CHAPTER 9: iam ignored
Freddie's POV:
I took a deep breath and dialed her number again. My call went to voicemail, AGAIN. The first time I called and it went to voicemail (3 days ago) I was actually taken by surprise: I thought she actually picked up. Our 'conversation' had gone something like this:
"hello" Sam said, in a surprisingly cheerful tone, considering she'd been anything but cheerful after our trip to the beach and had avoided both Carly and me over the rest of the weekend and then skipped 3 days of school in a row.
"hello, Sam, I need to talk to yo-!"
"hellloooooo" she replied in a sing-song voice.
"hello? Sam, can you hear me?"
"I can't hear yooouuu…" she sung.
"Can you hear me now?" I spoke louder and clearer.
She laughed, "I bet if you're an idiot you probably spoke all loud and clear trying to make me hear you."
"wait, wha-…"
"You've reached the voicemail of Sam Puckett, genius, I can't hear you. If you're one of those pervs from school, you shouldn't have this number! So hang up now before I come over to your house and make it so you can't dial anyone's number ever again. If you're one of my mom's ex's: don't waste your time buddy, she's moved on…find someone else...yadda yadda yadda…If you're that guy from the pizza place, dude, I'm not picking up your call unless you're offering me free pizza…better yet fried chicken…mmm…all I want is fried chicken. (A/N: I'm sorry…I HAD to!) So, NO I will NOT go out with you, now go find some sad, desperate, girl who'll put up with your lame attempts at flirting without wanting to break your thumbs. If you're calling from the Seattle Police Department: I'm sorry, I'm just a sweet, innocent, little girl that got caught up in the wrong crowd…whatever I did, it won't happen again. (this part was said in an extremely innocent tone, that was just so un-Samish that it was obvious she was lying…..well to people who knew her, at least, like me) Anyways, If I'm either not ignoring you on purpose or if you're important enough for mama's time, I'll get back to you….maybe…."
BEEEEEP.
I hung up after sending her message, pleading her to talk to me. If this was a normal situation I would have rolled my eyes and laughed out loud at her abnormally long voicemail; it was just so Sam. I still managed a small smile; I couldn't help it.
By now I had heard the starting of that voicemail about 300 times! If she didn't come to school today, I'd stop calling and just go over to her house. I had a feeling that she was avoiding me because of our 'almost-kiss' on Saturday, but I was still worried about her. What if her mom forgot to leave money for her and took off to Vegas with her new boyfriend? Where would she get her bacon from!? What if she got stuck in the rain and got hypothermia? What if she had pneumonia?! What if she was stuck outside of her house because her mom locked the door to the house and moved to Canada; Sam would probably be sitting in a junkyard watching TV with hobos!
Carly laughed a bit when I told her all this. She said she was worried too but not as worried as I was, because clearly I couldn't think straight since my mind was clouded with worry. ("you're acting like your mother…" she smirked, uncharacteristically. "Don't be vicious!"I snapped) She pointed out that Sam would probably intimidate somebody to buy her food, could pick the lock If she had been locked out of her house, was used to not having her mom around much and that her mom didn't leave without telling her anymore (she left a sticky note now and came back within 2 weeks, wow therapy sure made her into a responsible mom: note the sarcasm) also it hadn't rained at all these past 4 days. She also sadly pointed out that hobos can't afford cable.
….But my worry only increased when Sam didn't come to school that day. Carly was pretty worried too by now. We decided to drop our stuff at Carly's and then go straight to Sam's house.
We walked home from school and were bombarded with Lewbert's screams as we entered the Bushwell Plaza Lobby.
"MYEEEAAHHHH! MORE IRRITABLE TEENAGERS IN MY LOBBY! AHHHH!"
Uggh…stupid Lewbert...being Lewbert…I hate that guy so much, if Sam was here she'd probably scare him into shutting up and then she'd plan a new pran-…Wait...did he say MORE irritable teenagers?
"Who else has been here, Lewbert?!" Carly asked, clearly thinking the same thing as me.
"Myeeeahhh…"
"Did you see anyone else go through here!?" I repeated, angrily.
"That Obnoxious Blonde, came here about 4 hours ago….myeaahh…the brat threw a rock at me…thank God my wart here didn't get hurt! " he began ranting, stroking his wart, lovingly (eww).
Obnoxious Blonde.
Carly and I looked at each other, realization dawning on us.
