A/N: And I'm back with a new Seddie Story. So I was watching The Breakfast Club when something just hit me, and bam! New Seddie plot bunny, but it's not really like TBC. The movie just inspired me to write another love/hate relationship between this two, because I miss them!

Disclaimer: I just do not own them. Yeah, that's the sad reality of things.

Warning: Swearing. lol. Just because Freddie can. ;)

A Day Gone Wrong

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"What a gorgeous day it is, isn't it Freddope?" Sam said in a fake sing-song voice as she strode over her locker with Carly. Freddie grimaced as he crossed his arms over his chest then muttered something that neither the curly blonde nor the brunette could comprehend. Ah, typical day.

"What is up?" Carly crooned lazily as she faced her friends. They were distancing themselves away from each other than usual. She didn't know what's happening but she swore the growing tension was so thick it could pass as Gibby's second layer of fat. Freddie shot an accusatory look at Sam, who was getting her lunch out of her locker.

"This animal," he said as loudly as possible, pointing his finger towards Sam's direction. She was barely listening, "Dipped my new pearpad in Spencer's tub of milk!"

"Oh." That was all Carly could give as she placed her hands on both sides of her hips, shaking her head.

"Well, it's not my fault you're too slow in catching me," Sam suddenly said, turning to face her friends. There was a jerky dangling on the corner of her mouth. "Besides, you could buy another one for me to dip into the salsa next time."

"Shut up!" He bellowed. Wow, his anger was going into a whole new level. "I worked hard for that money last summer, Sam. So don't give me that crap because my mom will not buy me another one."

"Awww, that's swell! So is mommy teaching ickle Freddie how to act like a man? "she said, clasping her fingers together to signify a mocked admiration. Carly looked alarmed when she saw his fist curling into a ball.

"Hey guys, stop," she said breathlessly, as if someone was running after her. "Please, Sam. Don't do that again. Let's understand him…apologize---"

"Sorry Carls, but the word 'apologize' just doesn't come free with my dictionary. I don't really care."

"What?"

"Did I stutter, Carly? I don't think so. See you later," Sam said, raising her eyebrows as she led the way towards the cafeteria, leaving Carly and Freddie a few steps behind. When she was out of earshot, Freddie held his hands up in the air in frustration.

"This is insane. She's insane. Can you believe it?" he asked crossly, stomping his foot so hard that it almost hit Carly's.

"I'm sorry, Freddie. I should have been there, you know. I could have stopped her," she said, exasperatingly. Then she began shaking her shoulders violently as she paced in the hallway, like she always do every time she was in panic. "Pearpad's so expensive…oh my god, the money…"

"Hey, hey Carly, it's not your fault, "he said reassuringly, trying to follow her. "It's hers. She'll have to pay for this."

"What kind of 'pay' are you talking about, Freddie?" She suddenly stopped, his voice bringing her out of her paranoia. "Like 'I'm going to let her steal money to buy me a new pearpad' or 'I'm going to play bad-ass and pull a prank on her like I'd win' pay?"

"Well, the first one will make me look like a Mafia boss and I might end in jail with her," he said slowly, brushing his chin in deep thought. "But I think the latter will do…"

"Oh no, I'm not giving you the idea!"

"You just did, Ms. Carly Shay," he said, a smile was playing on his lips. Carly didn't want this to happen; she didn't like the familiar air in his voice. "And now we'll going to have a plan."

"We? I'm staying out of this. You know what happens when you have a go with Sam…it's like a stinking death wish," she said, backing off when he stepped forward to voice his 'plan'. He groaned. "Sorry for crushing your dreams, Freddie."

"Fine, I'm going to do this all by myself. Thanks for the concern, Carly."

"Hey, it's not me you are angry with!"

"I'm sorry! I just lost 700 bucks because of that girl. That's pretty big for me."

"I know, but can't you just have someone to repair it?" Carly asked, biting her lip. She knew she was grasping an impossible straw right there.

"Nah, it's soaked inside and out. I tried to go to Mr. Hubbles to get it fixed, but it's pretty hopeless," he sighed as he started to walk towards the cafeteria. "God, I can't stand seeing her while I'm eating."

