I don't own iCarly. I only own my goldfish, Spazzy. He just drowned. Dumbass. I don't own him anymore. aw. This story was inspired by stupid, snotty Carly's treatment of Sam. It's truly messed up. Just watch iHeart Art, iGot Detention, or any other episode and you'll see the way Carly treats Sam. Carly is Bitchy
Sam's POV
Good Girl.
Aw, who learns fast?
Bad Sam! We do not do that!
I was so obedient. So loyal. So afraid to lose the person who actually cared about me. But not anymore, I'm not her fucking dog. I'm not her goddamned four legged friend. She treats me like a fucking pet! All she does is act like I'm her guard dog, her golden retriever. Everyone see's it. Even Freddie gets pissed off when she does it. And she knows she does it too. Everytime she says it, she gets this little smartass glint in her eye. Well, I refuse to let her get away with it anymore. I will calmly tell her I'm tired of it. Well, that was the plan when I walked into school that morning. I walked up to my locker and saw Carly waiting for me.
"You're late! What did I say about blowing off school?" She scolded. I sighed.
"It's innapropriate and rude." Just like your treatment of me.
"Good Girl." I snapped. At that moment, I did something I never thought I'd do. I punched Carly in the mouth. She gasped and looked at me. I grebbed her by the collar, lifted her up, and slammed her back into the lockers. I glared into her fear filled eyes.
"I. Am. Not. Your. Fucking. Dog. Bitch." I growled. I slammed her into the lockrs once more, for good measure. Then I turned around and walked away, ignoring my bleeding ex-best friend.