"Oh, in your dreams, super-geek." We all walk to class, but when we enter, we realize that we've lost Sam.

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"So?!" I say frantically. I sent Sam to get me some information.

"She loves him."

"She loves him?!"

"Well, they're not in love, but they love each other." I sigh and lean against the lockers. "Sorry, Carls."

"Oh, it's okay. You know…I just didn't think I'd be this bothered by Freddie having a girlfriend. I thought I'd be at least a little bit happier for him, but noooooo! She had to be the perfect girl for him!"

"She's actually really fricken rad."

"Yeah, well…she's pushes my buttons." She says in a childish way while closing her locker.

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So…the three of us are headed to Freddie's house to pick stuff up so he can stay the night. Sam's mom is dropping some stuff off…it's all good. We enter the hallway where Freddie and Carly's houses are and Carly appears. "Freddie…Can the thre-…" She pauses and sees Sam. "Sam?"

"Heh heh…heeeey, Carly…" She says nervously.

"Whatever. Can we talk?" We nod and enter her apartment. The interior is amazing. We all sit down while Sam goes to the kitchen. "So…I wanted to apologize to you guys for my bad behavior. It's not fair to you guys. I want you to know that I'm happy for you guys and, Brooke, can we start over?"

"Of course!" I stand and shake her hand. "Oh, do you want to join us at my house?"

"Oh…no-…"

"Oh, come on, Carls. It'll be fun!" Sam says with a mouthful of food.

"Hey, don't raid my fridge!"

"Too late! Your fridge has been raided."

"Alright…I'll go. Spencer!"

"Whaaat, Carlyyy?" He yells from my left. I turn to see a pretty hot guy. "Oh, hello. Who's this?" He says with a lopsided grin.

"Brooke Hayes." I say while reaching to shake his hand. He takes it with the same grin.

"I'm Spencer Shay, Carly's brother. Nice to meet you."

"Diddo."

"Spence, can I go to Brooke's house tonight?"

"Where do you live?"

"Just a building up."

"Oh, well have fun!" The trio head upstairs, leaving here alone with Spencer.

"How old are you?"

"26 and I'm an artist."

"I know. Freddie showed me a few of your sculptures." The three come down. Freddie has a slightly shocked look on his face. The look is mimicked on Sam's.

"Whaaaat's going on, guys?" I ask skeptically.

"Nothing!" Carly says happily. She and Sam walk out in front of us while Freddie and I walk into his apartment. "Hello, Brooke!"

"Hello, Mrs. Benson. Freddie, what happened?!"

"Nothing!" He jogs up the stairs and I follow close behind.

"Freddie!" He turns to me and I give him an irresistible begging look. Like a kid begging his mom for that toy that he so desperately needs even if, in all actuality, it's just going to sit at the bottom of his toy box. "Freddie, please tell me." He's breaking because he's breathing heavy and staring at me.

"Carly kissed me, okay?!" He pauses. "As soon as she did, I pulled away, but…still…just the fact that she kissed me…"

"Please finish your sentence. I don't like this sentence, Freddie."

"I don't know how to." I shake my head.

"Are you saying…that you would throw us away to be a lapdog to a chick that you have no chance with?" He sighs.

"I don't know."

"Fine. Mull it over for a while because I don't wanna talk to you until you do, Freddie." I walk out of the room and jog out into the hall. I stop when I see Carly. "You happy, you mother fucking cunt?" I give her a brisk slap across the face.

"Brooke…" Comes Freddie's voice. I shake my head and jog out of the building and into the raining streets. I stand for a very small time before jogging to my own apartment. "Brooke." My mom says while I run to my room. I collapse and bury my head into my arms, which are folded across the seat of my chair.