Hello my fellow fanfiction readers! This is my second fanfic so please review to tell me your favorite part or what I can do to make it better!
Bold is flahback and italicised is thoughts.
If I owned iCarly, iBeat the Heat would be sooner. :(
Principal Franklin POV- 6:00AM Day 1
I sighed heavily, looking at another pair of Gibby's ruined underwear, courtesy of one Samantha Puckett. Not that anyone called her Samantha. No, it was a death wish to call Sam by her full name. I sighed again when I looked at my schedule for today. I had five meetings, four of which were with concerned parents that worried for their child's safety around Sam. I couldn't exactly blame them, considering all that she had done to traumatize their children. I had to do something, anything to stop this. A rapt knock on my office door and I looked up in confusion. School didn't start for another hour and I couldn't imagine who would want to speak to me this early on a Monday morning.
"Come in." I called politely, leaning back in my chair. One of my favorite students walks through the door. She hesitates behind one of the chairs and I can tell she's nervous.
"Principal Franklin, I have an idea to stop Sam." Her words were like an answer to my prayers, so I motion for her to sit down and I lean forward in my chair attentively.
"Explain." I encourage her when she pauses awkwardly.
"Well, I know why Sam's been acting worse than usual lately." She says, gaining a little confidence. I raise my eyebrows in surprise.
"You do?" My curiosity grows when she nods her head in confirmation.
"Sam has a huge crush on Freddie but she still thinks that he likes…someone else. Only, I've been watching Freddie and I'm sure he likes Sam back. Not that either of them will ever admit it. I have a plan, even an excuse that you can give her as to why she has to do this." She tells me. I look at her in shock, trying to process.
"Sam and Freddie? Are you quite sure?" I question her. It would be beyond disastrous if anything went wrong. I didn't see how, but Sam could possibly get in even more trouble than she does now.
"Believe me, I'm sure." She smiled at me and I found myself smiling back.
"I'm listening."
Sam POV- 12:00PM Day 1
I leaned against my locker during lunchtime, listening to Carly babble on and on about her date with Griffin last night. I did my best to keep up, but I just wasn't the type of person that could listen to girl talk for hours on end.
"Samantha Puckett to the principal's office. Samantha Puckett to the principal's office, please." A nearby loudspeaker blared to the whole school. I pushed off my locker and crack my knuckles in anger. Carly sighs and puts her hand on her hip.
"What did you do now?" she asks, somewhere between amusement and frustration. I shrug my shoulders noncommittally. This week, I had given Gibby that Texas Wedgie, egged Mr. Howard's house, rigged water balloons to splash the choir during their performance, purposely set off a chemical stink cloud in chemistry, pantsed Freddie in front of the entire cheerleading squad and broken Ms. Briggs bagpipes. At least, that was all I could remember that I had done this week.
"What haven't I done?" I say, turning my back to her and walking towards the office. "See you later, Carls!" I call to her, still upset. I stroll into the office like I own the place and make a beeline for Cindy's desk. I slam my hands, palms down, onto her desk. She jumps and turns white when she sees me.
"C-can I help you, Sam?" she stammers nervously, I barely hold back a grin. Oh, she knows exactly what she has done wrong. I lean closer to her, narrowing my eyes.
"Oh, so now I'm Sam? Not Samantha?" I spit out the name in contempt. It was common knowledge that I hated my real name, and the few that dared me to call me by it didn't exactly get on my good side. Case in point, the choir director had called me Samantha last week. Seeing his entire choir pummeled with water balloons right in the middle of their recital had been my revenge. A smile almost twitched across my lips at the memory.
"I have to call you by your full name when calling you up to the office. It's the school rules!" Cindy pleads her case desperately. She had defiantly heard about the choir incident. I slam my palms down on her desk again.
"I suggest you speak with Principal Franklin about changing that rule." I say, allowing the slightest hint of menace to color my tone. She looks away, intimidated.
