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#9-Sick:

Sam walked into Ridgeway High, a breakfast burrito in her hand. Her mom forgot to make breakfast, as usual, so Sam had to buy her own meal. Sh went to her locker to find Carly there.

"Hey," she greeted. Carly smiled.

"Hi. Did you have fun with Freddie?" Carly asked. She had her science project with Wendy and never had the chance to talk to her.

"Ugh! It was so boring!" Sam groaned. She was lying though. A lot happened that day and for once, she actually enjoyed it.

"What did you do?" Carly asked, hanging her jacket in her locker.

"We just sat there at the computer store ALL DAY! Cuz Fredweird wanted a new cable thing for his computer. He tied me to a dog leash!" Carly rolled her eyes.

"Where is Fredhead?" Sam asked, looking around the hall.

"Oh, he's sick today," Carly replied. Sam froze, a lump in her throat. She thought back of what could've made him sick. He hardly was.

Oh god. Did he eat those bad pickles I gave him, as a joke?!

"What's he sick of?" Sam asked.

"I don't no. Something about an upset stomach," Carly said. Sam shrugged, "And something food poisoning."

Sam's heart winced. She did it. She made her frenemy sick. Sam shuffled her feet and tried casually opening her locker. Carly stared.

"You didn't," Carly gasped coldly. Sam turned to her.

"Did what?"

"Don't be dumb, Sam. You poisoned him. But the question is, what and why?" Carly said, drawing closer to Sam. She held her ground.

"The nub must've eaten a bug," Sam said dryly. Carly said nothing but continued staring.

"Fine! I gave him some bad pickles and he must've gotten sick," Sam admitted. She slammed her locker door.

"Why?" Carly asked.

"As a prank, of course," Sam replied, "He understands."

"Oh yeah. I'm sure he understands why he's vomiting." Sam rolled her eyes and headed towards the doors.

"Where are you going?"

"Well, you're probably going to be telling me to check on Freddie so might as well buy some soup for him," Sam said.

"Good girl."

Sam stood in front of Freddie's door, a cup of hot soup in her and a bag of medicine in the other. She was scared and angry about this. Her feelings were playing with her and she couldn't take it. She was guilty of what she did but why was she? Why should she feel guilty of something that doesn't fit her personality?

She had inner conflict with her feelings. Parts of her wanted to leave. Not bother to care for the nub. He was useless, geeky, and pathetic. Those feelings told her to get over it and throw the soup in his face.

But thinking those thoughts brought the other side of the conflict; guilty. It was how she felt when she yelled at him over Band Hero. Those feelings wanted her to go in there, and take care of Freddie. Be close to him, make her heart flutter and stomach float. She loved and hated that feeling.

But what of Freddie? How did he feel? Did he think of her as a blonde headed demon or maniac? Two halves make a whole, so Freddie would need to be the other half to make it happen. Sam didn't realize she was knocking on his door.

What was she going to do? Freddie was her only guy friend and she wanted to hit him on the face. But that pain of guilt hit her. If she were to take care of him, they'd be even closer. She absolutely loved and despised it.

Freddie answered the door, dressed in his pajamas. Sam froze but her insides were on fire. Freddie raised a brow and slightly smiled.

"Uh, hi Sam?" Freddie said.

"You can come in if you want to. I have some-"

Sam suddenly poured the hot soup on his face. He cried out in pain as it burned his eyes were depressed and betrayed. He said nothing and slammed the door.

Sam's heart was stabbed from so much guilt.


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