A/N: Another update! Yay!
LOL. I really tried my best in writing this chapter because the previous one got low number of reviews. I suck.
I really had fun writing Chapter 6. Well, enjoy!
Chapter 6: O-V-E-R
Still September 13, 12: 31 PM
Ridgeway High
I don't know what to say. I want to say yes because…I don't know. But a part of me tells me to refuse the offer. I mean, he's the person I hate the most! What kind of girl goes out with a boy she does not like?
Freddie fixes his shirt as he waits for my answer. He shoves off some dirt from the leaves of the trees on his shoulders. I bite my lower lip. What should I do?
If Melanie were only here.
"If Melanie were only here."
"What did you say?" Freddie asks.
I shake my head. "Nothing! Uh, hold on for a second." I walk a few steps away from him and stand on a place where he could not hear me. I bring my cellphone out. Keypad unlock.
I press my phone to my ears. She answers her phone. "Melanie?"
But instead of Melanie's voice, it is another familiar voice of a woman which answers me. "The number you're calling is not accessible at the moment. Please try your call later."
Dang it. Now, what do I do?
I turn around and get to the spot I was a while ago.
"So, will you go out with me or not?" He asks patiently.
"Uhm," I am really unsure what to do. Should I accept or reject his offer? If only my best friend were here.
That reminds me. I don't have a best friend.
"C-can I call you later? I need to think things out." I reply fast.
Freddie doesn't look surprised. "I figured out you'd say that." He puts his hands on his pockets. "I'll just wait for your call later." He looks away shyly. "Thanks, by the way." He nods. "See you later, Cyril."
Freddie leaves the place for the school building. I watch him as he walks towards the front doors. His shoulders have become broader now. He changed. Physically, I mean.
I gotta admit. I was really surprised back there. That was too unexpected for him to say. I mean, as I can remember, he's not that "brave" enough to ask a girl out. He doesn't even know me that long. He doesn't even know Cyril that long.
But of course he can. He has changed. Four years have passed, Sam. Four years. Four years are enough to make a person change.
And he does that to Carly before, right? Asking her out. He has a crush on her.
I am so confused right now.
Later that night, September 13, 9:22 PM
Sam and Melanie's bedroom
"HE ASKED YOU OUT AND YOU SAID NO?" Melanie exclaims while making the WTF face.
"I didn't say no! I told him I was going to call him tonight to give him my answer." I explain. Melanie is giving me a mental slap at the moment. Unfortunately, there is no way to dodge it.
Melanie rolls her eyes. She walks across the room and gets my cellphone on the study table. Once it is in her hands, I immediately knew what she is going to do.
"DON'T!" I reach out to grab my phone but Melanie raises it up in the air and sticks her tongue out.
And then the screen lights up and says CALLING Freddie Benson.
"Gimme it!" I say as I successfully snatch the phone from her hands. She purposefully let it slip.
I was about to disconnect the call when Freddie's voice came out from the thing. "Hello?"
My jaw drops. My eyes turn into slits and eye Melanie darkly, giving her the I-Am-Gonna-Make-You-Pay look. She flashes me a sly smile and chuckles, sending me a Go-Ahead-I-Don't-Care look in return and making a creepy face.
"Uh, hello?"
The phone is on loudspeaker mode. Melanie moves a tad closer beside me with a creepier face.
"Cyril, is that you?"
I smack my lips together and Melanie laughs. She covers her mouth trying to stop herself from laughing.
"Shhh!" I hiss. "Uhm, Freddie, uh…"
"Is this about the date?"
I just can't do this. "Not really."
Melanie's eyes widen. She mouths a "WHAT?"
"I mean, uh, kind of. Yes." I suck at this.
"Oh. So, what's your decision?"
What is my decision? I don't know actually! Melanie would be able to help me with this.
No. She's just going to make me say yes to Freddie.
What now? I wanna say yes, but I wanna say no too! This is a 50-50!
Sigh. Do I really want to be on a date with him?
Yes, or no?
"Ehem," I clear my throat.
I guess I have to say it now.
"I'm sorry, but I can't."
In the corner of my eye I can see Melanie screaming at me, on mute. She does not like what's happening.
"Oh." There is an awkward, long pause before Freddie speaks again. "That's okay. Uh, See you at school on Monday."
And he hangs up.
"WHAT DID YOU DO? ARE YOU AWARE THAT YOU ARE ACTUALLY WASTING A CHANCE? AN OPPORTUNITY TO BE HAPPY? THIS COULD BE THE ANSWER TO ALL OF YOUR PROBLEMS! YOU, SAMANTHA JOY PUCKETT, IS THROWING AWAY A TICKET YOUR OWN HAPPINESS! I'M TELLING YOU THIS JUST SO YOU KNOW!"
And then there was silence.
"What happiness are you talking about? "
"I know you love him!" Melanie says.
"What? What is wrong with-an you stop that?" I say in an irritated voice.
"No, I won't." Melanie shakes her head. "Because I know you do love him. You're just too afraid to admit it's true."
Those words are supposed to go right through me. Instead, they are heard by my ears and absorbed by my mind. I can't say they're never true. Freddie has always had this special place in my heart. And so is Carly. But the fact that Carly betrayed me is the reason why I chose to leave the city four years ago has never been erased from my memory. Freddie was never there for me that day.
He was the closest person I could go to for , he wasn't there.
This is why I can't say yes to him. I knew the answer all along.I am afraid that he'll leave me alone like he did four years ago. I am afraid to trust him once more.
And Carly—she meant it. She meant those words she told me that day. She didn't know how afflicting those words seared across my chest...those eyes snatching away what was left.
