And more teen angst…oh poo.

Chapter 8

Liar

She stood at one side of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her reflection stared back at her. They were the same person, and yet she felt like she was staring at many.

Freddie POV

Sam went back to school the next day, Carly and Freddie stayed beside her. Students and Teachers alike both cast glances at her. Some bothered to come up to her to offer their support, while others steered away. Other than that, everything was typical.

Principal Franklin had offered emotional help for Sam too, offering to hire a counselor just to talk to Sam. Sam declined the offer though.

"Why did you decline the offer?" Carly practically shouted at Sam during lunch. The blonde headed girl snorted and continued to chew her way through lunch.

"Well, because Sam and authorities don't mix very well," Freddie told Carly with an amused frown on his face.

"Thank you, thank you very much Fredwart," Sam said, shoving her fist into his shoulder and he winced in pain. Carly gave a deep heavy sigh.

"You sure about this Sam?" she asked.

"Yep, I'm fine now," Sam said, "Besides if I have another counselor like Principal Franklin I might jump off a roof."

"Don't joke like that," Carly snapped.

Freddie was taken aback by Carly's reaction. Somehow, the girl seemed more riled up that usual. He passed a glance at the blonde girl beside him and to his surprise found that she was smiling.

"Scared the trauma would make me jump off a roof huh Carls?" Sam said laughing.

Freddie could feel a storm brewing, Carly's expression was changing. A look of pure deep anger was beginning to form on Carly's facial features. It was understandable, he supposed.

"Sam, shut up!" Carly said her voice dangerously low.

"Aw man Carls, why can't you take a joke?" Sam said that sickening smile still on her face. This time Freddie flinched. Carly had stood up, taking her lunch tray with her and was walking away.

"Sam," Freddie sighed. Sam looked at him and shrugged.

"That girl can't take a joke," She said.

"Your situation isn't really a joke," Freddie pointed out. Sam scowled, "Oh, so you think I'll commit suicide too?"

Freddie paused for a moment, somehow that frightening thought seem to have taken shape in his mind. He glanced at Sam, that smile she had when she was taunting Carly a while ago…seemed vaguely fake.

"Well…no," Freddie answered.

"Good, because if you had said yes, I would have stuff this meat loaf into your face," Sam said.

"You won't because that meat loaf is your lunch," Freddie retorted.

"You wanna try me Fredwart," Sam said.

"Murderer's child," a voice whispered behind them. Freddie felt his blood going cold. He turned and found himself staring at a couple of older teenagers. They were unpleasant looking, with ragged clothes, tattoos and body piercings.

They were the kids Sam used to hang with when she wasn't hanging with Carly or Freddie.

"Ben," Freddie uttered the name of the kid who had just said the phrase. A tall boy with red spiky dyed hair stood up. He was fairly handsome, with blue eyes and pale freckled skin. He had an ugly smile on his face. The rowdy group behind him were all laughing.

"You think this is funny Ben!" Freddie said, standing up. The cold shock had been replaced with pure anger.

"Ooo, Freddie the nerd standing up for this murderer's spawn?" Ben taunted. Freddie's face turned red, he felt hot, and his fist were clenched so tightly he was afraid they might explode.

"Shut up Ben!" Freddie shouted. His voice silencing the cafeteria, the commotions attracting more than a few thousand stares.

"Why so angry?" Ben muttered, "You love her?"

Freddie pushed Ben and Ben stumbled backwards. His followers caught him. Ben glared at Freddie before standing up tall, wanting to intimidate.

"A murderer's spawn is a murderer, I read the newspapers, I've seen the news," Ben said pointing an accusing finger at Sam. "I can't believe you even bothered to show your shameful face in school!"

"Ben!" Freddie roared.

"Look at her! She's not even responding to what I've said! Don't you have a heart, your mom killed somebody and here you are, acting like nothing has ever happened!"

Freddie glanced at Sam and found that she was casually eating the meat loaf she bought. She folded the wrapper and stood up, the sound of the chair scrapping the floor sent chills up Freddie's spine.

The cafeteria was deep silent; everybody was now looking at Sam. Ben and his group flinched when Sam turned to face him. She was smiling, an uncanny smile, and a smile that Freddie had seen before. Freddie's heart rate quickened.

He remembered the incident on the bridge.

"Sam?" Freddie spoke the girl's name.

"So what is your point?" Sam asked Ben who raised a quivering finger.

"Monster," he whispered.

The words seemed to resonate in Freddie's ears. The smile Sam wore widened.

"Thanks," Sam said and begun to walk away.

Shouldn't she be getting angry? Freddie thought to himself.

Why wasn't Sam getting angry?

