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It was the last day of school things were going good until Sam happened.

Freddie ran up to the two perky girls who chilled next to their lockers. Freddie smiled at the Carly, the cute brunette, who had waved back. Although he growled at Sam, the demonic blonde, who had done the same for him.

"Hey Carly You look ravishing today as always," Freddie complimented Carly. Okay yes Freddie had a slight crush on Carly well a big one but Carly had made it clear from the beginning it wasn't going to work. Carly had begged no . . . pleaded for him to get over his crush but he kept pushing. Freddie knew it was a lost cause though. Carly even though she was plenty aware of his feelings continued to go after other guys. She even talked to him about other guys. It was annoying! You see Carly had a thing for bad boys. The types who dissed and hurt girls. The type who go after sex and nothing else. You would think after all the weird and slimy guys she went after who had cheated, ignored, and left her she would go for the nice guy like Freddie. Yet no guys like Freddie were left as a last resort.

"Nub," Sam said waving her ham smelling hand in his face.

"What," Freddie said annoyed as he smacked her hand away.

"You've been staring at Carly for like an hour,"

"Well she's nice to stare at unlike you," Freddie scoffed. That was a lie. Freddie was completely aware of how attractive she was. With her blonde curls that laid lazily on her checks. Her bright blue mischievous eyes that always had a story to tell and her cute figure which was short and curvy. She was literally gorgeous. Uh . . . I mean . . . she's alright. Freddie slapped himself in the face for thinking such thoughts about his frenemy. Freddie had forgotten Sam was their. She stared at him curiously.

"Okay . . . what type of nasty thoughts were you thinking about Carly. Whoa lets keep this conversation PG-13 leave those thoughts for nighttime Fredericton." Freddie growled at Sam.

"Look I'm sorry Here let me," She pulled his pants around his ankles.

"Here I helped you already now you can take care of your business in the boys bathroom," Sam smirked although a light blush crept along her face from the vulgar joke.

Freddie glowed a bright red. Yet he wasn't the only one Carly was also beat red refusing to look Freddie in the eye.

"You know what Sam . . ."

"What Freddolph the Red Faced Dork what you going to do?" Freddie had to admit Sam was on a role.

"I'm going to . . . to," What could he do? He couldn't hit a girl it wasn't in his nature. All he could do was lamely retort back something and stomp off. Then something hit him what if he didn't have to take the abuse. Maybe he could toughen up, bulk up, and become what Carly wanted. Not someone who could be so easily embarrassed by a girl but someone who could steal girls hearts in an instinct. Someone with swagger, an attitude, Freddie Benson was going to become a bad boy.

"I know what I'm going to do I'm going to change." Not even bothering to lift up his pants Freddie excitedly waddled away.

"That is one strange boy," Sam said to Carly. Carly looked at Sam incredulously and stomped away.

Sam shrugged and went to her English class.

After Last Day of School :)))))))))) - fat chins

Freddie quickly stuffed all of his possessions in a duffel bag. His polo shirts, baggy Capri's, and tick lotion and stuffed in the bag. Freddie was packing for is Aunt Summers house for which he was spending the summer (a/n I hate making up names through out this you'll hear the dumbest names promise you :)) He was going to take this iCarly and Sam free summer to work on his personality. He would get new cloths and a new attitude. When he came back girls wouldn't know what hit them. He would be taller, leaner, meaner, and a loving machine. Freddie knew this wouldn't be some over night change. This was going to take work I mean this is Freddie he can't go into a conversation with out bringing up his new electronic devices he was now making. Freddie needed to innovate himself and fast. Ms. Benson came into the room. Freddie hadn't thought of his mother in all of this but she'd have to deal.

"Come on Freddie I warned you to pack before. Didn't I tell you we were leaving right after school. Oh . . . go say good bye to your delinquent friends. I'll pack for you." His mother shewed him out his apartment. Freddie sighed then walked into the Shays apartment. To find Carly and Sam sorting through some type of material. They muttered to themselves saying no, no, no.

"What are you doing?" He walked closer to see what they were sorting through . . . bra's. Freddie was flushed in embarrassment but the girls didn't seem to mind.

"We wanted to give the story-telling bra a family. We have the wife and grandparents ," Sam said throwing the bras at him. Landing in his hands perfectly.

"But we need the kids so were looking through Carly's bra's to find them cause their so itty bitty," Sam said playfully.

"Hey I am a healthy growing girl I'll get there." Carly testily said.

"Oh wait we should give them names . . . ," Freddie said but stopped suddenly coming to realization.

"Wait you are using your bras . . ."

"Yeah," Carly causally said.

"Whoa so these are Sam's"

"Yup,"

Freddie threw two bras in the air.

"I'm a guy why would you let me hold them," Freddie said beet red.

"Your not a guy your a nub," Sam said. Carly shuck her head in agreement. She laughed along. But she didn't get it both of them. They were so comfortably around him they could put out their underwear around him. He was such a joke they didn't even feel intimidated. This hurt Freddie pride.

"I'm still a guy. You know what this is why I need to get away from you two. I need someone who takes me seriously. You know what forget both of you," Freddie stormed out of the apartment. Once he slammed the door he realized something, he still had Sam's bright red bra in his hand. Freddie blushed so hard, he must have broken something. He went back in the room awkwardly. Carly and Sam were still stunned by his little outburst.