"I'll talk to him." She agrees, breathing a sigh of relief when I back off. I startle her by showing off my most stunning grin.
"Thank you, Cindy." I say sweetly as I slide my hands off of her desk. I turn my back on her and walk into Principal Franklin's office without knocking. He leans back in his swiveling desk chair when I walk in. I rest one of my hands on the leather chair in front of his desk, throwing my backpack on the ground.
"Sup." I say, jerking my chin up as I settle into the leather chair. Principal Franklin looks at me sternly and taps his pencil on his desk.
I should have brought Carly! I curse myself for not thinking ahead.
"Sam, it has come to my attention that over the last few months you have gotten in trouble much more often then you usually do." He tells me this like it's some great big bombshell. I shrug my shoulders, unaffected. I was dealing with a lot of chizz that caused me stress, so of course I got in more trouble now. He looks confused by my acceptance of his statement. "Do you have any idea why you have gotten in more trouble lately?" he prompts me. I glare at him icily and he flinches. He regroups quickly and stares at me, expectant. I roll my eyes.
"I'm just dealing with a lot of chiz right now, okay?" I say unwillingly, knowing that the memory that still haunts me will come to me. I barely contain a shudder as it all comes back to me and I have to live it again.
Flashback
I walk down the hallways at Ridgeway, miserable. I had felt terrible ever since Carly had burst out of Freddie's apartment, panicked, and told me that she had kissed him. A few days later, it became official. I wasn't sure why it upset me so much, but the idea of Carly and Freddie had always repulsed me. I force a grin as I see Freddie and Carly through a mob of people.
"Well, good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Benson." I teased them. I really hoped they couldn't see how much I wanted to throw up with just how WRONG it seemed. Freddie would defiantly look better with someone who didn't look like his sister.
"Sam!" Carly protests, rolling her eyes.
"Stop." Freddie says, readjusting his crutches. The school bell rings and students head towards their classrooms.
"Oh, second bell!" Carly says, leaning over to kiss Freddie. A terrible feeling rips through me, making me want to drop kick Carly. If I didn't know better, I would say it was jealously. But why would I be jealous of Carly? She had an (admittedly) hot tech nub as a boyfriend. Yes, Freddie had become a guy that I considered hot, but we were just friends. For some strange reason, the thought of Freddie and I as just friends upset me way more than it should. "See you after class!" Carly tells him, walking towards her history class. A hiss escapes my teeth and I feel that insane jealously rip through me again. Why didn't I get to see Freddie after class? Whoa, wait a sec. Why would I want to see Freddork after class?
"Yeah, savor it." I tell Freddie as we watch her walk away. He looks at me in confusion.
"Savor what?"
"The love." I turn and give him an annoying head bob. "The Carly love." Freddie looks at me in amusement.
"Jealous?" he accused. I wanted to deny it so bad but, oddly, I was jealous. Why the hell would I be jealous of Carly? She was going out with….Oh, chiz. I look at him in fake disgust.
"Gross." I pray he'll buy it. Oh, chiz. Oh, chiz. How the hell did this happen? Somehow, I had a crush on FREDDIE BENSON! It was unthinkable, impossible but I did. Damn it.
End of Flashback
"I recommend that you join an after school club to take your mind off things. In fact, I have the perfect one." He hands me a pamphlet for the Drama club. I take one look at the cheesy showbiz cover before responding.
"No way!" I refuse and he gets a steely glint in his eye that I haven't seen before.
"You will do this, Sam. If you don't I'll expel you for your behavior." His voice is stern. I look at him in shock. I didn't think principals were allowed to threaten like this.
"But…that's black mail!" I accuse him. He raises an eyebrow and looks at me with cool detachment.
"It's more like a second chance. Any other principal would have expelled you by now. One more detention and I will expel you." He disagrees, threatening again. I groan, trying to avoid looking at the cover of the stupid pamphlet.
"Fine, I'll do it." I agree and he smiles warmly. I smack my hand over my eyes and groan again.
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