iJust Need U Ch 5

A/N: Sorry it took a while to update. Busy busy. I realize this chapter is a little heavy, I'm going to ease up the drama in the coming chapters. Please review and enjoy my little Spamlets

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Freddie froze mid-step and looked at the faces of everyone in the room. Carly was wide-eyed and pale and her lower lip trembled slightly. She looked like she was going to burst into tears any moment. Next he looked at Sam, flushed and trembling. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, her normally full lips were mashed together in a tight line and her big blue eyes were shining with unshed tears. The girls were obviously hurting, badly and he didn't know what he should do. He glanced to the last occupant of the room and flinched back. Spencer's jaw was clenched tightly and his brow was drawn down into an angry line over his narrowed, flashing eyes. He was looking from Carly to Freddie with an irritated, disappointed expression.

Carly broke the silence with a heavy sob as she flung herself into Freddie's arms. He pulled her tightly to his chest and rubbed his hands up and down her back in an attempt to calm her down.

"Would someone mind telling me what's going on?" Freddie asked quietly. He glanced to the others in the room but Spencer had focused his attention on Sam and the blonde was still staring at the floor. Freddie looked away from Spencer and Sam to glance at Carly who was still crying quietly into his chest. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently away so that he could look into her eyes. "I need you to fill me in here Carly. What in the world is going on?"

The brunette looked at the floor and mumbled quietly. "I t-told Sam about… us."

Sam had calmed down a bit and pulled away from Spencer to watch the exchange between her two best friends. Once Carly told Freddie that Sam knew the truth, the boy paled considerably and turned to the blonde.

"Listen Sam, last night I… I'm sor..."

"Save it nub, I already told you it didn't mean anything." The blonde growled at Freddie viciously.

He scowled at the insult. "Jesus Sam! Why the hell are you so upset then?"

"Maybe I'm upset because my two best friends have been dating behind my back! How would you feel if I did that to you guys huh? How did you feel Carly, when you found out that me and Freddie kissed and didn't tell you?"

Freddie and Carly stayed quiet at Sam's outburst. They looked at her with guilty eyes but they said nothing. Carly remembered how hurt she was when she had found out about their kiss only after Sam had been pumped full of 'Wacky Gas'. She truly felt bad for wanting to keep hers and Freddie's relationship a secret in the first place.

"Why would you keep something like this from me?" Sam's voice was so small and so hurt, like nothing they had ever heard from her.

She waited, for an apology, an excuse, anything! But they just stared at her guiltily and that was probably the worst thing they could've done in that moment. Sam was hurt and furious and so ready to walk out of there and never look back.

"I'm outta here." Said Sam as she made a break for the front door.

Spencer bounded across the room and grabbed the blonde by the wrist, halting her escape. He'd be damned if the trio was going to leave things like this and he'd be damned if he was going to let her go suffer alone.

"I don't think so kiddo." He said, trying to pull her back to the couch. She dug her heels into the floor, refusing to budge.

"Let me go Spencer." She said quietly, keeping her eyes on her toes.

"No can do shortcake. You three need to sort this out." He looked pointedly to each of the teenagers. "Now all of you sit down."

Carly and Freddie sat on the couch without protest but Sam stubbornly remained standing in her place halfway between the door and her two best friends. The blonde looked up at Spencer through narrowed eyes. She needed to escape! And he wouldn't let her.

"I said LET ME GO." Sam growled, swinging her free hand toward Spencer's face. He caught it mid strike and glared down at her. He wasn't surprised that she lashed out, in fact he was expecting it. She stared up at his towering form with wide, shocked eyes. She wasn't used to not hitting her mark, or being over powered for that matter.

"No Sam." He said firmly and jerked her toward the equally surprised forms of Carly and Freddie. He dropped into the last space left on the sofa and pulled Sam onto his lap. The other two teenagers continued to gawk silently at the scene in front of them.

The blonde flushed prettily as her heart beat sped up. She couldn't believe that he was holding her like this, as if he liked her. Maybe like she liked him. She felt a warmth spreading through her body as she thought this, and had almost let herself melt into his embrace when he locked his arms around her, trapping her own against her sides.

"There, now you aren't going anywhere until this is settled." He said angrily. She was abruptly jerked out of her warm, fluffy fantasy world and into harsh, cold reality. His embrace was tense and dominating, not warm and romantic.

Stupid Sam. Of course he doesn't like you, why would he?

She really hated reality sometimes.

Sam decided that it was pointless to try and fight anymore and sat quietly, staring down at her lap.

"Right," Spencer said with authority. "Someone start talking."

They all sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. The only sound in the loft was the tick tock of the meatball wall clock in the kitchen.

"Look Sam," said Carly as she stood, "it was my idea not to tell anyone. It's not like you were the only person we didn't tell." She said shakily as she ran a hand through her shiny brown hair. Freddie stood and took his girlfriend's hand.

"We weren't trying to hurt anyone, Sam. We just wanted to be together without having to deal with other people's input for a little while. We're sorry." Freddie said earnestly.

Sam knew that they were trying to reassure her that it was nothing personal, nothing against her, but she just didn't see it that way and it hurt all the more that they didn't see how they were only hurting her more.

"So what your saying is that there's no difference between keeping this kind of secret from me and keeping it from everyone else you know? I thought I was your best friend, I thought I was a little more important to you guys than the rest of Seattle." Sam slumped back against Spencer and closed her eyes. She was tired and totally ready for this conversation to be over.

Carly stepped forward. "Why do you always do that? Why do you always have to try and find a way to make everything about you?" Freddie put a hand on Carly's delicate shoulder.

"Carls, enough."

"No Freddie! I'm sick of this," She turned back to Sam, "I didn't want to tell anyone because I wanted to enjoy being in love with my boyfriend without the high school drama for a little bit. I didn't want to tell YOU because I didn't want either of us to be ridiculed every time we so much as look at each other! You wanted the truth, well now you have it!" Carly took a step toward Sam who was still looking at her lap. "Are you happy now? Why couldn't you just accept our apology and drop it?"

Spencer had unknowingly loosened his grip during Carly's rant and Sam took the opportunity to stand and face the other girl.

"Geez Carls, I didn't know you thought so lowly of me. I'm happy for you both, really."

"Look, maybe we need to cool off for a while ." Carly said, still upset. She turned on her heel and headed for the door. "C'mon Freddie let's go see a movie or something."

"That okay with you Spence?" asked Freddie.

"Yeah. Back by ten." The older man mumbled.

Freddie looked up at Spencer but the older man was looking at Sam with so much worry, and, dare he say it, love that Freddie was left speechless. He moved his gaze to Sam, the blonde was staring at her feet and had her arms wrapped around her trembling body. She was silent, but Freddie could see her tears falling like raindrops from her chin to the hard floor below. He turned back to Carly, grabbed her hand and left the loft quietly.

Spencer heard the soft click of the door and knew that they were alone. He wasn't sure if he was happy about that or not.

He was sure that he couldn't stand seeing her there, crying silently and holding herself as if she were trying to give herself comfort. He would bet that she suffered silently and alone all of the time and he hated it. No way in hell was he was going to let her suffer like this right in front of him. Spencer was at her side in two strides. He pulled her petite form into his arms roughly, buried his face in her mess of golden curls and rocked her lightly from side to side, making gentle shushing noises.

"It'll be okay shortcake, you'll see."