So I suck at updating, and writing in general however this idea came to me. I don't promise to be quick with updates but all you need to know is they aren't together after the arc in this story.
Disclaimer: I own like 20+ pairs of sunglasses but I don't own iCarly.
Because I Hate You.
(prologue).
It's been five months. Five months since she broke his heart, five months of pretending that it's okay that she wanted to be just friends. Five months of misery, two of which he tried drowning his sorrows in a girl who looks nothing like her. Five months of awkward silences that she tries to fill with saying she's hungry or going off on a tangent about her mom's latest boyfriend. She doesn't look him in the eyes like she use to and she has decided that her phone with all it's many games is the best thing to ever be invented, or at least he thinks she has because she's always on it. Anything to avoid quiet time. She doesn't avoid him though he sometimes wishes she would. She punches a little harder than she use to and her verbal assaults seem to have gotten more biting but she does her best to act like the two weeks of "insanity" as she so eloquently refers to their time together, didn't happen.
He lets her, he doesn't push the matter because her tone of voice when she told him she wasn't in love with him, was enough to keep him from doing anything except walking out the Shay's front door and back to his apartment where he proceeded to stay until she showed her face three days later. They had the real talk then, said they would just go back to how it was before. She punched him in the arm for good measure and threw in some new nicknames for fun. He goes with it. It's what she wants and he hasn't had to hang out with her away from Carly since that talk which he is grateful for because sometimes he finds himself wanting to shove her up against a wall and kiss her breathless, the thought usually comes after she has inflicted some form of physical pain on him or has taken another crack at his manhood. He just wants to shut her up and he knows from a lot of experience that kissing her is the quickest way to do so.
That's why when Mr Howard announces that she will be his partner for the project worth a third of his grade his face pales and he keeps his head forward. He can literally feel his stomach churn and he forces himself to breathe. He takes a deep breath and does his best not to look for her at the back of the class as the teacher reads off the rest of the pairings. He listens to find out who Carly is paired with and sighs a sigh of relief when it's Gibby. Surely Gibby will trade with him. He takes another breath and turns his head towards the back of the class to try and get Gibby's attention. Instead he sees Sam staring at him, she looks like she is on the verge of tears. He shakes his head a little and rolls his eyes because Sam Puckett doesn't cry. He feels the anger rise up in him at the thought of her actually crying over the fact that she has to be his partner and suddenly he doesn't want to switch with Gibby. He wants her to suffer. She can suffer a little. She can't even really be his friend anymore! She can't handle the idea of having to work with him and he wants nothing more than to make her do just that.
Mr Howard passes out a paper with the requirements for the project on it and he groans inwardly when he sees just how much work it really is. He lets the idea to switch with Gibby enter his head again because he knows Sam won't do any of the project and Carly would pull her weight. He chances a glance back at his two best friends again and sees Sam trying and failing to make Carly do something, probably make her switch partners, because Carly is shaking her head no and the anger comes back full force. Sam will be his partner, whether she wants to be or not.
He wishes for the bell to ring but the clock on the wall informs him he still has 13 minutes left in this class. He zones out thinking about the amount of time him and Sam will have to spend together and how much she'll hate it. He doesn't notice when she sits down beside him or the fact that everyone is up and moving to their partners. His eyes are are unfocused and he's staring at a spot on the wall dazed. She flicks him on the ear and he's broken out of his trance. He glares at her and she glares back.
"I'm not doing anything for this, I hope you know that." She states with an irritated tone and his eyes drift to her lips before moving up to her eyes. She allows the eye contact for all of a split second before she stares off in the distance. He shakes his head at her.
"Yeah you are." His tone is defiant. He pulls out a pen and starts writing his name and hers on the project paper. Dividing the work equally making sure that he has the harder part of the project out of force of habit more than anything else. She pulls a sharpie out of her backpack and begins writing on his arm as he's writing. He stops writing and grabs the marker out of her hand before she can object. She smirks and pulls out a red marker instead and he raises his eyebrows at her before rolling his eyes. She gives him a smug smile when she's done and his arm now reads in big bright red letters, "I'M A DUMBASS!" with five exclamation points.
"Can you please take this seriously for two seconds?" He all but growls at her.
"I told you, I'm. not. doing. anything." She pauses between each word for effect, sighs and changes her position so that her legs are now on the desk.
"You would have had to work if you were someone else's partner, you're gonna help me."
"But I'm not someone else's partner, I'm yours, and you're Freddork and you're gonna do the whole thing by yourself." She smirks at him.
"Why did you try and get out of working with me if you think you have it so easy being my partner?" He doesn't know why he asks, but he counts it as a victory when her smug smile falters. A look of panic crosses her features but it's replaced by a look of boredom soon after and he's back to wanting to shut her up even though she hasn't said anything to warrant such an action. She's quiet for what seems like forever but is probably a whole 20 seconds.
"Because I hate you." It's quiet and it take him a second to register what she's said. It's the first time that sentence has been uttered since 5 months ago and it all but knocks the breath out of him. She smiles at him and takes the paper from his grasp and begins marking out her name and writing his next to every single part of the project and he can't move, he can only stare at the girl in front of him. When she's done she places it back in front of him and then begins writing on his arm again. She adds a carrot sign and a BIG between the words a and dumbass. He can't help but be proud that she put the carrot sign. All he can do is watch. He knows he needs to say something, anything, but those four words have rendered him speechless,
"So I assume we will be working on this thing at your place?" She says as she continues to draw on his arm, this time adding a smiley face looking cartoonish creature of some sort.
"Uhhh." He hesitates because the last time she was at his "place" was 5 months ago and he's not entirely sure he wants her there.
"Uhhh…" She drops her voice a few octaves and mimics him, all the while drawing on his arm, this time pushing his sleeve up so she can doodle on his bicep. She smiles at him again and his insides turn to mush and when did he become so completely powerless to that stupid smile?
"Yeah, sure, I mean.." He stutters over his words and she stops drawing. She looks up at him and makes real eye contact with him and his insides flutter.
"We can work on it in the library or something." She shrugs and drops her eyes back to her masterpiece she's creating on his arm. He can't help feel disappointed that she didn't push the matter more.
"No, it's cool, my apartment's fine." He hears the words come out of his mouth before he has registered what he's just said and she tilts her head so that her hair falls in her face but he can hear the smile in her voice when she says "Cool."
"So you think you can put up with me for two weeks?" He tries to sound sure of himself but his voice comes out hesitant.
The bell rings then and she is brushing her fingers down his arm as she replaces his sleeve and he tries not to notice how his skin tingles. She puts the cap back on her marker and places it in her backpack.
She shrugs as she stands. "Pshh what's two weeks? I think I can handle two weeks Freddie." He can't help the look of shock that crosses his face that she called him by his real name and she's bounding off, linking arms with Carly before he can process what's just happened. He grabs his backpack and puts it on one arm, and checks the other to see what's all over his other. He pushes up his sleeve and can't help the laugh that escapes him when he sees that she's written almost all of his nicknames, various letters in capitals. He almost drops his backpack when he sees that the capital letters equal the word MINE.