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Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, but if I did, I probably wouldn't be writing fanfiction about it.

Freddie's POV

Today was the day. Finally. I had been waiting a long time for this. Now it would only be a few more minutes before it happened. I was pretty nervous, and my stomach kept doing flip-flops and making me feel sick.

As I looked around the elaborately decorated room, I had to wonder how the hell I ended up here. If someone had told me five years ago that I would be here today, I would've told them they were crazy. I guess a lot can happen in five years. Heck, a lot can happen in five weeks. I thought back, trying to pinpoint the exact moment it all started, and I came back to that day in Ridgeway's hall after school, shortly before graduation. The day I got in what would turn out to be the most important fight I would ever be involved in. The day that would lead me to go on a journey I never imagined I would go on. The day I found out the truth about my dad.

5 years ago…

She was at it again. I just sighed and tried my best not to get angry. "Sam, I didn't get much sleep last night, I got a B minus on my history report, and I am notin the mood to deal with this right now."

"Oh wah," she said, making a fake crying noise. "Please Benson, no one likes a whiner."

"I mean it Sam." Boy she was really getting on my nerves today. "Just drop it now."

"Hey, it's not my fault that you're in love with someone who'll never love you back."

"You don't know that. Carly could come around."

"Yeah, right. And I maybe I could become Queen of England. Face it Fredwina, no girl in her right mind could ever love a dork like you. Especially Carly. So why don't you just give up already?" Her eyes seemed to mimic the smirk on her lips as she said the words spitefully.

Something inside snapped. I couldn't take it anymore. "That's it Sam! I'm not putting up with this shit anymore! I know you're Carly's friend but that doesn't mean I have to put up with you when you keep treating me like this. I don't even know why Carly would ever want to be friends with such a self-centered, inconsiderate excuse for a human being like you."

Sam's smirk quickly faded. As she stared at me menacingly her blue eyes turned a dark turquoise-gray. Her attitude oozed complete hatred toward me, and she looked at me like she thought I was the lowest form of life to ever step foot on the planet. I had to admit, it scared me a little. I'd seen her mad at me before, but never this mad. She spoke, and this time there was no teasing in her voice. She said only a few words, but they cut me like a knife.

"I hate you." She didn't yell it. No one in the crowded hall at Ridgeway heard it but me. Maybe it would have been better if she had yelled. I was used to the yelling, and I could handle it. But this was worse than yelling. Her voice when she uttered these three simple words was meaner than all the yells and threats she had ever let come out of her mouth put together. Usually, even when she yelled, there were many levels to her voice. There was anger obviously, but also underlying tones of sarcasm and sadness. Now I only heard one thing in her steady, non-hesitant voice: pure, undeniable hatred.

"Why?" I wasn't being nearly as quiet as she was. "Why, of all people on Earth did you choose to hate me? What have I ever done to you?"

"What did you do? Ha, nothing except ruin my entire life."

"How? Now I know that you think I'm nerdy and that it annoys you but that doesn't mean—"

"I didn't mean with your nerdiness stupid. No, you started making my life miserable the day you were born."

"But I didn't even know you then, how could I—"

"Well I guess it doesn't surprise me that your psycho mother wouldn't tell you about our dads. It might scare her precious Fredward." And with that she gave me one last evil stare and headed toward the double-doors to exit the school.

"Our dads? What about our dads?" I called after her, but she was already gone.

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