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iFight
Day 1
Freddie asked her out yesterday.
And, of course, she said yes.
And I don't want to do it, but the phrase 'skunk bag' comes to mind. I'd never say it out loud, I mean, she is my best friend. Even if she's not acting very best-friend-y.
I wasn't even told. I saw them walking in the hallway holding hands. When I questioned Carly about it, she brightened, flipped some hair over her shoulder and said, 'Oh yea! He asked me out like he does every Tuesday, and I said yes."
She just left it at that like it was the most natural thing in the world for her to agree to go out with him, after years of turning him down weekly. I remember when she complained about him asking her out every Tuesday. She wanted him to move on.
See how quickly a girl like Carly changes her mind about guys? I swear, it's a new guy every week. And I normally just nod my head and not really pay attention when she tells me about the new 'hot' guy. That is, until the weekly 'hot guy' was Freddie. I listened very intently that time.
You know, I never knew this would happen. I wasn't joking around the multiple times I told Freddie that Carly would never love him. Because she doesn't, and she won't. She's just onto her new lust.
Although, she never has gone out with her 'infatuation' before. And, truthfully, I'm a wee bit worried about Freddie getting his dorky feelings hurt. The nub. Why'd he have to go and fall for her?
I grab my English book from my locker and slide into class just as the bell rings, as usual. Ms. Briggs gives me a dirty stare, as usual.
What's not usual is that Carly is sitting in my seat behind Freddie, leaving her seat open. Briggs eyes me as I sit grumpily in Carly's old seat. Carly smiles and waggles her fingers at me in greeting. She looks really pretty today, with her hair curled. She was wearing jeans and a flowing pink top, as opposed to my red and black checkered, button down top and jean kapris. I grunt in response.
"Sam, why are you not in your seat?" I hear Ms. Briggs evil voice asking me. I look up at her, then look at Carly. She's pleading me to let her stay in that seat through her facial expression, but I could really care less. I don't feel like detention today.
"Carly took my seat before I came in," I tell her. Briggs frowns, knowing this isn't my fault.
"Maybe if you came to class a bit earlier, you wouldn't be in this situation!" She seethes. "Get in your seat. And Ms. Shay, see me after class."
Carly gives me a pointed look, which I promptly ignore, as we switch our seats back. This will be the one and only time I'll ever be thankful for Ms. Briggs.
I get a note halfway through class from Carly asking me to wait for her after class. She probably wants to ask me why I ratted her out, so to speak. It's funny how Ms. Briggs didn't notice Carly taking the wrong seat to begin with. Just another reason why I think that Ms. Briggs hates me, and that's why whenever I do anything remotely wrong, I get in trouble for it.
And then she wonders why I egg her car. She brings it on herself when she gives me two detentions for walking into class chewing the last of a granola bar.
When class is over, both me and Freddie wait for Carly after class He was intently watching the door, hands in his pockets. I was memorizing the floor tile, one hand gripping my backpack strap. I turn to him.
"Isn't your next class on the other side of the school, and not with Carly?" I ask him, breaking the silence between us. He's been taking a tech class ever since iCarly, so he can be a better wienie.
"Yeah, so?" He replies, taking his eyes off the door to look at me for the first time since we've been out here.
"Well, aren't you worried you aren't going to make it on time?"
"I still got four minutes." I look down as he looks back to the door.
These were the times that I want to tell him that I like him so badly. But I know he would only reject me. I mean, he has been asking Carly out every Tuesday.
Carly walks out with a detention slip in hand. "Sam, why did you do that?"
"What, tell the truth? 'Cause I can do that sometimes. Haven't you been telling me to do that more often, anyway?"
"Me and Freddie have a date tonight, I can't have a detention!" Carly yells, freaking out like the old Carly would about a problem. Not that she's changed drastically or anything, she's just not my favorite person right now.
"Did you tell her that?" Me and Freddie ask at the same time.
"Yes! But she just laughed in my face!"
I laugh a little, but both Freddie and Carly glare at me. I stop, but a smirk remains on my face. "Alright, I've gotta go. Have fun in dork class, Freddie!"
I heard Carly sigh. "Bye Sam!" She calls after me. I look back over my shoulder just in time to see Carly and Freddie hug, then go their separate ways. You know how people say you have your own path, and it meets with important people in your life? Well, I hope that this whole ordeal is just a small hug between their paths, and then they go their separate ways.
