Are you kidding me? Gibby turned me down twice! And he has a girlfriend! Gibby!

As you can imagine I was a little shocked and confused as I made my way to the Groovy Smoothie to meet with Carly, Fredweird, and their dates.

I kinda felt a little unwanted, you know? Like I had just been punched in the gut. No one, not even Gibby, wanted to go to the dance with me. Carly had hundreds of guys literally lined up for her, and more than one I wouldn't mind takin' a bite out of! I mean, maybe Freddie would've gone with me if I could work up the stinkin' nerve to ask the hot handsome hunk of a boy out. (Boy, did it feel good sayin' that out loud.) I walked up the path to the Groovy Smoothie ready to just clear my mind and maybe have a good time.

I looked in the door, and couldn't really believe what I was seeing, so I opened the door and stepped in quietly. I stared ahead of me blankly: Freddie and Carly slow dancing alone in the Groovy Smoothie. Carly's head resting against Freddie's shoulder. Freddie's arms wrapped around her lovingly.

Feeling utterly rejected and a lump forming in my throat, I left much more briskly than I came in.

I fricken hate crying! I reached up and brushed the stupid tears away from my eyes. They blurred my vision as I attempted to walk along the dimly lit cobblestone Seattle sidewalk. In heels. Why, Sam, why? My stupid makeup was probably all messed up, even though it wasn't even that great when I tried to put it on before either.

You know, for once in my life I thought something could actually happen with me and Freddie. I know I'm not the best at speaking my feelings, but I was finally feeling like he was done and over with his twisted little obsession with Carly, and I assumed that she'd never feel that way about him. I flashed back to the image of them in the Groovy Smoothie. My heart actually hurt thinking about it and I choked back a little sob. Ugh, stupid girly feelings, I HATE YOU!

I knew I couldn't call my mom to come pick me up now looking like this, so I plopped dejectedly into a chair at one of the restaurants with outdoor seating, hoping to cry myself out (ugh.) of tears and fix myself up later.