Chapter 18

Hi. My name is uh. Yeah. Here's another chapter, I can't help but say this is one of my favorite chapters! And the next chapter is another fave. C: … and the chapter after that; I get inspired many times to write very weird and descriptive, but only sometimes. And idk why I have to get inspired to write like that… I dunno, I'm weird. :{D

Disclaimer: I'm a nice kid. I deserve this show. But I don't own it. Why?

Narrator's P.O.V.

Sam walked into the large doors of Ridgeway, and everyone automatically turned to look at her. Snickers and whispers were heard all throughout the hall, but she didn't care. She never cared anymore. She ignored them, continuing to walk to her locker that was still next to Carly's. Good thing school was almost over.

She reached over to open her locker, spinning the dial two whole turns to the right, stopping on 27, one whole turn to the left, stopping at 4, and spinning the dial to the left a little bit, stopping at 30. She pushed the lock up and opened her locker. She took her chemistry book out, and placed it between her arm and chest. She bent to drop her backpack on the floor, and opened the zipper. She straightened her back and started digging through her locker again when she found a heart-shaped chocolate box. She hastily reached for it, and saw that the box had her name printed on it. She was turning the box this way and that, but found that the originator's name wasn't there. Not caring, she ripped off the wrapper.

She flipped the lid off that landed on the floor with a thump and picked up a piece of chocolate with her index finger and thumb. She took the wrapper off that coated the chocolate, crumpled it, and threw it in the trash. The chocolate was good; it was like swimming in a sea of pleasure that was never ending. Soon, the chocolate was long gone in her stomach, and she grabbed another piece, quickly shoving it in her mouth. She moaned at the amazing the taste of caramel and chocolate together.

5 more pieces and her stomach kind of felt a little funny. It started churning this way and that, and she clutched her stomach with her hand. Sam reached down to grab the lid and attached it back to the box, before leaning back on her locker, trying to breathe properly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Carly, Cindy, and the rest of the chicks advance towards her, wearing a smirk on their face. "What's up, Sam?" Cindy asked, grabbing the chocolate box out of her hand. "Oh, some chocolate? I wonder who gave this to you? Your secret admirer? Why are you clutching your stomach?" Cindy smirked. Carly just stood silently next to Cindy, and Cindy nudged her.

"Oh, uh, yeah, Sam, what's wrong? Oh!" Carly took the box of chocolate from Cindy. "Looks like this chocolate's expired." She smirked, handing it back to Cindy who threw the box at Sam.

"Speak up, you bitch. You're so weak, not speaking and you just ran off the other night. Man up." Cindy smirked, stepping closer to Sam.

Sam had the urge to give her a comeback, but she didn't say anything, just continued breathing in and out. Sweat collected on her forehead, and she quickly wiped it away. Sam looked up at Cindy's smirking form, and Carly looked like she had a lot on her mind. Sam pushed Cindy and grabbed her bag off the floor before rushing to her classroom, still clutching her stomach. The bell rang just in time when she made it to her seat. At this point, Sam's stomach stopped hurting, but halfway through the class, Sam suddenly placed her hand to her stomach.

"Sam?" Freddie, who was sitting next to her asked. He placed his hand on her back comfortingly. "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" Sam was looking straight at the desk and she slowly turned her head to Freddie and nodded. "Are you able to speak?" She shook her head, and rested her free hand on her neck, mouthing the words, 'I'm trying to breathe' Freddie merely nodded, grabbing Sam by the arm and walking over to the teacher who was currently sitting at his desk. "Sam needs to go to the nurse's office, can I take her?"

The teacher gave him a suspicious look before answering, "Why? What's wrong with her?"

"Her stomach hurts. And she can't breathe." He answered hastily, trying to steady the already fainting Sam. She shook her head as if trying to get some thought out of her head and nodded in approval. Another churn to her stomach, and she was almost going to throw up. The teacher saw this and excused them.

