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Sam's POV

The day could not have gone by slower. I'd been avoiding Freddie because I didn't want to know about Mia and if they were going to homecoming. Why is Homecoming so late this year? I mean seriously, it's November, Homecoming's supposed to be in October or something. Oh gosh, my mind is rambling like Carly's.

"Hey Sam." Carly said as she opened her locker.

"Hey Carlotta. How was the English test?" I asked.

"Aced it. You?"

"Failed it."

"Sam!" Carly whined. "We studied together! What did you forget?"

"Everything."

"Everything! How? I practically drilled all the motifs and symbolism and juxtapositions in your head!"

"Maybe you did, but something came in and pushed them all out!" Carly was silent for a second, registering what I said.

"Mia." That one word nearly made me want to punch something.

"That skunkbag. I can't believe her. I've barely even talked to the chick more than twice and I can't stand her! This is ridiculous! I'm mad at myself for even letting something so trivial as who Freddie is dating to get in my head like a gnat and annoy me all day!" I slammed my locker, frustrated.

"You don't know that they're dating!" Carly said as she shut her locker gently, trying to be the voice of reason. "Maybe Freddie hasn't even talked to her yet, maybe Gibby heard wrong. You have no clue what's really the truth or anything, no one other than Mia knows. Freddie most likely doesn't even like her. We'd know if Freddie liked anyone." Carly said, and it looked like she was going to say more, but a laugh cut her train of thought.

Carly's POV

We both heard the laugh. It was feminine and dainty, yet confident and slightly loud. The laugh belonged to Mia. We both looked and saw Mia walking with her gaggle of friends. Anne is a cheerleader, Karine is a soccer player, Josie plays basketball, and Hannah plays lacrosse. Mia is more of an academic/artistic kind of student, not much into sports, but she'll watch if her friends are playing. They all parted their ways and Sam and I looked at each other. Sam nodded, barely noticeable to me, and we pretended to be having a conversation, while paying attention to what Mia was doing. Smiling her five-carat smile, she walked up to Freddie, who was digging around in his locker, and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Oh, hey Mia." He said, glancing up as he zipped his backpack. Shutting his locker, he turned to face Mia.

"It's later." She smiled. What was supposed to happen "later"?

"Why, yes, it is."

"So during lunch I looked up times for the movie at Cinerama Theater, and they're showing the movie at five, seven-thirty, and ten. It looks like it's kind of a long movie."

"Okay, so what time seems best for you?"

"Um, how's seven-thirty sound? I mean, five seems too early, and ten, well, we'd be there forever." Mia paused shortly. "You don't think it's weird I looked up the times, do you?"

"Why would I? Someone was going to have to look them up."

"Yeah, good point." She smiled. "Here, let me give you my number, so, in case you want to cancel or anything later tonight, you can text me."

"Why would I want to cancel?" Freddie asked as she wrote her number on his hand with marker.

"Because a lot of guys do, to be honest. Believe it or not, I've been stood up for a lot of dates." Her eyes widened slightly and she put her marker away, since she had put her number down. "I mean, this isn't a date or anything, just two people going out to see a movie."

"Why don't you want it to be a date?"

"You sure ask a lot of questions, Freddie Benson!" Mia laughed softly, not as loudly as she did with her friends earlier. "Like I said earlier, I don't want to be stood up. My hopes tend to get high and they crash down to the ground pretty hard."

"Well I can promise you that I won't stand you up."

"Thanks Freddie." She smiled. She took her phone out of her pocket, my guess is that it vibrated or something because I couldn't hear it ring. "That would be my mom, she's outside. So I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. Bye." She started walking away, before turning around to look at Freddie. "Don't text me as soon as I leave, because if my phone goes off while I'm driving, my mom will have a cow."

"Don't worry Mia, I won't text you while you're driving." Mia laughed shortly.

"Thanks. See ya."

"See ya."

Mia walked by us and out the doors. I didn't even want to think about what may have been going through Sam's head.

Freddie's POV

Gibby ran up to me, obviously watching what Mia and I had talked about from the other side of the hall.

"I told you Mia would go on a date with you if you asked!" Gibby said, excited.

"I didn't ask her, she asked me." I said, watching Gibby's face go from confused to understanding.

"Oh, I see." He paused for a moment. "Well you're still going on a date with her Saturday night!"

"It's not a date. Just two people going out to see a movie."

"Whatever you say bro." Gibby said as he left. I noticed Sam and Carly hadn't left yet, so I walked up to them.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey Freddie." Carly said, fixing her purse strap. I looked at Sam, arms crossed, scowling in a way.

"What's wrong Sam?" I asked.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing that concerns you." She growled. What's up with her?

Sam's POV

I almost said that it was all Mia's fault, but then it would be obvious that I still liked Freddie. He obviously doesn't like me anymore, so why should I still like him? He told me he loved me, he meant it then, didn't he? Because I meant it, and I still love him. He's moved on though, so I guess I should too, right? When couples break up, they don't stay attached to one another; they get over each other and find someone new to date. Carly and Freddie were talking, but I couldn't hear a word they were saying; I was too lost in my own thoughts to pay attention to them.

"Isn't that great Sam?" Carly asked me. I snapped back to reality, or well, the reality that I was forced to lead.

"What is?"

"Did you not hear a word we said?" Freddie said, shaking his head with a laugh. I wanted to strangle him.

"Freddie has a date with Mia Saturday night, they're going to see a movie. How cool is that?" Carly asked. She knew that I hated the fact that they had a date, but she was being respectful, I guess, and not letting on that I was upset about it or still liked Freddie or chiz like that.

"Yeah, it's great. What are you seeing?" I asked, pretending to be interested.

"The new Sherlock Holmes movie. Mia's been wanting to see it." He answered.

"Oh, well, I hope you two have fun. Well, I have to go get some food, I'll see you later Carly." I said before walking away.

The air was slightly warm outside for November. I thought about taking off my jacket, but was too lazy to actually do it. Mia. Why did she want Freddie? Practically no one has ever been interested in Freddie. I mean, there was that Valerie chick that tried to steal Freddie and I from Carly, and there was Melanie, and I don't think Sabrina was anything special to him. And, yeah, there were those girls who liked him as a vampire, and the two girls who wanted to take him to the Girl's Choice Dance, and there's Magic Malika, but she's a freak.

I know Freddie can go out with other girls, it's not like I own him or have my name tattooed on him. He's not my property. Other people can go out with him, he's not bound to me, and I'm not bound to him. It feels like we are, though. It feels like I don't even have control over my own emotions anymore, no control over where my heart throws me, and I hate that. I hate it so much. Why did I kiss him that night? Why did I do that to myself? I should have listened to my doubt, the thoughts in my head telling me that I would regret kissing him, but I didn't. My head told my heart not to do it, but my heart disobeyed, and I think I may always hate my heart for that.