Chapter 10
Sam's POV

A loud piercing scream jolted me awake I came eye to eye with a livid Carly who looked like she was about to pass out or rip my head off.

"Carly?" I grabbed my head that was pounding, I was dizzy and disoriented then I felt the bed shift. Freddie! What in the world was he doing in my bed this time? I knew how this looked, Carly just stood there in shock. "Look I can explain." I started quickly.

"WHAT CAN YOU EXPLAIN? YOU SLEPT WITH MY BOYFRIEND!" Carly went to hit me then intelligently decided against it.

"I'm not your boyfriend!" Freddie chimed as soon as he woke up and decide to add fuel to Carly's fire, she started to cry.

"How could do this to me Sam, how could you? I'm the only one in your life that doesn't believe you're evil. I'm the one that defends you to everybody! Well no more you're truly an evil psycho blonde demon!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. I sighed trying to calm myself before I said something I regretted.

"Are you finished?" I said between clenched teeth.

"With you . . . most definitely." I rolled my eyes and threw my comforter to the foot of the bed. We were fully clothed jeans and all, Carly looked dumbfounded.

"I can't believe you thought I would sleep with Benson," I made sure to look as disgusted as possible.

"Oh," she gave that stupid look that meant she realized she was wrong, "you can imagine how this looked you two were in bed together all close!"

"Like two friends in bed. I mean we've fallen asleep in the same area before." I countered.

"But it's you and it's Freddie . . . I . . . look I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions." Then she turned to Freddie, "I didn't mean to jump to conclusions. I don't want you to think that I'm the jealous type." She laughed nervously.

"You forget that I know you and have dated you . . . I already know that you are the jealous type." Freddie said as he got off the bed. I hadn't even thought to get up but I followed suit.

"I'm trying to get better," She said pulling him away from my bed, "come on I'll make you breakfast."

"Give me one second," Carly's face dropped before leaving us alone. If I knew Carly's at all she'd be around the corner listening to whatever the nub had to say so I tried to walk behind her and he grabbed my arm.

"What gives?" I said pulling away from him.

"You don't have to act so disgusted. I know you like me Sam." I rolled my eyes.

"Why were you in my bed doofus? Have you finally flipped your wig and forgotten that I will end you for such acts?" I smacked his shoulder and then he hit me back. "Ow!" I went to punch him and he grabbed my fist, his reflexes have gotten a lot better.

"You invited me in!" He whispered viciously and I shook my head in disbelief.

"Now you're hearing things there's no way . . .," then I remember something it was slightly groggy but I did remember asking him to stay, and the feel of his hand in mine.

"Earth to Sam?" He said waving his hand in my face. I looked at him and bent his fingers back and he yelped in pain.

"I don't want you. I don't even like you just remember that above anything else you may think you hear."

"You mean whatever else you may say . . ." He narrowed his eyes at me.

"I meant what I said." I whispered. "Now shut up and go eat Carly's breakfast." He stopped me once more.

"Sam, you need to stop trying to help Carly win me back." His voice did the weird funky deep thing.

"Don't tell me what to do." If I stopped, Carly would suspect the same thing Freddie did and our friendship would be over.

"Sam, I'm serious and you know why. If you are trying to convince me you don't want me . . . that's fine I'll believe you but why are you helping Carly waste her time?" He actually had me speechless; he looked so disappointed in me something in the pit of my stomach made me feel sick inside. "Whatever." He walked out of my room and I sat down on the foot of my bed, it was weird I felt like we had broken up and we weren't even together.

Freddie's POV

Weeks had gone by and Sam had been pretty invisible, I never saw her at home or at work. I think she spent most of her time at the library or with Hailey. Anyway, I was forced into doing everything with Carly, and to my surprise it wasn't horrible as long as she wasn't hitting on me. I just worried about Sam and I hated that I felt like I had forced her out of her own apartment. The only time I really knew she was there was at night. I could hear her bed springs creek as she tossed and turned, I couldn't ignore it, every time I couldn't help but sneak into her room and just watch her sleep. When she was awake I hated her but when she slept she was mine, she was real. I'd watch her with her mouth partly open and small trickle of drool ran down her cheek as she snored. "No more macaroni," she murmured as she turned toward me. I made sure never to touch her and I only stayed for five minutes length but I had to admit watching her was better than watching any television show. "Freddie . . .," she whispered snuggled closer to her pillow. That's what I would wait for I wait her to call my name to give me proof that I wasn't crazy and that she wanted me but she was running away from me.

The next morning surprised me. Instead of Sam being gone at sunrise, she sat at the kitchen eating her Choco Puffs.

"What?" She looked up tat me like I was stupid.

"I'm surprise you're still here." I sat beside her I figured that she wouldn't want me so close but she didn't seem to mind.

"I live here," I kind of expected that sort of response.

