, but thought better of it. It would be better to talk to her once we went home. I got up, walked to the kitchen, and grabbed a yogurt from the fridge. I put the yogurt, along with a few fatcakes, a spoon, and a water bottle outside Sam's door. I slipped a note under to door and grabbed a yogurt for myself. I trotted back to my room and slammed the door- to make sure Sam knew I wasn't near her door. I felt myself grin when the soft squeak of Sam's door opening pierced the air.
That's better.
I know Sam cried when she got the job at Chili My Bowl and after she almost died, but let's pretend that didn't happen, OK?