Freddie's POV
What just happened? Did we just break up? Did she just run away from me and swear that she never wants to see me again?
"It's okay, Fredward," Valerie came from behind me and placed her hand on my shoulder. "It's going to be fine. She just wants some time to cool down, and then she'll come running back to you again."
"It's not that simple, Valerie," I said. "She thinks that I was going to dump her."
"I understand," she replied. "I saw and heard everything. But it's weird though..."
I turned around and raised an eyebrow. "What's weird?"
"That she wouldn't trust you," she said. "If she really loved you, she would trust you."
I looked at the running figure in the distance. "Should I go after her?"
"Let her be," she said. "We've got more important things in our hands."
Sam's POV
His name was Jake. He was nice, funny and good-looking. And he's staring right into my eyes right now.
"You have beautiful eyes, Sam," she says, sipping at his smoothie.
"Thanks," I blushed a little. "And erm... You have a beautiful voice."
"You really think so?" he smiled. "I have been practising. It's really difficult to sing the high notes, but the work really pays off when I get to hear something like that from a beautiful girl like you."
Why is he complimenting me? I'm supposed to be aggressive, vicious, crazy. Why is he complimenting me?
"Thanks for helping my grandmother just now," he smiled.
"Your grandmother?" I was confused.
"The cleaning services," he explained. "You did quite a good job back there."
I realized what he was saying. "Oh, so you live with your grandmother?"
"No," he replied. "I was just going there for a vist. She told me about you and how great a help you were. I guess I followed you here."
"You did?" I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
"Don't worry," he smiled again. "I'm not a stalker. I have a job."
I laughed. "You're really funny."
"Thanks," he replied. "You're gorgeous."
"You really know how to make a girl blush," I stated.
"Yeah, I guess I do," he smiled.
Freddie's POV
I can't believe we're breaking up. Me and Sam? Breaking up? That just didn't equate.
"Hi Melanie, is Sam at home?" I asked.
"No," she replied shutting the door in my face.
"Come on, Melanie," I begged. "I really need to see her."
She kept quiet.
"I know she's in there. I just want to talk to her about what happened."
"She's really not here," Melanie stated, opening the door. "She went out early in the morning."
"Can I come in to wait for her?" I asked, eyes filled with sincerity. "Please?"
She sighed. "I can't, Sam's gonna kill me if she finds out I let you in."
"I won't tell her," I placed my hands in the air. "If she asks, just tell her that I broke into your house."
"A prince? Breaking into our house?" she laughed. "That's a sight to see."
"Just let me in, will ya?" I begged. "Please...?"
She softened. "Oh, alright..."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I took a seat at their couch. "So, where did Sam go?"
"I'm not sure," she replied. "I heard she was going out with some guy named Jake."
"Jake? Why? How?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. But she was really excited about it though."
"What?"
"She couldn't sleep last night, so she came into my bedroom and told me about how you guys broke up and all that. She swore that if she ever see you again, she would break your bones and make sure you turn into a pile of princely goo," Melanie described with much exaggeration. "You have no idea how much she hated you."
"I know," I sighed. "What else did she say about me?"
She thought about it. "She said that she was very disappointed with you."
"Disappointed? How?" I was confused. "I didn't even do anything. She was the one who initiated the break up. I didn't even agree to it."
"Did you know what she wanted to tell you yesterday?" she took a sip at her tea as I shook my head. "Actually, she wanted to let you know about her accomplishments that day. She wanted you to be the first to know about what she achieved. But you..."
"Oh god..." I exclaimed. "I didn't know..."
She sighed. "I don't think she can accept your apology that easily after that. She was really heartbroken you kn-"
"Hey Melanie! I'm back! I brought a frie-" Sam came barging into the house. "Why is he here?"
"Um... I..." I stuttered. "I came to apologize."
"Apologize?" she snickered. "Well, you're one day too late."
I looked at the boy behind her. Clearly, he was older by a few years, but still, his presence bugged me. "Who's that?"
"Oh, hi, I'm Jake," he introduced himself. "We're just-"
"We're dating," Sam hooked her arm around the new guy, interrupting his introduction.
I frowned. "Since when?"
"Yesterday," she stated.
My blood was boiling by then. How could she date someone else immediately after we break up? It's just, unfair and unreasonable.
"Sam, we need to talk," Melanie dragged her by the shoulder into the kitchen while my glaring game with Jake started.
"So... you're her new toy, eh?" I asked. "Not bad for a china doll."
"And you're not bad for a nutcracker," he rebutted. "I heard you're a prince. What brings you here to this measly apartment?"
My eyebrows dug deeper into my skin. "Firstly, it's none of your business where I go. Secondly, Sam's my girlfriend. Lay off!"
He chuckled. "Last time I heard her talk about you, she said you were just yesterday's news. And I am the one in the headlines. You should be the one keeping your hands to yourself."
I punched him in the face. There, right in his nose.
"What was that for?" he held on to his bleeding nose.
"For stealing my girlfriend," I stated. "She's mine."
With that, I left the apartment. But I know that this is just the beginning...