"Well?" Melanie says, her head tilting to the right.
I look at her again and see her smile. "See? You love Freddie Benson!"
I sigh. "No, that's not it. I don't lo—can we just not talk about this?"
Melanie takes my hand and squeezes it. "Okay, I'm not forcing you to tell me what you really feel. But Sam, it's really important to be honest with yourself…or else you wouldn't be able to know what's real or what's not."
I nod. "Okay."
There is a soft popping sound coming from the laptop. Melanie and I go closer to it. There is a blinking message on the screen.
DrawFreeNBonds sent you a message.
I try to act casual but in the inside, I am excited as hell. If I could just jump up and down now in my bed. I move the mouse and click open.
DrawFreeNBonds: sup?
I compose a reply saying;
BconHam_Madness0417: Good.
"DrawFreeNBonds could be Freddie."
I quickly turn to Melanie. "No, he can't be!"
"I'm just saying." She pauses. "And you know what, your username is a little Sam-ish. If that's Freddie you are talking to, he'd be able to find out who you really are sooner or later."
GULP. She's right.
Melanie yawns. "I have to sleep now." She goes over the bed and lies down. "Don't forget to turn the lights off."
I sit down on the computer chair and wait for DrawFreeNBonds to reply. What if DrawFreeNBonds really is Freddie?
DrawFreeNBonds: So how was school today?
BconHam_Madness0417: Uhm, fine I guess.
Wait a minute. If you unscramble DrawFreeNBonds you'll get…
Fredward Benson.
Holy Cow.
I type in very fast and hit send.
BconHam_Madness0417: Freddie?
It takes him a while before responding.
I'm right. Melanie's right.
DrawFreeNBonds: Freddie? As in Freddie Benson? What about him?
He's still trying to act innocent. Hmmmm….
BconHam_Madness0417: I'm asking if you are Freddie Benson.
I hope he answers me honestly now.
DrawFreeNBonds: No, I'm not. What makes you think that I am that nerd?
He calls himself a nerd. Ha! That won't work Benson. Mama 's not that gullible. I'm not like you. You can't even tell that I am actually Sam!
BconHam_Madness0417: Because you just sound like him. And when I unscrambled your username, it revealed the name Freddie Benson. So what now, dork?
DrawFreeNBonds: Very well then. I commend you for your great deductive skills.
Ha! He finally admits it.
BconHam_Madness0417: tnx but tht wont work on me freduccini
And I sign out. I leave the room without turning the lights off.
"Where are you going?" Mel asks.
I don't respond. DrawFreeNBonds is Freddie. It's got to be him.
Knock, knock.
Freddie opens the door. He rubs his eyes. "Yes?"
I throw him ice daggers. He finally realizes something.
"Cyril?" His eyes widen. "What are you doing here?"
"I think you know why. Stop acting, Benson. What do you want?"
"What?" He scratches his hair, annoyed. "Look, if my mother sees you here—"
We hear a familiar sound. A whistle. I turn to Freddie and the next thing I know, I am inside his apartment. He continues to drag me to a room and closes the door silently. He puts a finger on his lips and turns the lights off.
"What are you doing?" I hiss.
"Be quiet!"
I can't see anything. We hear footsteps growing louder. Freddie acts on impulse. He stuffs me inside a closet and closes it temporarily. "Stay here and don't make a sound."
What am I doing here? I shouldn't have gone to his place.
I hear the door creak open and close again. I hold my breath for a second.
"You can now come out."
I get out of his closet and fix my shirt. "So why did you—"
He cuts me off. "You've got some explaining to do. Why is Cyril Clearwater in front of my apartment in the dead of the night? Now, I know." He pauses. "You live next door with the Pucketts. "
Dang it.
"Yeah," I nod. "Please turn on the lights."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because, if my mom finds out I have a girl in my room—"
"I get it." I roll my eyes. "Just admit your DrawFreeNBonds!"
"Draw what?" His voice gets a little louder. There is a knock on the door.
"Freddie? Are you awake?" Mrs. Benson asks from the other side.
"I uh, I just forgot to…to set my alarm." He lies.
"Okay. Goodnight, my baby boy." Mrs. Benson says sweetly.
I try not to laugh.
But I fail.
I laugh so hard now. "What kind of mother calls her eighteen-year-old son 'my baby boy?'
"My mom. Now keep quiet or else she'll come back!" He hisses at me. "And sorry, I'm not what you call that Drawing dude. So can you now let me sleep in peace?"
"No."
"Fine. I'm just going to expose your dirty little secret."
There is something suspicious in that statement. "My secret?"
"Your dirty, little secret, Sam Puckett."
I freeze.
"Wait, how did you—"
"I have my way of finding out things." He zips open his bag. "I have your diary."
OHMYGOODNESS.
O-V-E-R. That's what my life is.
A/N: Dun, dun, dun, DUUUUUN! Uh-oh. Freddie knows Sam's secret? Since when? LOL. I feel like I'm narrating an episode of Gossip Girl. :D
What do you guys think? What should Sam do? And hmmmm, do you really think Freddie's telling the truth about his not being DrawFreeNBonds or not? I hope you like this chapter!
And oh! Have you seen Miranda's pumpkin? She carved it for Halloween. It weighs 40 lbs! Got that information from CleverTV. :D Seriously, the hosts never sleep. They're STALKERS.
I saw a photo of her carrying the pumpkin while standing. It's really good to know that she's recovering from the tour bus accident a few months ago. And I feel sorry about the driver who saved Miranda and her family's lives.
See you next time! Bye!
P.S. I'm a fan of Christina Grimmie. Who else here is a fan of hers?
