Thanks for all the reviews!

Chapter 14: Confusion

I didn't react. Or at least I tried not to. I just nodded and left the throne room. I didn't even go to my room or go to say good-bye to Mustardseed. I just left Faerie and went to my secret place in Central Park. I spent the night there, wondering if I could finally travel around the world like I'd always dreamed of doing. But I couldn't just leave Samantha, could I?

The next day I waited by the Hans Christian Anderson statue for Samantha and Di.

Di ran up to me when she saw me and gave me a big hug. "Thank you, Puck!" she said loudly into my ear.

"You're welcome," I answered. "But seriously, Marshmallow, I'm gonna go deaf if you keep yelling in my ear like that."

Di grinned.

"Hey," Samantha said and gave me a small smile.

Images of the night before flashed through my head and I returned the smile.

"Puck, can you give me a piggy-back ride to school again?" Di asked.

"Sure," I answered. "Hop on!"

Di climbed onto my back and began singing loudly into my ear: "I'm a marshmallow!"

I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"C'mon, we're going to be late," Samantha said and began walking ahead of us.

I frowned a little. "Is she like in a bad mood or something?" I whispered to Di.

Di shrugged. "I don't think so."

I followed Samantha. "Hey, Grindall, wait up!" I called out.

"Too fast for you, Goodfellow?" Samantha said back without turning around.

"No, I just don't want you getting out of my sight!" I answered.

Di giggled and Samantha stopped walking and turned around to look at me. "Shut up," she muttered when I caught up to her.

Di reached over and tugged Samantha's hair gently. "Why are you so moody all of a sudden?" she asked her.

Samantha shrugged.

"What did you do?" Di whispered into my ear.

"Nothing!" I answered back.

We walked the rest of the way silently. We dropped Di off at her classroom and headed towards our own.

"I haven't told Di yet," Samantha said quietly. "And I don't think I ever will."

"About what?" I asked.

Samantha blushed. "Yesterday."

"Oh," I said. "Why not?"

Samantha stared at the ground. "I'm sorry, Puck," she finally said. "I was just recovering from thinking I was going to die."

I frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"What I did yesterday," Samantha answered, still staring at the ground.

Suddenly I understood what she was telling me. Samantha didn't like me as anything more than a friend.

"I'm sorry, Puck," Samantha whispered and slowly took my hand.

I stared at our hands. "You're the most confusing girl on the planet," I said. "Do you like me or not?"

"I don't know."

Please review!