WARNING: This chapter contains a scene that may scare or disturb you.

iDon't Understand This Feeling

Chapter Ten: iRealize Something Important

Neither Sam nor Freddie did anything much on Sunday; they didn't want to have to face the other. Sam slept and ate, and Freddie played with some techie stuff for . But, too soon, Monday came, the day they'd both been dreading.

Sam fought to go to school, as usual, but she had a different reason today. Carly knew that—really, she was just trying to get her to see Freddie again so they'd (hopefully) make up and she and Wendy could celebrate…along with the whole school that was in on the plan. In the end, somehow Sam ended up going, even though she'd never be quite sure how it happened.

At school, other than a quick hi in the morning she and Freddie completely ignored the other's existence. For last period Miss North, a history teacher (also in on the plan), paired them up for an assignment due in two weeks. Secretly, she had created it specifically for that purpose.

While in history, Sam made a point of ignoring Freddie. He was trying to talk to her just for the assignment, but she turned her back and even read a book so she wouldn't have to speak. "Sam, will you please just try to work with me here? You don't have to talk, but will you listen to me and do what you're supposed to for once?" She was listening, to every word he said, but she couldn't care less about any of it. So, instead of turning around and insulting him or something equally mean, she just sat and did nothing all period.

After class, both rushed out the door. Freddie ran into Gibby in the hallway, who stopped him. "What's up? You seem mad," Gibby said.

"It's Sam. We have to do this whole assignment on the Civil War that's due in two weeks, but she's mad at me and won't do anything!"

"Why's she mad at you?"
Freddie gave him a brief explanation of the weekend's events, ending with, "I apologized, but she doesn't give a chizz!"

Gibby shrugged. "Sam's not the kind of person who forgives easily. Try something else," he offered. Then he walked away. Freddie stared after him, wondering how a kid like Gibby could come up with something like that.

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Meanwhile Sam had a similar encounter running into Kathy.

"Is something wrong, Sam?" she asked.

Sam was seething, fists curled, teeth clenched. "No. Why would you think that?" she growled.

Kathy backed off a little, holding up her hands in surrender. "Are you sure?"

Sam sighed and deflated. "No." Kathy looked at her, expecting more, and she decided to trust her for once.

"I'm mad at Freddie." Unlike his quick summary to Gibby, Sam's was long and detailed. "He tried to apologize, but I don't think he meant it. He's just afraid to have me angry." She was back to seething now.

"Give him a chance. He might actually be sorry," Kathy said, walking off the way Gibby had.

Sam stood for a minute, considering the other girl's words. Then she brushed them off, because she was never one to listen to other people's advice—and besides, Freddie hated her, she was sure of it.

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Freddie lay in bed, but felt like something was there, staring at him. He woke with a jolt and gave a small scream when he saw Sam standing above his bed. Once he got over her actually being there, he studied her face to see that instead of being angry, like he'd expected, her face was expressionless.

"S-Sam? What are you doing here?" he asked her, trying to stay calm while getting up.

"It's all your fault," she said.

"What is?"

"Everything!" she spat. "The reason I'm like this, why I'm mad, why I'm hurt, that you said those things after the party, everything!" She shoved him onto the bed, then walked over to the window he now realized was open. She looked back at him. "So is this."

Before he could react, she jumped out the window. He leapt up to try and save her, but he was too late. There was no way she'd survive, not from a eight-floor jump. "Sam!" he yelled. "No!"

"Bye, Freddie!" she called. She was about to hit the ground, and he tore himself away from the window, unable to watch, and as fast as he could he dialed the front desk's number, getting the night guard.

"Sam jumped out the window! We have to help her!" he said frantically, already rushing down the stairs, not caring that he was in pajamas, barefoot, and shirtless.

They didn't get to her in time, and Freddie couldn't stand the sight of her broken, bleeding body that caused him to break down into tears. And then he said what he hadn't said the other night when he apologized, what he hadn't been sure about then but he was now.

"Sam, I love you," he whispered.

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Freddie was jarred awake, shaken from the nightmare. "It was just a dream. It was just a dream," he breathed. "It wasn't real." It took him a while to regain his senses, but when he did he knew one thing: "I have to make her believe me. Tomorrow."

Oh wow, this was a lot faster than I expected. I got stuck after the fourth paragraph, but twenty minutes ago all of a sudden that popped into my brain. And it makes absolutely no sense at all that I'm listening to Big Time Rush while I write it. lol

Sorry if Freddie's nightmare disturbed anyone, but it needed to be done. It is kinda creepy though.

Oh—and Kathy, if you don't know, is from iHave a Lovesick Teacher. I forget what she did—didn't she tell them that Ms. Ackerman and her boyfriend broke up?—but she was played by Ashley Argota from True Jackson.

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