Haha, here's the first chappie. Sam is pretty violent....not really. XD Oh yeah, I don't own iCarly. Pfft.

"And, I like, totally spit in his face! It's like Girls Choice all over again, but with a different guy!"

I felt like strangling my best friend again. Carly was so superficial and girly. She was my best friend, but Carly could really get on my nerves. My name is Sam Puckett, and I'm sixteen stinking years old. My best friend in the whole world, Carly, was complaining about spitting in some random boys eye when he was about to ask her to dance.

We were both walking to Carly's house. That torturous mental institution called school was finally over. I hadn't seen the Fredward nub since lunchtime. His mother asked him to come quietly with him. I saw the look in his eyes as he said his goodbyes to Carly. It was filled with…ugh. Whatever it was, it got on my nerves. I didn't say goodbye to him, though. I simply turned my head and stared at Ms. Briggs, even though I wasn't paying attention to anything she was saying.

"It was so horrible, Sam!" Carly squealed, putting her tiny hands on my shoulders and shaking me. "Horrible!"

I felt like my rolling my eyes but chose not to. We were about to get inside Carly's apartment when the door right across from hers flew right open. It happened to belong to Fredward Benson, longtime nub and complete loser. He ran to Carly with a worried and protective expression on his face.

"Who is it?" he asked. "What do you need, Carly?"

Carly nearly broke down into tears. I felt like tackling both of them. Instead, I socked Freddie in the stomach. He doubled over, gasping for breath. Carly's jaw dropped. I ignored her. "Well, nubster, if she was in trouble she didn't need any help from you." I felt some strange satisfaction from punching Freddie. I felt like doing it again.

"I'm fine, Freddie," Carly said in that annoying tone of voice again. "The hottest guy in school was about to ask me to the dance, and I ended spitting in his face! Does that seem fine to you?"

She threw her hands up in the air and unlocked the door to her apartment. We all walked inside the apartment, expecting to see Spencer and one of his crazy sculptures. He wasn't there. I strode straight to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Ham sounded very good right now. Sure enough, I found a couple pieces and wolfed them down.

"Very appealing," Freddie told me in a mocking tone.

I glared at him while eating another piece of ham. "Oh, shut it Benson. Go do your geek stuff, okay?"

Carly rolled her eyes and screamed like a whiny child. "STOP IT!" she screamed in the shrillest voice possible. "I JUST GOT TURNED DOWN BY THE HOTTEST GUY IN SCHOOL! AAH!" She threw her backpack at me. I ducked and it hit the refrigerator door. Freddie gave me a nervous glance. I didn't bother returning it.

I opened a bottle of Peppy Cola and drank it in a gulp. "Fine, fine, Carly, I'll shut my trap if he does."

"Yeah, right," Freddie mumbled under his breath.

Rage coursed through my veins. I finished off the Peppy Cola and crumpled it into a ball. Using all the strength I could possibly muster, I flung it and Freddie, aiming for his stupid little head. It bounced of his cheek, leaving and ugly red mark in its place. Carly sat on the couch and turned on the T.V. I picked up my backpack up my backpack and started to leave.

"Where are you going?" Carly demanded.

I didn't answer her at all. I didn't feel like obeying Carly's demands. I didn't want to. I left the apartment and slammed the door shut. My mind was still replaying the incident with the can. I had never meant to hurt anyone like that. My school counselor kept telling me not to be so violent, but I just couldn't help it.

I think I learned it from my mother. She is as violent as I am.