Chapter 75: The Day After
Chapter 73
I was sitting in Carly's living room, sipping a soda and talking about everything except the Super Bowl. Her place was cozy—warm lighting, tidy shelves, and Spencer's usual bizarre artwork scattered everywhere. Carly sat across from me on the couch, legs crossed, a smirk dancing on her lips after one of my jokes.
"You and Cher?" she asked, obviously fishing for gossip.
"Just good friends," I replied with a grin.
Before she could press further, the front door swung open unexpectedly.
"Is Sam here?" Freddie called as he stepped inside, glancing around.
Carly and I exchanged a look.
"No. Why?" Carly asked.
"Because I pulled a prank on her," Freddie said nonchalantly.
Carly blinked. "You pulled a prank on Sam?"
"Uh-huh," Freddie confirmed.
"What, are you tired of living? Why would you mess with Sam?" Carly asked, clearly horrified.