"I'm here!" Sam announced as she walked through the doors.
"Greattttttttt...", Freddie mumbled, sarcastically.
"Shut up, Freddie. Okay? Just go home and start making out with your stuffed animals like before. Carly doesn't want you here, anyways."
"Sure she does," Freddie stated.
"Ha! Why would Carly want someone like you in her apartment?"
"Me? What about YOU? You think you're so perfect, I'm just as much of Carly's friend as you are."
"Nuh-uh! I'm her best friend. You're just some creepy teck-geek whose over-obsessed with Carly, so you stalk her."
"I do not stalk her!"
Yes you do..., I was thinking.
"Oh, really? Did Carly invite you over? Huh?"
"No, but"-
"See? Sam said, cutting him off. You stalk her. She only hangs out with you cuz she feels sorry for you."
"Sam..."
"No! He needs to know! The truth hurts. He needs to face reality."
"Sam, I don't feel sorry for him.", I said.
"Oh, really? I think so."
"I love him!", I said, my face in tears. "Just go home, both of you."
"Carly...", sam said.
"No! Just go home. Now.
"Fine.", they both said, in usion.
Tears were streaming down my face now. I don't know why I said it. I just did. It all came out so quickly; I didn't really think about what I was saying. It just happened.
"Spencer, I'm going to bed!", I yelled.
"Okay. See you in the morning!", he replied.
I tried to run upstairs to my room, but I kept falling onto the steps. Finally, I gave up and just sat there. My knee was bleeding. Great. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. None of it did. I got up and walked to my room and plopped on my bed. I cried and cried for hours until I finally fell asleep