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#15-Rumors:

Freddie entered Ridgeway High, his blue backpack strapped on his shoulder. He turned down the main hall, down a flight of stairs. He spotted Carly and Sam by their lockers and he went to them.

"Hey guys," Freddie greeted.

"Run Freddie," Carly warned. Freddie raised a brow then noticed Sam expression: pure rage.

"I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna kill you," Sam repeated coldly, her eyes flaring at Freddie.

"Why?" Freddie asked horrifyingly.

Sam grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the lockers.

"ARE YOU THAT MUCH OF AN DUMBASS!? YOU STARTED THAT DAMN RUMOR!"

Freddie's eyes bulged at the frightening Sam, glancing from Carly to Sam. Carly was just as scared as Freddie and she tried shaking her head. A couple people noticed the aggressive Sam and whispered to one another.

"What rumor?" Freddie managed to squeak out. She sighed, grabbing his shoulders and leading him to the bulletin board. On it were many pictures, some of couples, spot lights students, and sport teams.

"Look at that!" Sam said pointing to a picture.

"Gibby falling off a horse?" Freddie questioned.

"Not that one, nub!" Sam yelled. She moved his head to the direction of a picture next to the Gibby one. Freddie gasped. It was a photoshopped picture of Sam and Freddie kissing. Hearts were around it and the word 'Seddie' in bright purple letters marked the bottom of the picture.

"Sweet sugar plum rice cakes!" Freddie gasped. Sam glanced at him strangely at the odd remark and went back to staring at the picture of them.

"Who did this?" Freddie whispered to her.

Sam was about to speak, until she noticed a loud wolf whistle behind them. They both turned to find a crowd of loud football boys and cheerleaders. They were giggling and laughing at them. The boys hollered and the girls squealed.

Sam took Freddie's hand.

"Come on," she muttered and led him to the girl's bathroom.

The girls in there noticed, screamed and left. Sam closed the door behind them and locked it. They were alone and needed to discuss the issue.

"Why here?" Freddie groaned miserably.

"Shut up," Sam snapped. He did so, leaning back on the counter. Sam started pacing, her hand on her chin, eyes on the ground. Freddie watched her sharp turns at each end.

"So, what are we gonna do?" Freddie asked, crossing his arms.

"I don't know. But whoever put up that stupid sign will not be living within the next twenty four hours," Sam replied bluntly, not facing Freddie.

"Sam."

"Not now, Benson!" Sam sneered.

"Just listen! Maybe we can just accept it."

Sam stopped pacing and faced him slowly.

"What do you mean?" she asked dryly.

"I mean, we just play along with it."

Sam crossed her arms, paddling her feet slowly, staring at the floor.

"You mean we...act as couple?" Sam asked shyly, her face flushing. Freddie swallowed hard.

"Well...y-yeah."

"You mean hold hands, stare at each other, and all that gross chiz?" Sam said, meeting his gaze.

"Yeah, I guess," Freddie replied, shrugging. The two were silent for a moment. Sam's heart was pounding in her chest, her palms sweaty. Freddie had a lump in his throat, his breathing quite difficult.

"B-But then we break up in front of the people. The rumor will stop and we'll go on with our lives," Freddie said. Sam nodded quickly.

"Yeah. And that guy who put up that sign better see it too. So make it realistic, Fredward!" Sam warned. Freddie rolled his eyes as the two unlocked the bathroom and exited out.

The stood in the middle of the hall. Some people were looking at them curiously. Sam suddenly walked up to Freddie and kissed him on the cheek.

"See you, Freddie," Sam said sweetly. Her expression was convincing but her eyes were disgusted. She was playing.

"See ya, princess," Freddie whispered as Sam walked away.

Freddie was at Carly's locker, explaining the situation.

"So, you guys okay with it?" Carly asked.

"I guess. Sam seems convincing," Freddie replied, shrugged and leaned his shoulder against the lockers.

"Yeah. I heard about the kiss on the cheek. I can't believe she put up with that," Carly said, amazed.

"It was nothing. As long as the crowd was convinced, it's fine with me," Freddie replied smiling.

"So how are you and Griffin?" he asked.

"Good. I've learned to get along with the Pee Wee Babies," Carly giggled.

"Even the tiger?" Freddie laughed.

"HOW COULD YOU!"

Freddie whipped his head around as Sam came stomping towards him.

"How could I what?" Freddie asked unsurely.

"Don't be dumb!" Sam slapped him. That caught people's attention. Freddie rubbed his sore cheek bewildered.

"You kissed him," Sam hissed.

"Him?" Freddie asked.

"You're gay! I've been kissing a Homo!" Sam screeched. Freddie's mouth agape, his brows raised in utter most confusion.

"I'm a what?" Freddie squeaked. Sam bulged him eyes angrily at him, her pupils begging for aid.

Help me you dumb dork!, they told him.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Gary is just soooo hot! Hotter than you!" Freddie said, his voice changed some what.

The crowd gasped. The plan was working.

"You know what? We're done!" Sam screamed and she stomped away.

The crowd stayed for a couple more minutes and then left the dilemma. Freddie smiled and turned to Carly.

"Well, it worked." Freddie said.

"Yeah, but there's just one problem," Carly said, her face unpleasant and somewhat humored. Freddie shrugged cluelessly.

"Now everyone thinks you're gay."

Poor Freddie. But don't be offended by the whole gay thing. I hate people who can't stand gay couples. It kills me. They just need to accept that kind of love.

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