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It seemed so odd to me. Carly had been griping about spitting in someone's eye, and now she wanted Griffin to fall in love with her again? I hated Carly Shay. Somehow, in a few days, my best friend had suddenly become my worst enemy. I felt sick to my stomach.
My mother hadn't bothered me all night, which gave something to think about as I tried to sleep last night. The only thing that ran through my mind repeatedly was the face of Fredward Benson, his kind, loving, and handsome face. Oh, crap! What the hell was wrong with me?
I felt like I was fighting a battle between myself. The side I was against was my soft, kind and sensitive side, the side that told me the Freddie Benson was more than my friend. That side was the one that just wanted to be loved and held and told that I was a princess. The side I was fighting on was the angry, bitter, mean-spirited side that just made sense to me. I hated Freddie because he was dweeb and that was that. (No it wasn't.)
My eyes snapped open and I whispered loudly. "NO!" It was still dark, and my alarm clock told me that it was 4 o' clock in the stinking morning. My insides churned and I felt like throwing up. I wanted to tear my heart right out of my chest.
I knew I was l losing the battle to my sensitive side. I felt the sudden urge to destroy Carly Shay. I wanted to make her so angry that she would explode. Maybe I would. I could start going out with Griffin, and I would watch Shay break down and scream like a toddler with a temper tantrum.
I smiled in the darkness. It sounded like a pretty good plan to me. I closed my eyes and waited for the familiar sound of my alarm clock going off at 7 in the morning.
It came earlier than I expected. I licked my dry lips and stretched. I was so sore. The events from yesterday kept going through my mind like a broken record. My kiss with Fredward, my argument with Carly, the language I had used against my mother…it was all like a horrible nightmare. I just wanted to clear my mind. I hated it.
I somehow managed to get myself out of my bed and dressed for school. I looked in the mirror and saw a train wreck. My eyes were bloodshot, and I had dark purple rings under my eyes. I suddenly got an acne attack and looked like a wild animal, and my teeth were yellow because I hadn't bothered to brush them yesterday. My hair was knotted and tangled, as if I had been sticking them in trees. I swore quietly under my breath and got to work.
It took me an hour to get my unsightly appearance into a presentable one. I had put makeup on rings under my eyes, combed my tangled and knotted hair (which hurt like hell), brushed my teeth until they looked white, and washed my face multiple times. At least I no longer looked like a wild savage. I normally didn't use makeup, but this was an exception. I caked my face with it, hoping I didn't resemble Carly, who pounded six pounds of makeup on her face every morning.
My mother was passed out (drunk no doubt) on the couch as I exited the house. My heart tightened as I saw the beer bottle in her palm. I hated her. This…this woman had brought Melanie (my twin sister) and me into this cruel, sick world and left us to fend for ourselves, which was hard for me and my sister. Thank God she had been put in a rich school with her scholarship, but I was forced to live off scraps. Meeting Carly when I was younger had been a miracle. She fed me when I was hungry, and let me sleep in her house when my mom was drunk…but that was over. My safe place at Carly's had been closed…indefinitely.
I had nothing left to lose now. If Freddie didn't believe me…I'd, I'd…get back at Carly Shay. I felt like my life depended on running Carly's. I had nothing else. I slammed the door of my apartment and closed my eyes and squeezed my fists. I ignored the tears rolling down my face, wrecking the makeup I had put on my face. Was I going bonkers? I must have been. I felt like throwing up.
But somehow, using all of my strength, I managed to pick myself up and walked to school with a heavy heart. I reached the school ten minutes before class was supposed to start. I looked everywhere for Carly and Freddie holding hands, but I couldn't find either of them. I took a deep breath and walked in the school. It was crowded and loud as usual, and I felt like my eardrums would explode.
I reached my locker by shoving tons of nubs out of the way. "Out of my way, morons," I said roughly as I finally reached my locker. I suddenly stopped in my tracks, feeling sick. Carly and Freddie were making out with each other against the lockers. Freddie was holding onto Carly like a lifesaver. I shook my head slowly and stepped backwards, right into Gibby, who was, of course, shirtless. Freddie and Carly broke apart and stared at me. Suddenly, Carly started laughing like a hag.
"Hahahaha!" she shrieked. "It looks like Gibby and Sam want to get together!"
Gibby looked at me in disgust. "Not cool, Puckett!" he shouted in my face. "Now I need to see my therapist again! It's the third time this week!" He ran away from me.
I shook my fist at the fatty. "Oh shut your noise trap, chubby!" I screamed after him. I turned to Freddie and Carly, who was laughing her evil little heart now. I marched to Freddie and hissed, "I need to talk to you, Fredweird. It's important."
Freddie gave me an annoyed look and looked back at Carly Shay, who was pounding her fists against her locker and laughing wickedly. He gave me a quick nod and I grabbed his arm and dragged him away from Carly. I took him outside of the school, where he surveyed me with his brown eyes. (They were very cute.) Ugh!
"Okay nub, you have to promise that you'll believe everything I'm going to say to you."
Freddie looked at me suspiciously. "What now, Puckett?" he asked me. "Did you rob a bank?"
I felt like throttling him. Carly would start looking for him any minute now. "No, no, it was nothing like that," I whispered hurriedly. "Just promise, okay?"
Freddie's eyes became slits. "…Okay….," he said uncertainly.
I leaned into his ear. "Carly is going to use you to make Griffin jealous. Dump her now, Freddie, I swear."
Freddie looked at me with utter fury. He started shaking. I put my finger to his lips and shushed him. "You promised," I told him quietly.
Freddie threw my hands aside. "I didn't know that I would promise to believe a lie!" he shouted. "Samantha Puckett, I don't know if you've gotten the memo, but I'm in love with Carly Shay, and she's in love with me, and I'll always be in love with Carly Shay, and I think your lies are a pile of crap!" He turned away from me, a broken shell, and left me standing there.
Fredward Benson had broken my heart again.