"Sam!" We both exclaimed at the same time, running at full speed to Carly's apartment. We opened the door and there she was. Sleeping on the couch, her long blonde curls spilling down the side, touching the floor; she looked so innocent and peaceful when she slept, not like she was capable of knocking out a truck driver using only a carton of milk. Her soft snores made me relax and feel at peace; I was overcome with a queer sensation, one that pulled me towards her and made me want to plant a kiss on her forehead, set her head on my lap, and run my fingers through her hair while she slept. Carly's voice brought me back to reality and I stopped right before I was about to bend over her and kiss her.
"SAM!" she exclaimed, waking the blonde beast from hibernation. Sam's eyes shot open, she sat up straight all of a sudden, looked at us in shock, her eyes darting from me, to Carly, to the door and for some reason to the ham.
"Where have you been!?" I shouted, getting angry that she hadn't even bothered to call us and tell us why she was missing school and that she was okay.
She ignored us, grabbed the ham, and shot out the door.
"SAAAAAAAM!" Carly and I shouted running after her.
She was too fast for us. She had already gotten into the elevator and was half way down; even if we waited for the elevator to come back up and then went down, or if we ran down the stairs, she would still already be gone. That's when I made the decision to go talk to her, alone. I would go to her house and DEMAND to know why she was ignoring us…ignoring me, AGAIN. I knew she hadn't told me everything that day when I convinced her to stop trying to be girly when she really didn't want to. I was going to make her spill. I want to be her friend, I want to be so much more than just a friend to her, but if it, for some reason, hurts her to be in the same room as me, I'd back away; I can't see her like this and I can't let her throw away her friendship with Carly and let her hard work at school go to waste (I promised her a subscription to the bacons of the world if she did all her homework and studied for tests with either me or Carly, but I had a feeling she was working hard on her own anyways, this year) just because of me.
I told Carly I wanted to talk to Sam, alone. She nodded and went back to her apartment. I walked to Sam's house, trying to formulate some sort of speech in my head, but all of them sounded too 'nub-ish' for her liking. I took a deep breath and rung the door bell, when I reached the Puckett residence. She didn't open the door, but, I knew she was home, just avoiding me. I took out a bobby pin from my pocket (hey, with 2 girls as your best friends, you end up having these sort of things lying around) and started to pick the lock, a skill I had learned from Sam over the years; it was the first time I was actually going to apply it. It took me a couple of minutes (I'm no Sam! I can't break into someone's house in less than 15 seconds: no matter how much she rubbed off on me, I was still the responsible, dork-ish, nerdy, Freddie). I heard a click and pushed the door open, smiling slightly; Sam would be proud (well, you know, if she didn't currently hate me….).
I made my way to her room and knocked. I heard some shuffling and then silence. I sighed, "Sam, I know you're in there, I'm coming in; we need to talk… and you need to be HONEST." I silently counted to 5 and opened the door.
POW!
I was greeted by a punch to the face, that I'm sure dislocated my jaw. Another one to the stomach. And another one. Ouch. Ouch. OUCH. The feisty blonde was showering me with punches, like back when we were 13.
"Sam…ouch! Sam,stop! OUCH…SA-!"
"LEAVE!" She growled.
"I just…OUCH…want to...OWW…talk!" I replied.
"DON'T YOU UNDERTAND I DON'T WANT TO BE NEAR YOU OR TALK TO YOU!" She punctuated each word with a punch.
That's it. She was going to talk, NOW. I grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her head. She was taken by surprise; I never fought back despite being perfectly capable of defending myself , sure I took part in the slapping game (lightly, obviously) with her or tried to pin her down after she had me pinned to the ground, but never something so bold as stopping her punches.
"Impressive, Benson." She said, actually sounding impressed, reminding me of the time she told me she liked seeing me all feisty "but, no one beats mama at her own game!" she added kicking me and making me drop her hands.
"OUT. NOW!" She shouted
"NO!" I shouted back, "We are going to talk, and you are going to be honest with me."
"Can't you tell when someone is trying to avoid you? take a hint, nub!"
Even though I sort of knew she was doing so, hearing her say it crushed any hope I had left that this was all a misunderstanding. I sighed "I know, but, we're still going to talk about it….then if you want, I'll leave you alone; I don't want you to miss school or ignore Carly because of how much you hate me all of a sudden..."
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(A/N: I KNOW THIS IS A WEIRD PLACE TO END IT, BUT I THINK I'M GONNA MAKE THE NEXT CHAPTER IN SAM'S POV. STILL, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! PLEASE REVIEW! NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST ONE; I'LL POST IT IF YOU GUYS CAN GET MY REVIEWS UP PLEASEEEEE. )
