Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first iCarly fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it. The Seddie Arc never happened in this world (though I do love the Seddie Arc…) So, originally this was going to be a oneshot with just the ending of the story. But I decided to make it a chapter fic and see how it worked out. I hope you enjoy it! I'm eager to see what you think!

Also: Jack Hutchins is an original character. He and his name were just made up. Any similarities to real people is entirely a coincidence. (Because I googled the name and actual results came up. Jack Hutchins in this story is completely fictional.)

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. The title comes from the song Poison and Wine, by the wonderful Civil Wars.

iDon't Love You (But I Always Will)

Chapter One: iThink He's After Her

Jack Hutchins was trouble. First, there was his appearance. He was the sort of guy that at one look Mrs. Benson would have put three more deadbolts on her front door. He dressed in leather, had tattoos of grotesque images on his arms, had at least five piercings in each ear, and one on his lip. His hair was dyed black, and he wore dark eyeliner.

And that was just his appearance. He didn't just dress the bad boy, as some liked to do. He was bad inside and out. He slept through class on a regular basis, and when he wasn't doing that he was bad mouthing the teacher. Outside of class, he was egging teacher's cars and stealing lunch money off freshmen.

But he was also, somehow, a ladies man. Despite the fact that he was very clearly a jerk, as soon as he singled out a lady to woo, he could do it no problem. 19 years old and still a junior, Jack Hutchins was one to avoid. On his good side? He manipulated you. On his bad? He made your life a nightmare.

And Freddie was pretty sure he was after Sam.

Freddie didn't know why, but he seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to Samantha Puckett. Not in the 'I See Dead People' kind of way, but the 'I Think That Guy Likes Her' sort of way. He didn't know why he was so attuned to it, and frankly, it kind of freaked him out. True, sometimes guys were really obvious, but there had been times when not even Carly had sniffed it out before him.

Anyway, Freddie had seen different guys and their different methods of going after Sam. Most of the really naïve ones tried to be perfect gentlemen, trying to carry her books or buying her flowers. And while most girls loved that, Sam did not. Those guys usually got beat up pretty quickly and were sent running. Then there was the opposite kind, the guys who tried to get her attention by becoming pranksters or class clowns or joining the wrestling team. Those guys tried too hard, and Sam didn't like guys who tried to be her competition. So far, the only guys he had seen have any real chance with Sam were the ones who just acted like themselves.

But Jack was different. He was, well, smooth. And he was definitely trying to get Sam's attention.

And after much evaluation of the situation, Freddie was concerned that Hutchins might be dangerously close to succeeding. And Freddie wanted him nowhere near Sam.

He didn't know when he had become so protective of his best frenemy, and he didn't know why it happened either. He just knew he cared. A lot. And, over his dead body would Jack Hutchins date Sam Puckett.

One day Freddie was sitting in the back of row of math class. He'd arrived late because he'd slept through his alarm and missed the bus, his mom was at work and he'd had to beg Spencer for a ride, and Spencer wouldn't leave until he finished gluing a frying pan to the head of a sculpture. When he'd finally arrived, Freddie hadn't wanted to draw a lot of attention to himself, so he'd slipped into the back row. And, given his usual timeliness, his teacher didn't call him out on it.

But he couldn't focus during class. Only ten minutes after he arrived he saw Hutchins (a few rows ahead) reach over to the next row and tap Sam on the shoulder, handing her a note.

Sam opened it and fought a grin. Stuffing the note in her pocket, she raised her hand.

The teacher looked surprised. "Yes, Sam?" (he had abandoned all pretense of Miss Puckett months ago. Sam was 'Miss' to nobody.)

"Right. Well, if what you're saying is true, and it's as simple as all that, why hasn't my buddy Jack here been able to graduate, yet?" Sam was grinning broadly, and Jack exploded with laughter.

Freddie didn't get the joke. The rest of the class didn't seem to get it either.

Sam and Jack had inside jokes, now?

"Maybe if Mr. Hutchins spent a little more time paying attention in class and a little less time passing notes he would have graduated by now." The teacher replied, before pretending he'd never been interrupted and continuing with his lecture.

Sam and Jack burst out laughing again. Freddie still didn't get it.

The chuckles of the two didn't die down till ten minutes had passed, and then Jack passed Sam another note. When she read it, she grinned, turned slightly in her seat so she could reach behind her and stomp on his foot, before turning back towards the teacher, a wide smile on her face.

After class, Freddie approached Sam and Carly, who were still picking up their bags. Jack plopped his books onto Sam's desk and smirked.

"Mind carrying these, Puckett? My foot seems to have been stomped on."

"Carry your own books, Hutchins." Sam said, folding her arms and grinning.

"Aww, don't be that way. Come on!"

"No!" She laughed.

"Ah, well, next time then. See you." He said, still smirking as he grabbed his books and swept away.

Sam, much to Freddie's relief, didn't watch him leave. Instead, she turned and scooped up her backpack, flinging it over her shoulder. "Let's get outta here. This room smells like burritos and Mama won't have lunch for two hours."

Freddie glanced at Carly to see if she'd seemed to notice anything odd about Jack's and Sam's interaction. But she seemed completely unconcerned. Maybe he was imagining things…

But, then again, he'd never been wrong about this before.

Author's Note: So, it's been a really long time since I've written fanfiction, and… It's so good to be back. That was insanely fun to write, so I hope you enjoyed it. Again, first iCarly fic. I hope they weren't OOC or anything. Please read and review? I love constructive criticism. You guys rock for reading this far!