A/N- Hey guys it's me, I know I've been missing in action the last couple of weeks, but it's a crazy life I live. I'm back hopefully. I just wanted to post the first chapter of this story to start promoting it, do not fret though What Happens in Italy is still my main priority and I should have that next chapter up this weekend.
Now back to this story. It is my alternate world where iCarly web show doesn't exist. Sam is a complete stranger to Carly and Freddie, but the same awesome trouble maker. All the characters are the same, just added to Freddie's list of abilities a little bit.
The title is based off of Demi Lovato's newest song Heart Attack. If you haven't heard kill yourself! -_- Just kidding, but you should listen to it, great song especially if you're dealing with the same issue.
Hope you enjoy. Please Review and stay tuned for more chapters to come... after I finish up What Happens in Italy... :)
Disclaimer- I don't own iCarly
I hate riding in the car with my mother. It's like a never ending rambling of unnecessary bullshit.
"Sam, did you hear a word I just said to you?" She asked as she pulled my headphones out of my ear.
"Yeah, Pam, I've been hearing you since yesterday." I answered back folding my arms over my chest and rolling my eyes.
"Don't call me Pam, Sam, and I'm serious. This is your third school in the past two years this is getting ridiculous." My mom snapped back. I really didn't know why she cared so much. She's never around I swear this is the longest I have seen her since I entered middle school. She's basically a traveling sales woman. She goes from state to state selling shares for some company. It pays the bills, somewhat, but she's never around. "This is your last chance Samantha Puckett, and I'm serious…"
"I KNOW MOM! Damn, just give it a rest already." I was irritated by this point. I knew the consequence if I got into anymore serious trouble, the judge made that clear.
This was my third school in the past three semesters. I had managed to get kicked out of the school I started in my freshmen year right before winter break because I pulled a harmless prank on a few of my teachers. Let's just say they didn't find it funny, as matter a fact it marked my first of many trips to juvenile detention. It was only for a day, but still that was when I went from Sam the troublemaker to Sam the criminal. The next school had gotten a hold to my rep, I got into a few fights and they said alternative school or pull me out of the district before this year, my junior year. My mom chose the latter.
They switched me to private school in hopes that my behavior would improve by being around more "positive" influences, but rich bad asses tend to be more trouble than poor bad asses due to the fact their parents buy their way out of trouble. I fell right into that crowd. I lasted for four months.
Now I'm at school number four Ridgeway High. My mom put me back in public school, what was the point in her wasting money in me getting kicked out of private school. My mom pulled up in front of the school, and put the car in park. I looked out the window and saw the people I was supposed to spend my last two years of high school with. When things couldn't seem to look bleaker the cheerleaders walked by the car managed to look me up and down before whispering and laughing as they walked away.
"Cheerleaders, the bane of my existence," My mom rolled her eyes and tried to smooth out my hair, but I moved when she tried to touch me.
"Look kid, I know these last few years have been rough for you with me traveling so much and your sister being gone, not to mention your dad…" She started, but I cut her off before she could begin on my dad. "But, I can't keep cutting you slack. Therefore, if you ruin it at this school… I'm sending you to Texas to live with your father."
I jerked around and starred at her. "What, mom you can not be serious?" I choked out. My dad had left my mom when I was three. I see him once a year when he and my twin sister come around for our birthday.
"Sam, I'm done. I don't know what else to do with you. You heard the judge one more visit to him, and you're going to juvie, not for a day or a week, but for years. I can't let you ruin your life that way. Therefore, if you can't prove that you can stay out of trouble, you're going to live with your dad."
"Man, this is bullshit…" I started rolling my eyes and looking out the window.
"HEY, WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!" She yelled at me.
I opened my door to get out. "I better get in there wouldn't want to be late to the end of life as I know it. I'll see you after school." I started to get out, but my mom stopped me.
"Actually, the agency is sending me to Las Vegas again. I'm leaving in a couple of hours." Wow, way to spring this on me. I just looked at her as she talked. "It's only for a few days, but James offered to drive you to school, while I'm gone."
James is my mom's newest boy toy they usually never last longer than a couple of weeks, but James has managed to last the past three months. I can't stand him; he's too nice, which makes me feel like he's up to something. No one is that nice without alternative motives.
"No, thanks I have my own way home." I said as I tried to get out of the car, but she grabbed my arm.
"That ride home wouldn't so happen to be from that good for nothing Dean would it?" I didn't answer my mom's question which was all the answer she needed. "Hell no Sam, I told you that boy is no good, especially after all that trouble he got you into the last few months, stay the hell away from him, Sam."
I yanked my arm away. "And, I told you to chill out, because we're not together." Technically it wasn't a lie. Dean and I met at the private school I was going to. He met my mom the night his dad bailed us both out of Juvie. He definitely left an impression on my mom. She hated him. However, we aren't officially together, just sleeping with each other. "Anyways, he's not the one picking me up, Jessica is." Now that was a lie.
Jessica was also a friend of mine from the private school. My mom wasn't as worried about her, even though she ran in the same circle as Dean and I. She nodded her head, and I got out of the car.
