A/N: Hey its me Mikradios! I know that I have been gone for a loooong time, but I am back to finish what I have started, I have tried to contact fanfiction several times to recover my account, but to no avail there were no replies. Just to let you know that I am uploading all of these from the old original files that I have from my busted laptop. (Which I thank the Almighty that the HardDisk can still be accessed.) I have edited the chapters and hopefully it would paint a better picture on what's going on.

I am not clamoring for the number of reviews, but I would like to get constructive reviews if at all possible.

Without further ado, here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly. If I did, the series would still go on today :)

Chapter 1

"This is not your average love-story or comedy or what not, well it may have some along the way but this is the story of how I got respect for who I am."

"I am Fredward Karl Benson, tech geek, nerd, dork, and anything associated with the word "wimp".

Just a normal person trying to live a normal life, find a girlfriend, enjoy school, and have some fun like what the rest of the world does...
But unfortunately for me it is the exact opposite, and I know some of you have already experienced this."

I am the tech producer of a web show called iCarly, and what I mean by tech producer for iCarly is the dude behind the scenes, working his butt off to make everything happen without any compensation in any form but actually the exact opposite. I have two best friends, and pathetically enough they were girls, (well at least one of them is) Carly Shay and Sam Puckett."

"The first one is Carly Shay, brunette, slim figure, dazzling smile, awesome fashion sense, in other words 'The seemingly perfect girl' or 'every boy's dream', I loved her before and had a crush on her for God knows how long, and Sam, (ughh) the blonde-headed freak of nature who is my tormentor, bully and extortionist all in one. She was rather petite, but that never stopped her from wreaking havoc anywhere. (I would like to say more but I value my life to know the consequences of providing any more statements that are to be misunderstood.)"

"The years were unforgiving for me, high school is more like a prison, everyday I would become everyone's mop, the end of all jokes and Sam's personal punching bag. And to add insult to injury, no girl would be caught dead as my girlfriend because I was labeled the school's "joke". My self-esteem quickly fizzled to almost nothing and then I decided everything had to change"

It all began way back in high school. It was sometime in the middle of my Sophomore year. It was like every other day, the lunch bell just rang and there I was just sitting down the school stairs pondering what is there more to life. Everyday was a routine, I sat on those steps wondering, feeling down, constant pain is shooting somewhere on my body, agony piling up, humiliation, lunchless and hungry. Before I could berate myself again with another bad memory, my thoughts wander to the web show we shoot almost on a daily basis, a show where all my efforts were very much unappreciated even though I do almost all the work since I am "just" a tech producer.

Technically if it weren't for me, there would be no iCarly! I thought of the name, made the website, created the show, made everything work and hardware? my videocams, laptops and servers don't come cheap! and that is just to state a few.

Who wouldn't be depressed? Everyday is like a hammer pounding my head, my heart, and my self-esteem, turning my self-worth into almost nothing.

It was almost time for class and I was going to my locker for my books when suddenly I heard a "Sup Fredwad" with a smack to the back of my head.I turned around while trying to soothe the throbbing part. There before me was a girl, around 5 foot 2 inches in height with curly blonde hair all over.

It was none other than Sam Puckett, the dreaded blonde-haired demon.

My teeth gritted at the sight of her. I was constantly the target of her jokes and pranks and always the receiving end of the pain she always caused and not to mention the money she extorts for fatcakes or meat was understatement to the statement "bled dry".

"Ow Sam, C'mon! You didn't have to smack me in the head to say hi!" still rubbing my head from the hit.

"Suck it up nub" said Sam while warfing down a fat cake.

"Hey guys!" a cheery voice came from behind followed by the sound of skipping footsteps.

"Oh, hey Carly..." bitterness oozing from my voice. A motherly kind of concern washed over Carly's face "What's wrong?" she said.

"He's just being nubbishhh" said Sam while her mouth still full of fatcakes.

I just rolled my eyes and focused on opening my locker. I was finally able to put in my combination and proceeded to taking out my history book and chucked the rest of my stuff inside the locker.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" Carly asked still concerned. "It's nothing" I said and just shrugged and went to my next class.

I was walking down the hallway with my thoughts still on a certain uncouth blonde. Number one on my list.

Samantha Puckett.

She always made my life miserable ever since I met her, always using me as her stress reliever, and always using my money for whatever she wanted. "Im gonna get her back someday. And I'm gonna get her back big time.

" I said to myself as I paced to my next class.

As I sat in the classroom trying to listen to the teacher as she endlessly jabbers on and on about the lesson at hand, I on the other hand found myself staring into space, thinking about the year when I entered high school.

It was the first day of school, I got to school pretty early since I was psyched on getting to high school in one piece (because I already knew Sam from middle school), silently hoping that my misfortune would turn up. Then it came to me that Sam somehow made it through middle school without having to repeat the whole grade. Time seemed to slow down as my mind's imagination went haywire, trying to simulate my future high school life with Sam in it.

Shrugging the scary thought, I somehow held on to some hope and still looked forward to high school life because now I am a Freshman and being a freshman meant certain entitlements (which later on I knew wasn't much because of my overprotective mother). Then there was Carly Shay, the girl of my dreams, brown eyes, brown hair, pink lips, a person that is the exact opposite of Sam. I love her, and the only problem is... she doesn't love me. (which is also a source of my frustration)

. Sigh.

"Well at least she doesn't beat me up like a certain blonde", I said trying to convince myself.

As I was mired in deep thought, I didn't notice the sound of running feet, running feet that in a few seconds collided into my back with drop kick.I crashed face first into the cement but using my hands as a damper to somehow alleviate some of the damage.

It was Sam.

Sam bent down and looked at me.

"Hey, lookie here, a nub!"

"Get off Sam" I growled as she was still standing on my back.

"Well, you nubs all look alike" Sam said as she got off my back.

My day instantly went from hopeful to crap in a couple of minutes. "One day Puckett!, One day you will eat those words!" I threatened.

Sam turned around and looked at me with a face of disbelief.

"And how pray tell would you do it Freddouche?" Sam said sarcastically.

I looked down in defeat and dragged my feet to the lockers. And before you know it she was at my back dragging me down into an armlock which caused an uproar and it embarrassed me in front of the whole school! A boy being mopped up by a girl? Now that was ridiculous.

After class it was already lunch time. I decided to have lunch at the school's rooftop. Of course it was restricted but after learning how to pick locks from Sam (...from Sam picking my locker all the time to prank on me), I got to the rooftop to be by myself and try to think of things running in my life.

While eating lunch, I remembered the football jocks who would always pick on me and either dunk me in the toilet, or throw me across the hall, or just dump me in a trash can and let me roll.

I clenched my fists at the thought.

and then in my mind, all of the faces who called me names, dork, nub, shorty, all their faces laughing at me and then I hear something in my mind, something snapping, like a twig that was slowly run over by a car giving a loud snapping sound.

I must have my revenge, highschool is supposed to be the best years of my life, and no one is going to take it from me anymore...

A/N: Reviews let me know what you think :)