-Jealousy-
"If looks could kill…"
That was a curious statement given that she had been trying to avoid looking at the boy for the past week and a half.
Sam blinked, returning to the here and now to see Freddie giving her a wary look. "Huh?"
"You're glaring at me as though you want to do that to my throat." He pointed to her hands and it was then that she realized she was twisting knots in the paper napkin, slowly ripping it to bits. "What are you thinking about?"
'Doing this to your throat.' Rather than respond, the blonde sighed, burying her face in her arms.
"What's eating her?"
She thought he had been speaking to himself, but then a voice said, "I think she's sick, Freddie. Leave her alone."
There was a soft sound and she knew they were kissing.
"C'mon, Sam, you jealous or something?"
She could tell from the way the boy was jostling her that he was only teasing, but that didn't stop something ugly from bubbling up in her chest and she rose quickly to her feet. Her hands curled into fists and she scowled furiously at the couple; she opened her mouth, but no sound came out and she snapped it shut.
"Sam, where are you going?"
The blonde wasn't sure what reason came out of her mouth, but she needed to get out of here.
"There you are."
Well, damn. If Carly could find her in the library of a places, Carly could find her anywhere.
"Is something wrong, Sam?"
"No."
"You're not a very good liar."
'I've never needed to lie to you before.'
When the blonde only sat in sullen silence, the girl sighed. "Well, if you ever want to talk…"
'I won't.' Despite the stubborn thought, Sam looked up. "Are you happy with him?"
"With Freddie?"
"No, with Prince James of England." She had meant to lighten the atmosphere a bit, but instead her tone was annoyed, impatient. Sam had never been annoyed with Carly.
And Carly knew that. Dark eyes were shiny as she whispered, "I've never been happier."
The sound of retreating footsteps made the painful splintering sensation beneath her breast that much more poignant.
Sam growled, shoving an unfortunate passerby aside with her shoulder and snapping, "Problem?" when the lanky teenager gave a cry of protest.
He held his hands up in a placating gesture, eyes wide behind thick glasses, and she gave an exasperated harrumph before continuing on past him.
Stupid Freddie and his stupid face all over her Carls—
Oh dear heavens… She really was jealous.
-End Chapter-