"You running away, Sam?" Ben's taunting voice sounded again, "As expected of a murderer's spawn…"

Freddie exploded; he shoved Ben, pushing the boy onto the ground. Punching Ben in the face, however something hit Freddie hard and before he knew it, Ben and his goons were hitting him hard.

Chaos erupted in the cafeteria, students were screaming, others were cheering, some ran off the get teachers.

Pain, intense pain shot through Freddie as he tried to defend himself against his attackers. Tears of frustration leaked through his eyes. Why couldn't he be stronger…why couldn't he protect Sam from Ben's harsh words.

He heard Ben laughing above him, heard screams…shouts…pain…his vision blurred. Everything was getting fainter.

When-

Whamp!

Freddie's eyes widened when he saw Ben collapsing on the ground. He was groaning, clutching the back of his red head tightly.

"Leave him alone," Sam's cold voice sounded above him. He looked up and found the blonde headed girl, gripping onto a chair, a wild look in her eyes. Ben's followers backed away from her. She bent down and pulled Ben up, holding him by his shirt collar. She pulled him close, their noses almost clutching.

Shivers of fear went up Freddie's spine when he saw Sam's eyes. Animal eyes…

"If you don't…I'll show you how much of a monster I am," she said.

She released Ben who fell to the ground shivering.

Freddie watched as the blonde squatted, looking at him. Her eyes betrayed none of her thoughts, two pools of deep black holes. It was then that Freddie realized…that he would never be able to understand this girl.

She was Sam…she was the girl he loved.

She bullied him, she made him wanna kill her sometimes…however she was also unpredictable…kind…and yet sometimes…so sad…so rough…

There were so many sides to Sam,

It scared Freddie.

As she reached out her hand to help him up, Freddie could feel his hands shaking just a little…shrinking away from the girl in front of him.

Sam…was Sam right…

Sam must have noticed his shivering hands too as she was smiling at him. That disgusting smile…

Who are you Sam?

For the first time, Freddie realized that the girl he loved…

Was a big fat liar.

And somehow…

That hurt.

Sam POV

"Monster," Ben called her…somehow that made her happier.

Knowing that there was somebody out there who hated her, comforted her. It gave her reason to feel miserable. Carly getting angry and walking out, made her smile. Carly had hurt her deep, but somehow, Sam wasn't angry or sad…instead an indescribable moment of happiness made Sam smile.

Then Ben turned on Freddie and Sam got real mad, without thinking she took the nearest thing she could reach. A cafeteria chair, a light weight metallic thing that she lifted easily. She slammed it down hard onto the red head and realized that she enjoyed the feeling.

She wanted to do it again, but when she found Freddie staring at her…she stopped.

And suddenly she was afraid, afraid that Freddie would reject her for who she was. He was shivering when he grab her helping hand, pulling away from her. He was disgusted by what he saw…and Sam knew it.

Somehow it hurt,

It hurt to be hated by Freddie.

"Fredwart…your weak," was all she could say to Freddie as he was getting his wounds fixed up by the school nurse. Freddie turned to stare at her and Sam flinched.

She felt exposed.

She felt threatened.

She wanted to run away.

"Liar,"

Freddie's eyes seemed to speak.

The doors of the infirmary slammed open and Carly strode in. She saw Sam and Freddie and tears of relief flowed down her eyes.

"Oh thank god you're alright!" she said to both of them. She hugged Freddie who smiled before turning to hug Sam.

"Ouch Carls," Sam said pushing Carly away, "Your hugging me too tightly."

Carly pulled away and glared at Sam. "Principal Franklin wants to see you," she told Sam. Sam faked a groan and pretended to hate the offer.

"Go," Carly said and Sam sighed, she exited the infirmary, and begun to walk towards the toilets.

Locking herself in a cubicle, Sam curled into a corner. She shivered, clenching her hands into tight fists. Her head felt light, her face was covered in perspiration, her breath rapid.

"Liar," Freddie's eyes had said to her. He had looked at her, had seen her for what she truly was…

Nothing…

What was she?

The girl thought, as she moved, so did the reflection. The mirror split, cracking into many parts. Her reflection split, showing broken pieces of her. The girl smiled and so did the reflections on the mirror.

Many people…many personalities…ugly and cracked, imperfect and stained…

So layered, so deep…

Who was she?

A murderer's spawn?

A daughter of a father who left them all?

A clone of a perfect sister?

A rough, tough girl?

A meat loving girl?

Who was she?

The girl, who had lied for so long, couldn't tell anymore.

I'm sorry folks…this story is going to become darker…and I'm seriously saying darker. If you ask me…if you don't like depressing stories then please don't read this.

Things have got to get worst…before things can get better…

I think.

I hope Sam's character is still in shape :D though I highly doubt so.