"C'mon, Sam." Freddie whispered in her ear, holding her at her waist and trying to stand her straight without falling. Sam's stomps all the way to the nurse's office echoed throughout the hallways. When they reached the nurse's office, Sam rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Sam hurried over to the toilet and kneeled, holding the sides of the bowl. She could feel her stomach churning and turning and it soon came back up into her mouth and she spit it all out into the toilet. She sat back, trying to catch her breath, and wiped her mouth. Sam stood up, flushed the toilet, and made her way back outside.

Freddie waited outside on the cushioned bed when the nurse finally came in. Sam sat next to him, still trying to catch her breath and still clutching her stomach. Freddie rubbed her back while the nurse asked, "So, what's the problem?" She asked in a soft tone. Freddie knitted his eyebrows together.

"She's feeling sick and she can't breathe." Freddie replied. At this, the nurse's eyebrows went up and she became a little freaked out.

"Why? Why can't you breathe? Did you eat anything…"

"Sam." Freddie finished.

"Sam?" The nurse continued asking.

Sam nodded, digging into her backpack to look for the box of chocolates. She held it up for the nurse to see. "Chocolates?" Freddie clarified. Sam nodded and pointed to the expiration date while the nurse gave her some water to drink. "Why would you eat expired chocolates?" Sam sipped some water so she could breathe a little.

"I found… in my locker…" She gasped. She sipped a little bit more. "The chicks… I didn't know… gave it to me… expired…" She answered, still trying to catch her breath.

"Well, any reason why she can't breathe?" Freddie asked the nurse, freaked out.

"It's probably an allergic reaction to some ingredient in here. I'll go call the ambulance."

~x0x0x~

Sam was seated on the gurney, her mind going blank. Freddie was there, seated next to her, holding her hand and running his thumb on her skin. Her subconscious mind heard Freddie repeating 'It's gonna be okay.' It was like the car accident all over again. Sam felt herself be lifted and being placed on a soft cushion and she felt breezes touch her bare skin as she was being rushed to the ER. Her eyelids fell closed and her hand was once again cold. She could hear Freddie's voice arguing with the nurse saying he should be inside with her. A mask covered her mouth, assisting her to breathe.

A warm feeling shot throughout her whole body as Freddie was there, again, holding her hand. She could hear the doctor mumble words she couldn't understand as she was falling asleep.

... ... ...

The doctor was saying to Freddie, "Son, I fear your girlfriend is allergic to an ingredient in this chocolate she ate. Just informing you. We need to get rid of it before it manages to get to her bloodstream. Or else she is doomed. So, please, if you don't mind, please sit over there…" The doc pointed to a spot. Freddie was about to argue, but he knew that it'd risk Sam's life if they don't get started sooner or later. He also wasn't bothered at the fact that he had said 'your girlfriend.'

Freddie obliged, covering his face with his hands.

~x0x0x~

Sam awoke at the feel of someone's breath on her hand. A warm and familiar breath. Her eyes fluttered open, looking at the brunette boy that was holding her hand. She breathed out, finding that the mask that she fell asleep with wasn't there. Freddie looked at her, chocolate orbs meeting ocean blue eyes. "They got the allergy thing out." Freddie smiled.

Sam nodded, smiling too. "So… why was it I can't breathe?" Freddie smiled even more. He missed her voice.

"You were allergic to an ingredient in that chocolate."

"Did they catch Cindy and Carly and those other chicks?" Freddie chuckled and nodded. He reached up to wipe some sweat off her forehead and bent down to kiss it. Sam didn't really mind. She just woke up…

"I'm glad you're okay."

"Me too."

Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed that chapter! The reason for those millions of periods was to show different P.O.V.s c: I wanted to show third person but Sam's point of view, and the next was just plain third person… I have a feeling you guys are hating me right now. Lol :P And after the next chapter, you guys are still gonna hate me. Lolololol. Review? Reviews make me happy… sorta. Lolol.

BTW, DON'T WORRY. THE CLIMAX OF THIS STORY IS ALMOST THERE. And you'll get what you've always wanted. Lol X:

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P.S. Shoutout to Mr. Bougie for being so insightful on things! Keep rocking. (: