Sam's POV

I looked through the window. It seems that Carly was right about Freddie dumping me for Melanie. They were having so much fun down my house that I can't stop myself from believing it. I'm such a fool! And to think that I did so much for him! That jerk...

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. A moment later, I swear I felt water falling down to my ears. I touched the drop of water, looked up at the ceiling, checking for any leaks from the roof. Nope. No leaks. Then, I rubbed my eyes. Wait, what is this? Are my eyes the sources of the water? How can this be? Sam Puckett never cries. Especially not for a stupid jerk like Fredward Benson...

"Sam," Carly yelled from behind my locked door. "Are you okay? You've been in there for hours!"

"I'm fine," I managed to cough out the words, but it still didn't convince the princess-to-be. "Just leave me alone." I didn't want to see or hear anyone right now.

I heard a few shuffling footsteps outside the door, but I didn't care. I really wanted to be alone, I needed to think...

The next day was no better, as I refused to leave my room, Carly barged in to bring me a huge feast of food. She said that I usually couldn't stand not eating for four hours, I had to eat after one day. But I felt broken, everything was wrong. I didn't have the appetite. So, Carly just left the feast on my bed and left the room.

Hours later, a knock came from my door.

"For the twenty-third time, I'm..." I started as I got interrupted by a familiar voice.

"I heard that you broke up with Prince Fredward," it was Pete. "Are you okay? Can I come in?"

I thought of denying his entrance, but then I remembered – the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Maybe that jerk of a prince wanted to break my heart in the first place. I was such a fool to believe him. Because of him, I even broke up with Pete, the only guy who treated me nicely, without a motive, of course.

"Fine," I replied to his request. "You can come in."

The boy took on the bed beside me. His hand was approaching my face, but I flinched as it came closer. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "How are you?"

"Besides the fact that I broke up with Freddie and feels terrible, yeah, I'm fine," I replied.

"Good," he expressed.

"Good?" I was puzzled. Doesn't he hate me for breaking up with him?

He laughed when I asked him about it. "Melanie told me everything. No worries."

I felt guilty. I was fooled by the jerk to break up with him. I should have known that Pete was too nice to be some evil dude who did all he could to get what he wanted. I should have known...

"Sam!" Pete made me jump out of my trance. "What were you thinking about?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing."

"Hey," Pete started. "Since you know that everything was a misunderstanding, can we... start over again?"

I hesitated before answering, "Sure, I'm sorry for the incident anyway."

"No biggie," Pete replied. "Let's go out and take some fresh air, girlfriend."

I giggled. That boy sure knew how to make a girl happy. As he held my hand, I felt something whisper into my ears. It was soft but I heard what it said.

Don't go... Don't be his girlfriend... Don't believe him... Don't...

It sounded creepy at first, but I felt a sense of warmth that came along with the voice. It's like a mother's love that I have never felt before. But still, no one tells Momma what to do.

As I ignored the whispering, Pete brought me out to the park for some fresh air. He held my hand throughout the stroll, but I didn't feel any spark between us like I felt with him before. It just felt... wrong.

"Why don't I get you an ice cream?" Pete offered.

"Okay," I agreed and sat on a nearby bench while waiting for him to return.

From afar, I could see couples sweet-talking, hugging, kissing... It was then that all the unhappiness that was bottled inside me was released again. It was hurt... All hurt...

"Sam," I heard someone from behind me. Seriously, why do I keep hearing voices and people coming from behind? "What are you doing here?"

I turned around as I saw them. Them. Melanie and... Freddie.

Her arms were hooked around Freddie's, like mine never did. She seemed happy with the jerk. But as for him, I couldn't tell. I didn't even want to look into his eyes.

As I opened my mouth to speak, Pete returned from getting ice cream. "Hi Melanie, hi Freddie. What a coincidence."

I forced a smile on my face as I hooked my arm around Pete's causing him to drop an ice cream. I could have sworn I saw a smile form on his face. "Pete brought me here for our date." I said, pretending to have gotten over the pain.

"Oh," Melanie said sweetly, like she always did. "Well, Freddie and I are here on a date too. Have you guys been to the carnival at the end of the path? It was really fun there!" She held on to a plush toy, obviously a prize from the carnival.

"Pete and I were thinking of going there later after the ice cream," I kept a strong front and lied to her. No one could see through my lie. I have total confidence.

Melanie smiled again. "Oh, sure. I'll see you later tonight then. Bye Sam, bye Pete!"

"Bye Melanie," I greeted her, totally ignoring the jerk beside her. As I took a final look behind me before approaching the carnival at the end of the path, my eyes met Freddie's. They were filled with sadness, filled with unwillingness, filled with longing, but never with guilt.

If I know just one thing, Freddie felt wronged.

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