Hey! This is my first fan-fiction. Sorry the summary sucks, but if you read the story you'll find out what happens! This story will contain BOTH SEDDIE AND CREDDIE.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Carly, blablabla.

CHAPTER ONE: iDon't Want To Have Sex

Samantha Puckett couldn't believe she was jealous. Especially since the person in question was her best friend, Carly Shay.

It seemed that it was always Carly the 'perfect' one: she was gorgeous, funny, nice and basically everybody loved her. Well – at least – all the guys did. Ever since high school had started, and that Carly started having bigger boobs and a shapely body as well, the majority of the male population at Ridgeway High was ogling her every second.

Sam couldn't stand it anymore. She felt terribly overshadowed. Because of this lack of attention, her self-confidence shattered in pieces every time she was face to face with Carly. Because she was perfect. Too perfect. And Sam knew she would never be like her.

Not only did Carly changed physically, but she changed her attitude. It seemed to Sam that Carly thought she was 'too cool' to hang out with her two best friends whose social statuses couldn't exactly be qualified as 'popular'.

Sam didn't know where to fit in. She was not like all the other girls. She wasn't the type of girl who was being constantly nice to everybody, like Carly, for example. People couldn't stand her dark and sometimes twisted sense of humor. People just didn't get her. So she mainly hung out with guys. Guys were not complicated like chicks. You could act crazy and have laughs with them. Unlike girls, they wouldn't take you too seriously.

But she never got pass the "friend zone". Ever. It seemed that 'nice' guys were just not that into her.

That's why Sam decided to go out with 'bad boy' Jonah. Over the years he had grown into a very hunky dude. He was everything Sam could ever idolize in a guy: he was strong, confident, tough and hot. Although there may be one tiny little problem: he had a terrible reputation. Yes – Sam was aware that he had slept with probably over a hundred different girls; yes – he was a stoner and he owned a motorbike and yes – he was a complete jerk – but Sam didn't care. She liked the fact that she was the only person that wasn't scared of him. She liked the fact that their relationship was simple, with no strings attached.

Jonah had come over to Sam's place after school, as usual. Sam was about to open her books to study for her trigonometry test when Jonah placed a kiss on her lips.

"We're supposed to be studying –" she said, and almost laughed at herself. She never studied for her tests.

"Forget trig," he whispered. "Let's make out."

She pushed him back indignantly.

"Absolutely not! If I fail this quiz, I am so dead…" she protested.

He kissed her again, but this time she gave in. They made their way to her room, almost tripping on each other as they moved.

"Are your parents home?" he asked.

"Nope…"

"Good."

He kissed her more forcefully and pushed her down onto the bed. They continued kissing like that for a while, their hands roaming around each other's entire bodies.

But things started to get awkward when Jonah unbuttoned Sam blouse. She immediately pushed him away and sat upright.

"What are you doing?!" Sam asked, confused.

"Well – you know…" he said, grinning.

"How many times have I told you that I'm not ready for this yet?" she said, buttoning up her blouse. Her cheeks were red from embarrassment.

"Come on. You know you want it..." Jonah said in a suggestive tone.

Ugh. He was disgusting. That was the one problem with Jonah. It seemed that the only thing in his mind was sex. Sometimes Sam wondered if he was only with her to use her. That was probably the case. The truth is, that didn't really bother her. What bothered her was the sex. She wasn't ready for it. And somehow, she felt, deep inside, that she especially shouldn't have her first time with Jonah.

He leaned towards her and attempted to kiss her again. She immediately pushed him away.

"Jonah - we're not having this conversation again!" Sam shouted. "Can't you just understand that I'm not ready?"

"Why are you being such a bitch??" Jonah said accusingly.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Sam asked, widening her eyes. He never talked to her like that. Usually, if someone called Sam a bitch, she would kick their ass. But she was too shocked to react.

"Look babe – I just assumed that when you said that you didn't want to commit to me that – you know…that –"

"Oh, I see," Sam said, nodding very slowly, trying to digest what he had just said. He thought she was a slut. A fucking whore. After a few moments of silence, she glared at him with the most menacing look she could manage.

"Now I see what you think of me…Well you know what Jonah? Fuck you! And get lost. I don't wanna ever see you again!"

He didn't even protest. He just pulled a "What the fuck?" face and Sam heard him slam the front door. He was gone.

Sam fell back onto her bed and sighed. She needed to talk to her friends.

Sam burst into Carly Shay's apartment. Since it was the weekend, she expected to see Freddie hanging out with her. She was disappointed to see that he wasn't there.

"Hey! What's up?" Carly asked, greeting Sam.

Sam sat down on the couch, sighing. Carly immediately made her way to her.

"What's wrong?"

Sam meant to tell Freddie first about the incident. Because Sam knew that as each day passed, Carly and her were being driven apart. They were too different. And somehow, along in the process, she and Freddie were getting closer. She could hate herself as much as she could for feeling this, but there was no point denying that she didn't hate Freddie like she used to. As they grew up, they gradually stopped fighting and started talking. Sam knew that she could tell Freddie anything.

"Jonah and I, we're finished," Sam said vaguely.

"What?! But you guys were so cute together!" Carly said, perplexed.

Cute? I don't think so.

"He's a jerk, forget it," Sam said.

Carly plopped herself down on the couch beside Sam. "What happened? You have to tell me everything."

That's another thing that changed with Carly. Before, she used to listen to Sam. And comfort her and give her advice. She would actually care. Now that they've changed, it seemed Carly only listened to Sam because she felt obliged to. Either that or she was just desperate for some juicy gossip.

"He tried to sleep with me, and I said no," Sam said flatly. "It doesn't matter, he wasn't even worth it…"

"Oh…That's too bad…" Carly said simply.

Sam couldn't believe that her own supposedly 'best friend' didn't understand. Carly thought she was upset that Jonah and her were over. Finito. She didn't understand that Sam was upset that Jonah took her for a slut. She didn't even ask for the details. Sam knew she couldn't stand Carly for any longer so she decided to leave.

"Look, I have to go…" Sam said.

"But you just came!"

Sam quickly made up an excuse.

"I know, I just remembered I had something to do."

She left quickly, barely saying goodbye. She needed to breath. She needed to think. And she knew the perfect place she needed to go.

I know you guys must be wondering what the hell does Jonah have to do with Freddie or Carly, but you'll see later...Please review! Hope you liked it. Feel free to give constructive criticism.