"I have your bra," He sheepishly mumbled and gave to Sam. She also blushed furiously even though a second ago she had given him the bra. He handed it to her carefully and walked out. Before closing the door he said loudly, " I meant what I said You guys treat me like one of the girls and I'm going to change that this summer," He than walked into his apartment and got ready to leave for Aunt Summers house. Although the whole time he thought

Oh God now I know how it feels like to be Spencer.

******* LA DA DA DA DA OH It's 3 months later :O

Sam POV

Sam finally reached the lunch lady. The Lunch Lady looked at her annoyed. All the lunch lady's know Sam they knew of her big appetite and when not satisfied she had no trouble reporting you for 'starvation of the children.' The lunch lady took out three trays and dumped at least 10 pounds of chilli on each. Sam grunted at the woman and threw a 20 in the table and left. She looked for Carly and saw her at a table in the center. Sam sat at the table. Carly was accustomed to Sam's enormous amounts of food so she didn't even comment on it. Sam looked around the table the usual sat there. Gibby, His Girlfriend, Carly, Wendy and Freddie . . . wait where was Freddie.

"Hey Guys where's Freddie?" Carly looked at Sam bewildered.

"I thought he was with you. He's always in your classes,"

"Nope I haven't seen him all day,"

"Maybe he was sick or absent,"

"That kid never missed a day of school a day in his life, much less the first day of school."

Carly nodded in agreement. The girls started having a silent conversation to each others. Worried about Freddie and about what he had said before he had left. Had he gotten in to some trouble? "OH MY GIBBY that new kids smoking hot," Wendy said out loud. Carly and Sam looked up a muscular boy walk into the room. He wore a white wife-beater cover with a black leather jacket and loose skinny's with some high tops. His hair swept to the side messily but it was somewhat groomed. His face chiseled with intense brown eyes. And this beautiful piece of male was . . .Freddie Benson?

"oh," Carly started silently.

"my," Sam said.

"GIBBY," Gibby finished loudly ripping his shirt and started dancing on the tables.

"What he said," Sam said.

Freddie POV

Freddie walked inside the school and realized it was his lunch period. He was late because well that's what bad boys did. They arrived late and didn't care about anything. He stopped in front of the cafeteria. He shrugged his shoulders, lowered his skinny pants. He wiped the smile off his face and swaggered into the room. It was a walk he had practiced for months. When he reached the table they sat at he saw Sam and Carly's mouths on the floor. Carly gazed at him desirably while Sam looked at him as if he were a piece of Christmas ham. This felt good. Resisting the urge to run up to them both and point out happily that they found him attractive he contained himself and swaggered himself skillfully up to them.

"Hey Carl's and Sam,"

"Hey," Carly said weakly after she GIGGLED AND HAIR FLIPPED. Whoa, he knew she would like the like a giggle and hair flip this was big!

"Hi Fred dork," Sam still had the astonished look on her face.

"Samantha I really don't think it's appropriate to call me those names anymore," Freddie said. Wait that's not the bad boy thing to say, whats wrong with me.

"Samantha I really don't think it's appropriate to call me those names anymore," Sam mocked. Freddie sighed. He was defiantly sick of the abuse. Freddie thought vigorously,as fast as he could. He knew what a bad boy would do. They would be swave. They wouldn't let anything get to them. They would stand up to Sam not cower under her murderous glare. It was as Freddie's body took over him.

He leaned in close to Sam's ear. Her unruly blonde hair tickled his face. There was a faint scent of pineapple.

"Well than I should give you a nickname, Princess Puckett that seems fit," He leaned back. He looked at Sam's shocked face. He didn't stick around to find out what type of violent act she would bestow upon him. He started to walk quickly away while still trying to keep his swagger. He was so focused on his steady strive that he bumped into Shannon. Freddie was surprised. He had not seen Shannon since him, Carly, and Sam had tried to set him up with Gibby, which had been a disaster! Especially since Shannon had a crush on him!

Freddie had rejected her so many time but that had been a mistake. Shannon had became the most popular and hottest girl around. Guys would cut off their ears for her, which, as I heard, someone had done before. Well after that Shannon had been so wrapped up in her admirers to notice Freddie. She almost resented Freddie for rejecting her.

"Hello Freddie," Shannon purred. Oh My Gibby.

"He. . . lo Shannon," Freddie couldn't help but notice Shannon low- cut shirt. It well looked . . . um nice on her . . . ah well you know what I mean, hormones sigh.

"You're looking absolutely . . . delicious. You've been working out,"

This was not a situation he was used to. She was flirting with him! I mean girls have flirted before but not this hot! He had to keep his cool. The more flustered he looked the more she thought she was in control and that was NOT happening.

"Yes I have you're also looking okay,"

"Okay," she looked genuinely offended by it. Freddie hoped he hadn't gone to far. She just plastered on a determined face and stared him off. She pressed closer to him. The blood was rushing, his heart beat faster, his hormones off the chart.

"I know I look more than okay," She slipped something in his front pocket and walked off . . . no strutted off owning the cafeteria.

She had given him her number. He looked at it as if it was the holy grail. He shoved it in his pocket.

Being a Bad Boy was better than he thought.

Little did he know that a very jealous Sam stared him down from a far.

This is my Bad Boy fiction. It won;t be to long. I'm actually starting another fiction it will be drama/thriller/romance as always but twice the romance twice the drama but maybe not as much thrill but we'

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