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Unspoken

A/N: thanks for joining me on the next chapter! I've got lots of inspiration for this one and I'm super excited to see where it goes. Once again this takes place pre seddie arc meaning it wouldn't end up happening that way anyway. Thx and enjoy!!!

TRIGGER WARNING: domestic violence, and there is one semi-smutty scene near the middle.

She knew that she enjoyed the game. She knew that the adrenaline rush she got from seeing his reaction to her constant teasing and taunting was inimitable. She knew that she was twisted, and had been most of her life. She knew that her twin sister spent her younger years playing with barbies and painting paper butterflies while she was busy cutting the heads off her Barbie dolls and planning her next insensitive prank. She knew that being the sister who was raised by her drunk, scummy excuse for a mother shaped her into someone to run from.

She knew she couldn't change, and for the most part, she didn't want to.

But the downfall to wearing her aggressive insanity on her sleeve was the way it would constantly repel anyone who got too close. She was painfully aware of the fact that boys would find her unappealing. Most girls would've befriended a horrific, fictional monster they'd see in their nightmares before a monster like her. She thought about her first boyfriend Frankie in the fifth grade who asked her out his first week at the new school. They'd been dating only three days when she pushed him out of a tree they'd climbed at recess time. An ambulance was called to take Frankie to the hospital (it was a pretty tall tree). When the principal asked her why she did it, she was brutally honest in her confession. "He wouldn't let me sit on the higher branch" she'd said. So she pushed him, and as he hit the ground she shouted "now I'm higher up than you!"

She had become accustomed to making boys run the other way. The only guys she ever got any attention from were teachers who gave her detention and police officers who would bring her home in handcuffs. Boys didn't like her, they liked Carly. Her best friend was the spitting image of a boy's perfect dream. She was a sweet, pretty, high achiever who used her manners and knew how to match her pants to her tops. Carly Shay was a flawless candidate for any and every guy in their grade. And in the 6th grade, she had gotten the constant attention of one boy in particular.

He was Freddie Benson, the small, nerdy boy who would've given an arm and a leg just for a short opportunity to run his fingers through her silky straight brown hair. She was Carly Shay, the goody, lovely girl who was too nice to tell him to get off her goddamn back already.

And Sam was just Sam. A girl who would never be enough to appease a good guy like Fredward Benson. Which was a relief to 12-year-old Sam. But she was forced by Carly to put up with him, and he easily became the perfect primary target for her childhood rage and aggression. So she used him as a punching bag, taunted and mocked him for the littlest of things simply because she could and he couldn't stop her. That is, not if he wanted to keep hanging out with her more appealing best friend.

As time went on, Sam and Freddie adjusted to each other's tolerated presence in their lives. They danced around each other to maintain their friendship with Carly. The brunette had only known Sam a few years longer than she'd known Freddie. And while Sam was and always would be her best friend, Freddie wasn't far behind.

By the time they entered the 9th grade, it was clear that Freddie's extensive crush on Carly had relaxed if not dissipated completely. The summer had just ended, and Carly and Sam didn't see Freddie at all during the two month hiatus from school. He had spent the summer at a computer science camp. It was the last year he was young enough to attend, so he made the most of the eight week experience.

He strolled into Ridgeway High School on the first day back to school and was only slightly disappointed when he realized he didn't share a homeroom class with Carly. But he was very evidently disappointed when he realized he did share a homeroom class with Sam.