Welcome to chapter 2! Before I begin, I want to notify you, the reader, that I am currently suffering severe writer's block on all my unfinished stories, so I have no idea when they'll be complete. I'm making this story and "Heat" (my Cam story) a current priority, however. All my others will be done in time. Promise.
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Chapter 2:
Carly drops onto her bed and sobs into her pillow. She feels angry, hurt, and betrayed all at once. How could Spencer not trust her? Not trust them? Spencer knew Freddie was a good kid. Carly and Freddie were responsible. They wouldn't of done anything without making sure that they were prepared. And Spencer and Mrs. Benson knew that.
There's a knock at her door. "Carly?"
"Go away!" Carly says angrily, wiping her eyes.
"Come on, let me in." Spencer says calmly.
"Get the hell away from my door!" Carly yells.
"Carls, I'm sorry."
"I don't care, you ruined my life!"
"I was just trying to protect you."
"From what?!" She doesn't wait for an answer. "The one boy in my life that loves me for me and not my looks, and you ruin it! Not to mention that you know Freddie! You know he'd never hurt me! But, nooo! You're sister can't be happy, she can't be with the boy of her dreams! She can sob in her room for the rest of her life for all you care!"
Spencer was quiet and Carly sighed.
"Just go away!" Carly repeats finally.
She can hear Spencer's footsteps retreating down the hall and she sits up on her bed. Damn Spencer, damn Mrs. Benson, damn...EVERYTHING! Her hands ball into fists as she breaks out into another round of sobbing. That's when her phone vibrates and 'Boyfriend' by Justin Bieber starts playing. She picks it up and looks at the screen. It's a text from Freddie. Carly reads it, and it brings a smile to her face.
Meet me crtyrd in 2hrs. -Freddie
She texts back:
K.
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She watches the hallway carefully, waiting for Spencer's light to go out. C'mon... she thinks anxiously, looking at her watch. It was eleven fifty-two pm. Eight minutes...
Carly finally hears Spencer yawn and the light shuts off. Not too long after, she hears him snoring softly. She creeps off the stairs, avoiding the creaky bottom step, and makes her way silently to the front doot. There's a keypad next to the handle. Oh, man! she thinks, frustrated. Spencer must've known she would try to sneak out. She looks around. Elevator? No, too noisy. Back door? Too obvious. Out of choices, Carly turns back towards the door. She was running out of time. And patience.
Password, password...
She tries his birthday. Nothing happens. She tries Socko's birthday. Again, nothing. She sighs and is ready to give up, when she gets an idea. With what little hope she has left, she tries one last time.
1...2...3...4.
There's a whirring noise and click. A green light appears and Carly smiles to herself. She opens the door quietly and slips outside.
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