Disclaimer: I'm not Dan so....

Author's Note: Sorry for not updating in a long while.

Chapter Four: Who are YOU?

Freddie shoved the paper into his locker, another D. His mother would kill him but really didn't care. Something about him had changed ever since he kissed Carly. He was almost always angry and he had become a player hitting on every girl. He wasn't caring about his grades and more important, he didn't care who he was hurting. Even Carly.

Freddie didn't take the time to notice the fact that Carly had purposely been avoiding him for the last week. That his mother was ashamed to call him her son. That Spencer had all but forced him out of the loft anytime he came over. Or that Sam even looked disgusted at him, more then usual. Or that her hate was real now.

"Hey Freddie." Sam sighed as she opened her locker.

Freddie just glared at her, "Hey why isn't Carly talking to me?"

"Don't pretend you don't know."

"Well I don't." Freddie slammed her locker shut and brought himself closer to her face.

"You're a jerk!"

Freddie just smiled at her, and brought his mouth to hers. Sam protested as he tried to force his tongue into her mouth. Freddie grabbed her wrists and slammed her against the locker. Sam kicked him in the shin and he grabbed his leg. She quickly brought her hand across Freddie's face.

"What the hell was that?!" Sam shouted.

"Just being what Griffin told me to be." Freddie rubbed at his cheek. He was getting slapped by everyone lately.

"The hell you are." Sam frowned.

"I am." He protested.

"I really doubt Griffin told you to kiss his girlfriend."

"He said to take charge."

"He didn't mean it like that!" Sam screamed, "I know Griffin and he is nothing like this guy you have become, and Carly can agree with that."

"Whatever." Freddie sighed as he slammed his own locker shut.

"Do you even cared you hurt Carly? Do you even care that she doesn't want anything to do with you?" Sam whispered quietly.

"I didn't!"

"Look around you Freddie. You been hurting everyone. Carly did like you. She just didn't want to ruin your friendship, because it was a great thing for both of you. You don't even care that she cried, after you did that!"

"I didn't..."

"Save it Freddie." Sam pushed past Freddie, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Sam." He whispered, and his eyes pleaded with her. "You got to understand."

Sam just pulled away and shook her head, "I don't know who you are, but I want my dork back."

Freddie just stood in the middle of the hallway as the bell rung. He finally realized that Sam was right. Freddie knew he hurt the people who matter the most to him, and he had no clue where to begin to fix this.