Freddie's POV

In the morning, I dressed in my black-and-red polo with the 58 on the chest, shorts, and sneakers: my normal ensemble. I was done with the bad boy stuff. It was too much pressure and it hurt my best friend. I didn't want to see another leather jacket in my life…ever.

I knocked on Carly's door in hopes I could walk to school with the two girls. Spencer answered, looking gloomy, which was very unusual for someone as animated as him.

"Hey, Spencer." I said, "Carly here?"

"No." he said, "Carly spent the night at Sam's." Whoa, that was really weird. Carly never spent the night at Sam's house; Sam always spent the night at Carly's.

"Why?" I asked.

"She said she didn't want to see you this morning." Spencer said. Ouch. Oh well, I deserved it.

"I'm sorry about what happened." I said, "Everything got so mixed up and-"

"It's okay, Freddie." he said, "I understand. But I don't really need the apology." I knew what he meant; I had to go see Sam. I didn't want to see her, but I couldn't blow her off.

"Okay." I said, walking away, "Thanks."

"Goodbye." his voice said and I heard the door close.

At school I ran to my locker. I hurriedly put my books away and then ran to the girls' lockers. There they were, talking to each other, sad looks on their faces. I took a deep breath and walked up to them.

"Hi." I said, smiling warily. They turned to me and their faces became hard as stone. Carly still looked angry.

"Hello." she said curtly, and then to Sam she whispered, "I'll just go…" Sam nodded. Carly flashed me another angered look and left. Sam shuffled her feet nervously.

"Hi." I said again.

"Hi." she said. There was a painful silence. We averted our eyes from each other.

"Sam, I feel awful." I said suddenly, "I didn't mean to run out like that. I wasn't thinking. I was just…shocked that you kissed me. I never expected that to happen." She didn't look up at me or reply; she just kept staring at her feet.

"Sam, I'm sorry." I said when she didn't respond.

"Sorry isn't always enough." she said, her head popping up, "You hurt me. I get that you didn't do the bad boy stuff for me, but you could've explained that instead of leaving me." Then she started to walk away, her face becoming red.

"Sam." I said, laying a hand on her shoulder to stop her. She reeled around and shoved me. I was so surprised I fell over. I stared up at her and her blue eyes were angry and hurt.

"Leave me be, Freddie." she said in a demanding tone, "Don't talk to me."

"Sam, please." I said, standing up.

"No!" she shouted, "I'm not ready to make nice! I'm still made as-oh, great! You got me quoting Dixie Chicks! Look, Freddie: I want you to go away." She then walked off angrily. Her feet stamped at the ground so loudly I could hear her all the way down the hall.

"Should've listened to me." I heard Gibby say. I turned around to see him staring at the way Sam had gone.

"Yeah, I should've." I said, not wanting to admit it, "I hate myself."

"I know why." Gibby said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're in love with her." he said. I was speechless; Gibby was discussing something like this with me? How could he know? I was so not in love with Sam!

"No, I'm not!" I yelled.

"Come on, Freddie. Why else would you be so upset at her being hurt? You're hurting because she is." Gibby said.

"That's because she's my friend." I said.

"Is it?" he asked. Then he walked off. Gibby could be so strange at times…me in love with Sam…I was only upset because I had hurt my friend…weird Gibby…

But he was right the first time. Could he be right a second time?

I know it's a little weird how Sam quoted Dixie Chicks but their song, Not Ready To Make Nice, is another of my favorites and the line fit so perfectly!