This chapters got a bit of seddie friendship and it's a bit more dramatic than the first 2 chapters. Hope you enjoy. :)

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"Fredspud" Sam greeted as she approached his locker. He jumped and spun around, holding his backpack against him as a weapon. When he realised it was just Sam, he relaxed and the fear on his face was replaced with concern.

"What happened Sam? Are you sick?" he asked as he placed his hand on her forehead to take her temperature. She immediately slapped his hand away and he groaned in pain.

"I'm not sick, nub" she replied rolling her eyes.

"Then what-" he was cut off as Sam shushed him and got her phone out her pocket.

"Spencer" she greeted as he answered the phone.

"What's up Sammo"

"Is Carly with you?" she swallowed hard as Freddie listened intently.

"No why? She went to school with you this morning Sam. What do you mean? Where is she?"

Sam felt like she was about to throw up again and the itchy feeling had came back to her eyes.

"Nothing- I mean never mind. Errr. Spencer, can you come pick m-me up" she tried to keep the shakiness out her voice.

"Sam what's wrong? Why-"

"Please" she whispered into the phone pleadingly.

"Alright" she ended the call and lent against Freddie's locker.

"Okay, what's going on?" He asked as he walked closer to her. Sam took a deep breath and she gripped her head in her hands.

"Nothing. I just don't feel well" she lied. It was kind of true. She did feel like she was about to puke.

"No Sam. Why do you keep asking about Carly? Is she sick?" He asked softly as he grabbed her hands and removed them from her head. The bell for second lesson had rang at least 15 minutes ago now.

"No just forget about it Fredweird, it's non of your beeswax" She felt her eyes start to water once again and she turned away from him so he couldn't see her face. But he didn't allow it. He took her by the shoulders and spun her back around.

"Carly's my friend too and I deserve to know if-" he stopped speaking as he noticed that her eyes were holding more liquid then they normally do. She looked as if she was about to cry. "Sam what's wrong? Why are you so upset?"

"I'm not upset. I just- stupid nubs like you are getting on my nerves" she growled as she tried to get out of his grasp. She blinked the water in her eyes away angrily. "Shouldn't you get to class?"

"No. I'm coming home with you. To find out what's going on" he replied smartly. She stamped her foot, annoyed at him.

"Nothings going on. I told you I'm sick" she once again lied. He rolled his eyes and followed her anyway when she walked out into the parking lot. "Get lost nubby" she spat. But he stayed. Soon Spencer's car came into sight and they both hopped in.

"Sam tell me what's going on right now" Spencer demanded as soon as she sat in the front seat of the car. He had never sounded so serious. Sam took a deep breath and was about to explain but she couldn't. Her breath caught in her throat and she panicked. Spencer was going to be so mad at her. He looked at her waiting for her to explain.

"Can we wait till we get back to the apartment" Sam asked quietly. Spencer was caught of guard at how un Sam-like she sounded. He knew something must be seriously wrong.

"Sam, I need you to tell me" he replied calmly as he started the car. She shook her head no. Spencer bit his lip angrily at the girls stubbornness.

Her breathing increased as she started to panic. She held her head in her hands, trying to calm down. A wave of nausea came rushing over her.

"Spencer pull over" she demanded shakily. He looked at her confused but then noticed her pale face. He obeyed her order, pulling over at the side of the road. Sam immediately leant out the side of the car and threw up her breakfast onto the pavement. As soon as she was done she shut the door and threw her head back in her hands, hiding her face from the world.

"Are you sick?" Spencer asked softly as he placed a hand on her back. She shook her head and shrugged his hand off. He understood that when someone was really upset it can result in them being physically sick. It was probably more common with Sam as she tries to keep her emotions bottled up inside of her. He nodded his head and started up the car again. No one spoke for the rest of the car ride.

They arrived at Bushwell Plaza soon enough and entered the Shay's apartment. Sam threw herself onto the couch face first. Spencer looked at Freddie silently asking him what was going on but Freddie just shrugged.

"Sam sit up" Spencer said as he sat down on the couch opposite her. She did as he asked, for once she listened. "Where's Carly?" He asked trying to stay calm. Sam took a sharp breath before replying.

"I don't know"

"What do you mean 'you don't know'. Sam. You walked to school with her this morning. Where is she?" He asked again his voice growing angrier by the second. Sam new she had to explain the story and so she did. She told them everything. Well maybe not everything. She may have have twisted it around a little and said that Carly ran ahead down the unsafe route in fear of being late.

"What time was this?" Spencer asked quickly getting up to stand on his feet.

"About 8:20" Sam replied as she swallowed hard. Spencer nodded his head. It had been an hour.

"Let's go look for her" he said and before letting them respond he left the apartment, leaving Sam and Freddie alone. Freddie couldn't help but notice how unbothered Sam looked by this all. It couldn't be healthy to hide your emotions this much. But it's Sam and that's what she's known for. She's tough.

"Come on Sam, lets go" Freddie said as he started to leave the room.

"Don't tell me what to do Benson" Sam shouted back from behind him but followed anyway. As soon as Freddie turned his back to her, the sad look once again grew upon her face.

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I hope you are enjoying the story so far. I feel like I may have jumped into the story a bit too quick but I didn't want it to be boring. :)