-Frustration-
So Freddy and Carly were a thing now.
Did that… Did that mean they were in love?
Would they get married someday—move into some huge house in the suburbs and leave Sam to rot all alone?
Had Freddy done what she had always secretly dreamed of and put his grubby paws all over the girl who made her heart beat fast and her mouth go dry?
Maybe if she stared hard enough, the ceiling would reveal the answers that plagued her tired brain.
…
…
…
Nope.
With a frustrated groan, Sam rolled over, grabbing her pillow and holding it over her head. If she was lucky, she'd suffocate in her sleep.
"Sam! Carly's not here right now, but she'll be right—"
"Actually, I'm kind of in a rush, Spencer," Sam said quickly, edging past the tall, lanky male. "I'm just going to run upstairs. I left my textbook and the teacher already wants to eat my face, soooo…"
He seemed disappointed, but she didn't give into the slight twinge of guilt as she took the lift to the second floor. The stupid, heavy collection of useless information was sitting on the floor of Carly's room—where it belonged.
As she stooped to retrieve it, the blonde paused, blue eyes going to the other side of the room where the brunette's bed sat, its surface covered with adorably plush animals.
Hm…
Before she realized what she was doing, Sam had crossed the room and she reached out, running her fingertips along the seams of the light purple comforter absentmindedly. She sat down, grabbing the nearest stuffed animal—an oversized lion with a goofy grin—and hugging it to her chest, burying her face in its mane.
It smelled like Carly.
For some reason, the thought brought tears to her eyes and she sighed, slouching.
Stupid Freddy. Stupid Carly. Stupid her.
[Spencer said you came over earlier.]
Same froze. Damnit… Why had she even answered her phone?
The blonde tilted her head, trapping the device between the side of her head and her shoulder. "Uh… Yeah. I had to get my textbook for English class—"
[What's going on with you, Sam?]
"Nothing," she lied. "Why?"
There was a silence on the other end of the line that made the young woman fidget anxiously.
Then, [I miss you.]
Ba-bump.
She had to clear her throat. "That's weird, 'cause I haven't gone anywhere."
A barely audible sigh. [Never mind. I'll see you at school tomorrow.]
"Yeah… Okay. Night, Carls."
'Click.'
Sam stared down at her Pear phone for a moment, a heavy, ugly feeling careening around beneath her breast like a trapped bird. Finally, she released a snarl and threw the device across the room, simultaneously throwing herself down onto her bed and scowling up at the ceiling.
It had become all-too familiar of late.
"Sam?" came her mother's voice. "Is everything okay?"
The phone hit the wall with a satisfying 'thud' and the screen flickered through a rainbow of colours before going black, the glass segmented by a spidering crack.
-End Chapter-