So here is the... DUN DUN DUN... first Confessions chapter. The next couple of chapters will all take place in two days and it will pick up where the last chapter left off. So in this chapter, it's a Monday. I hope that wasn't confusing lol. A LOT will happen in the next few chapters. I'm so excited lol.

Thank you all for you amazing reviews. I was so excited for this chapter that I began working on it right away, hence why I updated sooner than I planned lol.

Anyways, enjoy part one of Confessions.

Monday was going too slow for my liking. I wanted the final bell to just ring so that I could get to Seattle High. Sam texted me yesterday saying that she had something important to say to me. I was a nervous mess throughout the day, thinking of what Sam wanted to tell me that it was so important for me to meet her and her school.

I was beginning to think the worse. She was probably going to tell me that she had fun at the club the other day but that she only saw me as friend. Maybe she found a better looking guy at her school and thought it was necessary to tell me that she wanted to be with him so that I don't get my hopes up.

Or maybe she wanted to tell me that her feelings for me as just as strong as my feelings for her are. Maybe she wanted to start a relationship. But who was I kidding? She would never feel that way about me, ever. This would be like Carly all over again. Liking someone for so long only to get my heart broken. But it's different with Sam. When Carly rejected me, I coped with it and I got over it. If Sam were to hurt me, I don't know what I would do. I'd probably go insane because of how much I like her.

"Freddie," Gibby shouted right into my ear. I screamed.

"Gibby, what gives man?"

"You've been spacing out all day. What's wrong?"

We were having lunch in the cafeteria at our usual table. The rest of the AV club hung out with us too but they were too busy on playing games on their laptops. Usually, I would be on my laptop too, showing Gibby the latest video games but my mind was somewhere else.

"Nothing. Just thinking," I said, hoping that he wouldn't ask any more questions.

"About what?" he asked. I grunted and rolled my eyes. I didn't want to tell Gibby, of all people, that I like Sam. Wouldn't that be awkward? Having your best friend like the girl that bullied you for weeks? There was no way.

"Just...nothing."

"Tell me man. I'm curious," he pleaded.

"Fine," I said. "You know that girl that was stealing money from you?"

"Yeah, what about her?" he asked.

"Well...I kind of...like her," I said softly as I lowered my head. I didn't look Gibby directly in the eye. I knew he wouldn't be happy.

"What? Can you please explain?"

I told him everything. I explained to him that I met Sam at the cemetery and that I've been spending a lot of time with her. I told him about how much I started liking her and how she made me feel good. How she made me a happier person. The whole time, I was hoping, praying almost, that he wasn't upset with me for liking the person that bullied him for weeks.

"Wow...and you had no idea that she was the one taking my money?"

"Nope. I was really mad when I found out but she's a good person. She's working at the Groovy Smoothies now instead," I smiled. I really was proud of her for getting that job. It made me feel good about myself, knowing that I had a positive influence on her.

"She is...?"

"Yeah. If you want, I'll introduce you to her," I offered.

"No. No thanks. I'm good," he protested. He must have been really afraid of her because he had a mortified look on his face.

"Come on, Gibby. She said she's sorry for what she did to you."

He sat there for a minute, thinking about whether or not he should meet Sam. I would love for those two to get along. He's my best friend after all.

"Okay fine," he said before the bell rang and we all had to get to our next class.

The final bell finally ran and I rushed out of school. I was walking as fast as my legs could take me and my hands were shaking. I could feel my heart pound hard against my chest as I got closer to Seattle High. I didn't know what to expect.

When I finally reached Seattle High, there was a crowd forming in front of the school. I saw a kid, who looked like a freshman, run over to his friend and whispered something in his ear. They both smiled and ran towards the crowd. I looked around and I couldn't find Sam anywhere. I approached the crowd and I heard another kid in glasses say something to the boy next to him.

"You know that girl Sam?" asked the kid with the glasses.

"You mean Sam Puckett?

"Yeah her," he nodded. "Mindy pushed her on her way out of school and now they are in a fight," he said and they high five'd each other.

Sam was in a fight? I didn't know what to think. The last thing I wanted was for her to get hurt. I was scared. I immediately pushed my way through the crowd until I was in the front. My heart was slowly breaking at what I was witnessing. Some girl, according to everyone cheering, her name was Mindy, pushed Sam against another girl and they both fell to the ground. That girl stood up, grabbed Sam by the hair and pushed her against another girl. Then, all three of them pushed her and surrounded her. Mindy started punching her in the face while the two other girls started kicking her.

"SAM!" I screamed and I tried to stop the fight but ANOTHER girl, a girl much bigger than me, grabbed me and held me back. I tried to get out of her grasp but she was too strong for me. I was forced to just stand there while this girl held me back and watch Sam get beat up by these three girls.

I expected Sam to stand up and fight them but she looked so fragile just laying there, letting them hurt her severely. She always seemed so strong, both physically and emotionally. Not once have I seen her cry. When they were done with her, the crowd went away and the girl that was holding me back finally let go of me.

"That's what you get for messing with me, bitch," said Mindy and kicked her in the stomach. All four girls glared at me before walking away, leaving me and Sam alone in front of her school.