"Hasn't seemed like it lately," I said picking at the place mat for lack of anything better to do, "where have you been lately."

"Doing stuff hanging out," she shrugged, "what are you my parole officer?" She smirked slightly.

"I was just worried."

"I'm surprised you haven't noticed that I take care of myself pretty well Benson. How's Carly?" She glanced up at me briefly.

"Good haven't you been talking to her?"

"Only in passing . . . I've stopped talking to her about you and it's not because you told me to I just don't want to talk about you, you're a boring conversation topic." She laughed and then slurped her up the rest of her cereal. "See you in class."

"Oh so your coming today?" I hadn't seen her in class since we had kissed in front of everyone.

"I've been there I just come in late," she shrugged, "good thing my professor only counts total absences or else I would have had to drop the class, anyway later." She picked up her book bag and left.

In class I sat toward the back so I could hear when Sam came in. I felt like I was becoming some sort of sick stalker but I blamed her for all this all she had to do was be honest. I was so in tune to looking for Sam I hadn't noticed that Hailey had snuck up beside me.

"Who are you looking for?" She said pulling a script out of her book bag. "I bet it's Sam."

"Yeah you'd probably be right? I need to tell her something." I said being partly honest I really had nothing to say, I just wanted proof that she had been coming to class.

"Riiight, me too." She laughed, "I guess it's lucky I sat here because she normally sits beside me."

"No she doesn't I see you in here all the time but I never see her." I said without thinking.

"So you've been watching me have you," she joked, "come on you do realize how elementary this is you both got it bad why not just get together and get it over with."

"She doesn't want to hurt Carly . . . neither do I." I whispered.

"If Carly's really your friend then she will heal and be fine with it," Hailey sighed, "Sam is going out of her mind trying to lie to herself. I wish you would push her a little harder maybe that would help."

"If I push Sam into something she doesn't want she will kill me!" I finally pulled my laptop out and connected my camera to the top of it.

"We both know that she wants you so she won't kill you, she probably would just injure you severely but you would heal and then be together." She laughed and I looked as if she had lost her marbles she was just as crazy as Sam was.

"I don't deserved to be harmed in anyway by Puckett." As soon as I finished my statement she entered the lecture hall she paused for a moment and looked at us then went and sat in the front of the auditorium. I boiling with rage, she acted like I was hurting her when she was the one holding all of the cards.

"Good morning class!" Only Sam's professor Dr. Lopez came in, "Dr. Arnold is sick today so today I want to take the opportunity to ask you audio visual techy guys to film my girls' improv skits." I heard as everyone took out their camcorders which were a requirement for this class. "I plan to see if Dr. Arnold is game for throwing a little extra credit your way for your efforts." She pulled out a black hat which and shuffled it around looking for her first victim. Sam shot Hailey a glare, I figured that she was pissed that Hailey had sat beside me, I knew what Hailey was doing, she was trying to get Sam to be close to me. After all that happened this weekend I would be surprised if Sam ever really talked to me again. I shifted in my seat and stared at my golden haired friend who now refused to give me one glance. I tried not to focus on her but the content of the performances being given, I stared mindlessly at the girl balling over her pretend brother's invisible casket, I tried to feel her pain but couldn't I decided to pull a close up and play up the redness of her eyes and the way her she made her hands shake.

All of Sam's class had gone except for her. "Very good girls!" Dr. Lopez got on stage and Sam gave Hailey another look. "We do have one more performance but I brought a prop." She ran backstage and with the help of her student aid pulled out a rather large mattress. "Okay Miss Puckett come on down!" She said playfully Sam walked up to the stage as if she led in her shoes. "Are you ready for the scenario?"

"Yeah sure why not?"

Sam's POV

I knew what was coming if there was anything I knew about Dr. Lopez if she liked something she saw she wanted to see it twice to ensure it wasn't a fluke I knew exactly what was going to be asked of me. "Mr. Benson you might want to come up here and hear this too." This was exactly what I needed today to live out my nightmares. I groaned as he made his way up to stage. "Okay so after an awesome party two friends who are heavily under the influence of alcohol confess their feelings and end up in bed together. I want the two of you to engage in the make out scene; there are a couple of ground rules . . . no touching below the belt, and I want the allusion that sex could be the end result from the scene. Are we clear?" I just rolled my eyes.

"Let's just get this over with." I sighed and forced myself to finally looked at Benson who seemed just as put out by the assignment as I was.

"Alrighty and action!" I sighed and pretended to be intoxicated.

"Greaaaat Parteee Man!" I laughed as I fell on the mattress.

"Yeah, pretty awesome if I say so myself. I, I was shocked by all my peeps showing up." He sighed and sat on the mattress which of course hit a nerve within me but I couldn't address it now.

"Yeah you're suga booga was all over you at the thing, grinding in such." I closed my eyes and wobbled my head around.