She drove off as soon as the door shut. I turned around and looked at my new hell hole.
I reluctantly walked up to the building and pulled open the double doors. I walked in to the bustle of the high school. Paper balls flying through the air, the sea of students, PDA in front of multiple lockers, and lastly the burnt orange and blue lettermen jackets that grace the arms of the football team and their hags.
Ah, to be in high school. I rolled my eyes as I flung my backpack on my shoulders and made my way further into the school. I looked around in search of the administration office so I could collect my class schedule, and I had a meeting with the Principal Mr. Franklin. Just what I needed another principal telling me he was going to be watching me, and one little screw up and I'm out.
I continued my search for the office, when a group of girls stopped mid-conversation to look me up and down. I rolled my eyes at them. "Gotta problem?" I asked, causing them to roll their eyes as they walked off whispering about me.
"What was she wearing?" I heard one of them comment before walking around the corner. I looked down at my clothes I thought I looked pretty rad. I was wearing a pair of baggy jeans that looked liked they were made for a male, a skin tight tank top with my plaid button up over shirt and my black high top vans ,that had my name airbrushed on the sides in my favorite color red. I guess I can see why it was foreign to my generation where you're not stylish if you're not wearing your kid sister's skirt with a pair of neon color leggings thrown under it with a matching bright top. It just wasn't me, I like to be comfortable.
"Fuck this," I huffed in frustration. I gave up on not talking to these people, and decided to ask for help in finding the office. However, it's hard to find someone to help when they're all looking at you like you have some kind of disease. I get it, you know all these people have probably known each other since elementary, and I was barging in on their territory.
I rounded a corner where I ran into the head bitch in charge. I knew it was her because she was wearing a cheer uniform, and her little pom pom minions looked like they would end my life if she broke one nail in our collusion. I looked down at my backpack that had managed to spill all over the floor. Probably should've zipped it before I hopped out the car.
"Excuse you," she managed to rudely say, like I was the one not watching where I was going.
See comments like that would've ended in me kicking a bitch's ass at any of my last schools, but I was in deep shit and couldn't afford to go in under petty shit. But, that didn't mean I was letting her get away with that either.
"I believe you meant excuse me. After all you were the one too busy on your phone to see where you were going, but its okay, you're forgiven." I said with a condescending smile.
She looked at me shocked. "Excuse me?"
"That's much better. Way to be the bigger person." I said patting her on her back. I knew how she meant it, but what can I say I like starting shit with people I don't like.
She was left speechless. I could tell by the way her friends were looking between me and her, it was the first time. She stomped her foot in frustration as the first bell rang. "This isn't over; you have no idea who you just messed with Gank." She pointed at me before walking away.
"Looking forward to it, Barbie," I said back loud enough for her to hear. I know she did because she stopped at my words and grunted in frustration. It caused me to smile. Not long though as I looked down at my belongings on the ground. Bitch, was the only word that came to mind.
I bent down to pick up my stuff. A shadow cased over me. "Need some help?" A deep voice called from above.
I didn't look up. "No I got it, thanks though." I stated, but it didn't stop him from putting his books down and helping me out anyway.
We picked up my stuff in silence. He handed my last notebook. "Thanks," I said looked at him for the first time since he started helping. I couldn't help, but stare for a split second. He had the sexiest brown eyes I had ever seen I quickly snapped out of it. "Thanks, for helping me pick up my stuff." I continued.
"No problem," He said. We stood up and he picked up his books. He was wearing a lettermen jacket with a football patch, as well as an academic patch. He was taller than me though he couldn't be any taller than 5'8. He had brown hair and was very built. "You must be the new girl?" He asked after looking at me for a long while.
"Uh, yeah, I guess you can say that. How did you know?" I asked.
"Well, news travels fast around here. We have the best gossip trail in Seattle, and I've known pretty much everyone here since Kindergarten." He laughed.
I nodded my head. "I figured this was one of those schools. But, since you're actually talking to me, instead of treating me like a leper, can you please tell me where the administration office is?"
"Oh, yeah you just go back down this hall towards the front and make a left the administrative office is that first group of windows. It's slightly hidden." He said.
"Thanks, again." I said as I put my back pack back on my shoulder. The warning bell rang, and three other guys in lettermen jackets showed up.
"Let's go Benson, how bad would it look if our future valedictorian is late to class," said the tallest and chubbiest of the three, with spiky hair. He threw his arm around his shoulder pulling him away from me.
"I'll see you around." He said as they dragged him away.
The second tallest guy turned around and whistled towards my direction causing "Benson" to hit him in the shoulder and telling him to cut it out.
"I wonder what Valerie would have to say about you helping out the sexy fresh meat." The last of the four said before they rounded the corner.
Valerie, of course he was taken. Not that it mattered, jocks weren't my style. Plus,
I had Dean. I turned around to head back down the way I came towards the office. Preparing for the "you won't be in my school for long" talk, and by the events that happened already I'm sure it was true.
A/N- I'm so excited to begin working on this story. However, it won't officially be in production until I finish What Happens in Italy. I don't think I can handle both at once plus everything else I got going on. :) Review your thoughts.