Ripping and Crushing on Guys-Part 7

They were standing on opposite ends of the corridor. Sam was by her locker, searching for a text book and Freddie had just walked in. Once she had what she needed, with a sigh, she slammed the locker door and headed off in the direction of the classroom. Freddie saw that she had gone and proceeded to open his locker and take out his books. There was one right at the back.

"Freddie, we need to talk," said Carly, startling him so much, he banged his head on the top of the locker.

"Ouch. Carls, what is it?" he asks his friend, rubbing the top of his head.

"It's about Sam…" starts the brunette girl.

"Carly, forget it… I'm not talking to her and she's certainly never talking to me again."

He slams the door and heads off in the same direction Sam had gone. They had the same class. Meanwhile, Carly sighed and trailed after him, thinking of a new plan to get them back together. There had to be some way… right? There just had to be… and she had just found it.

Sam was seated at her usual desk and when Freddie walked by, she had to resist the urge to stick her foot out and trip him up. It was harder than they thought it would be. Both of them knew this, yet, they both were so darn stubborn, they refused to budge out of this "break up".

"Hey Sam and Freddie," greets Carly, with a smile. "How are you today?"

"Hi Carls," replied Sam, glancing at her best friend and then at Freddie, who already had his nose in a book.

"Freddie?"

"Huh? Oh, hey Carly."

"Is there something you want to say?"

"Umm… how are you doing?"

"Forget it," sighs Carly, slowly. "Sam… would you like to…"

"No, Carly." Sam interrupts her friend.

"But I thought that…"

"No Carly."

"Oh come on!"

"Forget it Shay."

"Fine. Hey, can you pass something to Gibby for me? Don't read it, okay?"

Now this was all part of her conniving plan, and hopefully it didn't backfire. Of course, when Carly said to Sam to 'not look at it', she expected her to actually read it. A little reverse psychology, if you like. Fortunately, the blonde girl did open up the note and found something interesting.

Read Carefully First…

Perfect lovely amazing numbers Same eating destination doing inside everywhere All heroes eat at dinnertime Better eats Penguins reading every pamphlet and required ever done!

-Carly J

"Whatever," she says, and tosses the folded paper back to Gibby who was sitting at the desk behind her.

"Thanks Sam," he says, picking it up.

"It's from Carly."

"Thanks Carly."

"No problem," she smiles at the boy.

"I don't get it…"

Carly slaps her forehead with her hand. "Gibby…" she hints through her teeth and points her head side to side, indicting both Sam and Freddie.

"I get it now!" Gibby announces.

"That you're a dork?" Sam replies, snickering, but seeing the disapproving look from her best friend, she stops suddenly.

After class they headed back to their lockers, again, Sam wasn't speaking to Freddie and Freddie wasn't speaking to Sam. That, thought Carly, was going to change within the next couple of hours.

But could she change it? Or was their pact irreversible?