"Somebodee's jealous . . .," he said laughing as he twirled my hair around his finger.

"Na Uh." I shook my head dramatically back in forth. "You're jealous of me!"

"That makes no sense," he laughed.

"I don't have to make sense," I pulled oh his shirt, "you didn't tell me I have sense." I pouted and tried to be slightly seductive. "I wanna stay here tonight." I said lying on my stomach.

"When don't you stay here?" He said, "You're like a permanent fixture here."

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not your pooh bear but I don't drive drunk so I ain't goin' nowhere."

"What up with all the nicknames for Cindy? I beginning to really think you're jealousy and that you want me for yourself!" He said turning me toward him, "Are you jealous?"

"No . . .well . . . maybe a little." I smirked and whispered like I was delivering a secret.

"What? Are you serious are you feeling me?" He acted as if he is surprised and leaned closer to preparing for what we had to do. I would have thought the doof would be happier about the exchange maybe he was a better actor than I gave him credit for either that our he finally realized how wrong all of this is.

"It's kind of hard not to feel you . . . you're kind of on top of me." I giggled hysterically, like my sister did when she had a little too much. I was supposed to be acting but this was unnerving it was like someone was in my head forcing me to live out my dreams, I mean nightmares. Any scenario would have been better than this one.

"Do you want me to move?" He whispered placing his cheek gently against mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and was honest, like I thought my character would be.

"No." I led his lips to mine and issued in the hell that would come from this. He immediately sighed and positioned more of his weight on top of me. He pried my mouth open with his tongue which was something he shouldn't have done in all of the movies I've seen I never seen a maneuver like that. It cause me to become tense momentarily and the urge the hit him overwhelmed me not because I hated him just because he was too close . . . this felt too . . . good. I feel this and never have it again it was unfair to be teased with such awesomeness.

"More . . ." He groaned as he wrapped his arm around my waist and then moved his mouth from my lips to my neck. I wanted to break character . . . I needed to break character, I could tell the change in my temperament and I could no longer control my breathing. I pulled his face back to mine to kiss him once more and that's when my professor decided to end the insanity.

"Cut, cut, CUT!" My professor sounded like she was in shock. "That was well it was very . . . believable back to your seats please." Freddie looked in my eyes on more time before removing himself from on top of me and heading back in his seat. The pounding of my chest was literally so loud in my ears that I could have sworn they had made them burn. Instead of going to my seat I sat on the other side of Hailey. I was so angry, so turned on, and so confused all I could do was stare out into nothingness.

"You okay?" She nudged Benson and they both glared at me.

"Duh . . . now shut up I'm trying to hear Lopez." My heart hadn't stopped pounding I was trying to act normal but when I needed to be sane and give a solid lying performance all I got was tears. I felt them as the formed and I caught them before they fell. I quickly exited the classroom.

Dr. Mitchell would fix this, these stupid tears that now came one after one. I entered her office and she had three people scheduled but that wasn't gonna work for me not today. I went up to receptionist and was going to force her to let me see her. "I need Dr. Mitchell now!" She studied my face and seemed fearful. She quickly disappeared into Dr. Mitchell's office and came back out.

"She will see you," her current appointment step out and glared at me and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"This is your fault! I'm going crazy and I came to you to help me become more sane! I'm not sure that you even know what you're doing!" I snapped.

"If that's how you really feel than why are you here?" She said calmly.

"Because!" I said not having a real reasoning why she was the first person I thought to talk to. "I can't talk to Carly! My sister's a joke! I don't trust anyone else except . . ." More tears fell.

"Freddie." She finished my sentence and looked up at me over her paper. "Samantha this is deeper than you are willing to admit it is time to be honest. What is keeping you in denial about your feelings? What has you so apprehensive?"

"I will lose everything . . ." I was so distraught I felt sick that had no choice but to be truthful, "I saw Carly and Freddie dancing in high school once . . . the sight literally killed me. Then, after I had kissed Freddie she just had to do it too and then she tried to date him then. He called me on my jealousy a couple of times and I played it off for years I've played it off. I have to if I admit it to him I will lose Carly and then I will eventually lose him to, then who will I have." A silence went through the office I felt naked it was the first time I even admitted my fear of being completely alone and that what my feelings were going to leave me with nothing.

"Samantha, Samantha you may lose them both this way too. You have begun to alienate your friends by lying to them. I'm not talking about the little white lies from the past this is big and could cause your best friend to be hurt and cause the love of your life to walk out of you life forever. During the break you should find a way to separate from them and truly think about what is happening in your life and decide whether the risks are worth the reward . . . if there any rewards at all."

Author's Note:

Okay now we know what Sam's afraid of . . . more drama to come! Yay drama, let me know if you want Sam's sister to make an appearance in the story I've been toying with it and can't decide I can see it working either way. As always please read and review.