FANGIRL SCREEEEEEEEAAAM! iLostMyFREAKINMind. Damn. That's all I got to say.


Chapter Seven

Carly's P.O.V.

I took a deep breath and put a fake smile on my face. "Hey Michelle!"

The bottle blonde turned away from her locker and shrieked. "Carly! What's up, girly?" Well, my two best friends are obviously in love and a fake blonde-haired bimbo is getting in the way. The bimbo being you!

"Oh, nothing really… Just wanted to chat, you know?"

"Really? Okay so, I'm going out with Freddie tonight and I am totally excited! Freddie's such a little cutie! His smile is totally adorable and I bet underneath those dorky little collared shirts he wears is a totally delicious bod-"

Oh-kaay time to cut in. "You know… I totally saw Darren Parker checking you out earlier," I said quickly. I almost laughed when Michelle's face froze in a ridiculous expression.

She recovered and she clutched onto my arm. "Shut the hell up, Carly. Darren Parker? OMG, he is the hottest senior football player at this school. He is gorgeous! I would give anything to get that boy in my panties."

Um, ew. I feigned a shocked face. "Wait! What about Freddie? I thought you were, um, interested in him?"

She flicked a hand in the air. "Don't get me wrong, Carly. Freddie's cute and all… but Darren is" – I had to hold in barf when she moaned "- just super yummy, right?" She let go of my arm and leaned against her locker. She closed her eyes and moaned again, as if she was imagining Darren doing - things - to her. Geez, this girl was such a slutty gank!

I took a step back from her and continued talking. "Uh, right… Hey, I heard he's going to be at the Plaza tonight."

"Yeah, I heard he asked some girl to get dinner with him. She's probably just some random slut he picked up." She did not just talk about my best friend like that. What a bi- "I could totally take him from her. Who could resist me? I'm going to text him right now and tell him to meet me…"

I watched her walk away, texting madly. Oh, yes. Operation Get Sam and Freddie Together is going smoothly.

Sam's P.O.V.

I crossed my arms and tapped my black heel-clad foot impatiently. I picked up my PearPhone and glanced at the time. 7:30. I've been waiting at this damn table, all dressed up in a little red dress and black torture devices, only to start thinking that Parker had stood me up. What a douche.

I looked around the restaurant and saw Freddie sitting at a table a couple tables away. He was wearing a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was fiddling with the black tie around his neck. Damn. He looked kinda hot. Ugh, stop being such a girl!

Speaking of girls… where was Freddie's slut? Huh, probably off screwing some guy in the women's restroom. Well, no better time to try to talk to Freddie than now. I took a deep breath. Here I go. I walked over to Freddie's table and sat in the chair opposite of him.

"How goes it, Freduccini."

He looked up and I was hit by his big brown eyes. "Holy shit… Oh, uh… s-sup Sam." He seemed a bit restless.

I leaned forward and rested my chin on my palm. "So Benson, been stood up?"

He snorted, relaxing a bit and mirroring my position. "Yep. You, Puckett?"

Such nice chocolate-y eyes… "Uh, Sam?"

I shook my head, damnit. So girly. "Ugh, I guess. But whatever, that douche-bag doesn't deserve this," I said, gesturing down to my form fitting dress that hugged my curves.

It was his turn to ogle. I bit back a smile. "Hey, Benson. What did I say this morning. Eyes up."

I laughed when his face turned red. He leaned back onto the chair and rubbed the back of his neck, smiling a bit. "Hey, I can't help it if an attractive girl gestures down to her nice body."

Freddie slapped a hand over his mouth when he realized what he said. I raised my eyebrows. He slowly took his hand off his mouth and grinned with embarrassment. "You're going to break my arm now, aren't you?"

I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. "Nope." There was an awkward silence where we both recalled the last time those exact words were spoken. I chuckled, remembering how that conversation ended.

"Why you laughing, Puckett?"

"Oh, just because…" I started laughing. He joined me and soon our laughs turned into full blown snorts. I closed my eyes and felt my shoulders shaking from my uncontrollable laughter.

When I opened them, I found myself staring straight into Freddie's eyes. I subconsciously started to lean in towards him. He stared coming closer and his eyes began to close slowly. We were nose to nose; I could feel his warm breath across my face. I closed my eyes and…

"Yo Benson! What do you think you're doing to my girl?"