"Oh God Sam," I cried out and I ran towards her. She was laying on her side on the ground, her hair covering her face. I picked her up and placed her head on my lap. I gently pushed her hair out of her face and I wanted to cry. Her bottom lip was busted, her nose was bleeding, and she had a black eye. I looked at her body and I noticed that her shirt was up, revealing her stomach. There were many bruises covering her stomach, some from the fight and some looked like they were fading. She probably got into a fight before but didn't tell me about it.

I picked up, wrapped my arm around her waist and I walked her home. I couldn't stand to see Sam like this. First, I found her passed out yesterday at the cemetery from all of the alcohol she drank and now I had to watch her get punched and kicked against my will. I wanted to know what was going on in her life that she had to go through all of this suffering that she didn't deserve.

We finally reached her house and I walked her upstairs. Her house was a complete mess. There were empty bottles of alcohol everywhere. They were probably her mom's. The entire place smelled like vomit and it looked like it hasn't been cleaned in months. Sam didn't say anything the whole walk to her house but I needed to know what was going on.

When we walked into her room, I laid her down on the bed and I sat next to her. I reached into my backpack and pulled out the first aid kit that my mom made me take to school every day.

"Thank you mom," I whispered to my self. I started cleaning all of the blood from her face until the bleeding stopped. I ran downstairs, grabbed some ice, and placed it on her black eye to stop the swelling. I looked at her and she looked like she was ready to crack.

"How are you feeling, Sam?" I asked in a whispered. She sat up and I saw something I never thought I'd ever see. She started crying. It wasn't a small cry, her face was getting wet from all of the tears there were coming out of her eyes.

"I- I- I hate my life," she cried. "My mom doesn't care about me. No- no one at school likes me. My dad is gone. I want to die!"

"No Sam. Please don't say that," I pleaded and I took her hand, lacing my fingers with hers.

"It's true. My dad is gone. He was the only one that cared about me. Before my dad died,my life was fine. My mom didn't get drunk everyday. She didn't hit me, she didn't kick me. She would babysit and now, she sleeps with men for a living."

"What? You're mom beats you up?" I asked. Then it all came clear to me. It all made sense. When I met her, those weren't cuts because she fell. Those cuts on her arms were because her mom hit her. I let go of her hand and pulled her into a tight hug. I could feel my shirt get wet from all of her tears.

"Yeah... and... and Mindy! She only hates me because we went out with the same guy over a year ago. We got into an argument a while back an- and that's why she beat me up today. And my dad. My dad was a good man. He didn't do anything wrong. Some gangsters were fighting and he tried to stop them. One of them pulled a knife and stabbed him to death right in front of me. God I want to die," she cried harder and louder. I pulled her closer. It was so painful to hear her say those words.

"Don't every say that Sam. You have me," I whispered in her ear. "I'll always be there for you. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'll be right here. I'm not going anywhere."

"You promise?" she sniffled.

"I promise."

I laid her back down on her bed and we stayed silent. There really wasn't much to talk about. I think she was just thankful that I was there with her, helping her get well and promising that I'll always be there for her no matter that. And it's true. I'd do anything for her.

Before I knew it, the sky was dark and I had to get home. I didn't want to worry my mom too much.

"Sam?" I whispered as I nudged her gently. "I have to go."

"No," she whined. I could hear her voice crack and she was ready to cry again. "Don't leave me..."

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to worry my mom but I also didn't want to leave Sam alone. What if her mom came home and started beating her again. I had to be there for her. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Gibby's number.

"Hey Gibby. Can you do me a favor? If my mom calls your house, can you tell her that I'm sleeping over? I have an emergency and I can't stay home tonight... I'll explain it all at school okay? Thanks Gibby."

After I hung up on Gibby, I began to dial my house number.

"Hello mom? Look, me and Gibby have an... uh... important project to work on and we're still not done. I'm gonna sleep over at his house okay? Yes the phone number is on your phone book mom. Yes, I'll be careful and yes they have healthy food. Okay thanks mom."

I hung up on my mom and I turned to look at Sam. She had a small smile on her face. She patted the space next to her and I awkwardly sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Thanks," she whispered.

"You're welcome. So um... I'll just sleep on the floor," I suggested. I could my cheeks getting warmer.

"Just... sleep here," she suggested. Awkwardly, I laid down next to her, her back facing me. After a few seconds, I felt myself getting moer comfortable.

With everything that happened, she never told me what she needed to tell me so badly and I wanted to tell her about how much I like her but I didn't want to add more to her plate. She was going through so much already.

"Goodnight, Sam."

"Goodnight"

Wow that actually turned out better than I expected even though it's one of my shortest chapters. What did you guys think? I bet some of you are a bit upset that Sam didn't tell him that she likes him hey, I said there was going to be a crazy twist and there was. Stupid Mindy decided to get her friends and gang up on Sam. But don't worry. Sam WILL tell Freddie. It could be next chapter or the one after the next. you never know lol.

Part two of the Confessions chapters will have another crazy twist in the end. Don't forget to please review and let me know your thoughts on this chapter. :)