Freddie and Carly arrived in the crowded cafeteria. They automatically lingered their eyes towards the throng and saw nothing but occupied tables. Freddie looked at the farthest corner of the room to see the only available table…and there's Sam pigging herself out. He felt like this is not one of the better days of his teenage life.

"Come on, you have no choice," Carly said as she took his hand and dragged Freddie towards Sam.

"Oh hey," she said nonchalantly, her eyes darting towards Carly's hand clasped with his. "So did you just…hook up in the Janitor's closet?"

"That's not funny, Sam," Carly said, raising her eyebrows. There's something wrong in the way Sam talks today, as if she was raging in everyone by coating it with her crude sense of humor. Freddie wondered if Sam ate stale eggs this morning. "Not funny at all."

"Come on now, I'm just kidding!" She said, shaking her head. She began to laugh too, leaving Carly perplexed and rather annoyed.

"What is wrong with you?" Freddie asked, contempt was evident in his voice. Sam's shoulders stiffened when she heard his voice. It was almost cracking, uneven. But she maintained her composure and leaned forward, smirking at him.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"You're a bitch."

Sam's eyes widened at his response. That was the first time Freddie swore squarely in her face. Carly was suddenly alarmed.

"Freddie---"

"What did you say, Benson?"

"Did I stutter, Puckett? You are a bitch for pushing others around to hide your problems."

"You---"

Then a blow echoed across the room, catching everyone's attention. Carly stood abruptly to catch hold of Sam, who was trying hard to make her way to the other side of the table and punch Freddie again. The jeering cries of the students around them felt like acid in her ears.

"Please Sam, stop!"

"For you, then," she said as she stopped struggling against Carly's hold. After she released her from her restraining arms, Sam stood up and gathered her things, looking at Freddie with pure disgust in her eyes just before she walked away. The crowd parted in two as she stomped her way out of the cafeteria, looking shocked and intrigued from what they had witnessed. Freddie slumped on his seat and scratched his head furiously, feeling frustrated than ever.

"What did you just do?" Carly said in disbelief.

"I----don't know. I'll just go…" his voice trailed off as he stood and walked away from her. After a few rambled thoughts, Carly decided to follow him, ignoring the whispers of confusion between the students around her.

Feeling irritated by Sam's abrasiveness and Freddie's tactlessness, Carly fumed as she walked towards her locker to sort the things she needed for Chemistry class.

"Those bickering pigeons…" she muttered irritably, but her silent fuming was cut short when an unfamiliar woman appeared beside her, looking like the sun shone out of her butt. She hated when others are positively happy when she wasn't.

"I reckon you are Carly Shay?" The tall woman with horn-rimmed glasses asked.

"Yes ma'am, do you happen to be looking for your…um…son or daughter?" she asked as she shifted her books on her arms uncomfortably, cradling them with such care. The tall woman smiled at her.

"No, no," she said, chuckling. "As a matter of fact, I am your new guidance councilor. Ms. Brown."

"I see." Carly's voice cracked at the sound of 'guidance councilor'. "Did I get myself in trouble?"

"No of course." She laughed once again. "I just wanted to know the names of your friends who happened to be quarreling a while ago."

"Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson, Ma'm."

"I see, thank you for that bit of information!" But Carly interrupted her before she walked away.

"I'm sorry for what they did a while ago, Ms. Brown. I hope you don't suggest Principal Franklin to expel them right away…" she was spazzing, but Ms. Brown just laughed. God, she hated when people laughed at her.

"I'm not going to, silly! I'm just designing this new program of mine that might repair these barbaric relationships of the people around here into a more civilized one. I hope you'll not mention this to your friends, Ms. Shay."

"You can count on that, ma'am," Carly said, a smile was slowly forming on her lips. Smells like a plan.

A/N: HMMMMMMM. Dun, Dun, Dun. I'm excited for what will happen next. Ha, so read and review. I want to know what you think. And you can also suggest other things to be thrown into the story. Reviews always rejuvinates my muse. Cheers!