Walking to my next class-math, possibly the worst subject to be invented- I think about what I'm going to do about those two. I don't want to be around them acting all lovey-dovey. So, the only option is to ignore them, obviously.
I had my daily nap in math class, then I was off to science. I kinda dreaded it since it was another class I had with both Carly and Freddie. Normally I sat in the vacant desk next to Carly and Freddie, but did I really want to sit next to them? Maybe I'll just sit in my real seat on the other side of the room for once.
So, I walk in and pass Carly and Freddie, who sit by the door, and go to my assigned seat. Carly gives me a strange look, like she was wondering what possessed me to follow the rules, as I pass by, but I act like I don't see it.
I feel terrible for ignoring them, but I have no choice. I'm not even supposed to like Freddie. Carly doesn't know I like Freddie. If it was hard to concentrate on school before, it would be nearly impossible now. The whole class period, I stared blankly at the board as the teacher lectured on some science-ey topic.
Afterwards, Carly and Freddie stop me in the hallway and ask me why I didn't sit with them. I lie- of course- and tell them that Mrs. Hucklebee yelled at me and told me I had to sit in my assigned seat for a few days. I could tell Carly didn't buy my act. I glanced at Freddie, who looked a tad disappointed, to my surprise, before walking to the café for lunch. Lunch is the best time of the day, even if I have it with Carly and Freddie.
I walk into the café and to our usual table. There are only a few people in the room this early, most of them are the nerdy over-achievers that get to every class in about a minute. I don't think I can do this. I can just see them feeding each other grapes and spoonfuls of the cafeteria applesauce. I can't watch that, I wouldn't be able to stand it. So, when I see them all walk in, I quickly join the table with all my 'friends' from detention, and look back just in time to see Carly and Freddie walk in holding hands.
They don't see me at first. They go to our table and sit down. I hear Carly asking where I am, and Freddie looks around. Our eyes connect and he looks shocked. I look away quickly, and shift in my chair. I feel awful. I'm such a bad friend to them. Freddie deserves better than someone like me.
No, I can't think that way if I want to get Freddie in the end. I won't let them unintentionally rip my heart into shreds. I'm going to convince Carly to dump him, she can't possibly go out with him. Freddie is rightfully mine, isn't he? Or is it not obvious enough? Maybe if I write 'Property of Sam' on his forehead…
Freddie points me out to Carly, and she turns to look at me. She waves her hand slightly, and I wave back. She looks confused and dejected, because I didn't even tell her I was going to sit with other people. I look away from the new couple and jump into the conversation.
"Can you believe Freddie and Carly are goin' steady? Sam, you're friends with them, right?" A boy asks me. Is there no place I can go to get away from Carly and Freddie?
"Yeah, what's it to ya?" I ask aggressively.
"It's kinda weird, is all I'm sayin'," the boy says, "Little Freddo has been crushin' on her forever."
"Psh, tell me about it," says a girl, who I know to have a crush on Freddie as well, which is ridiculous because she's never had a conversation with him. She has bright pink hair and multiple ear rings, but she dresses in a preppy polo shirt and jeans- which I have been told is to impress Freddie.
"Anyway, do you think that Carly really likes him? I think it's just pity date stuff," Another boy says, who is wearing a black shirt that says 'Whatever,' and dark blue jeans, he has shaggy, brown hair.
"Of course Carly doesn't like him!" I say with aggression, pointing a finger at him. I'm always more aggressive around my detention buddies for some reason. "She just thinks she does."
I was finally able to get the group off of the Carly/Freddie topic by the end of lunch. I then trudge to Spanish class, which I'm pretty good at. I just like learning a new language because then you can yell at people, and they have no idea what you're saying. I never take any notes, but I normally pay attention.
Not today, though. My mind kept wandering to that dork and my best friend. It was not a good feeling to know that they had that much of a hold on me. They weren't even in the same room as me, and I was obsessing over their relationship.
I smile as I walk out of Spanish and to my next class. Gym. My favorite class by far because all we ever do is play doge ball and kickball, so I can whip red rubber balls at nerds and not get in trouble for it! It the perfect situation for me.
I quickly change into the required gray gym top and baggy blue basketball shorts. Only bad thing about gym this week is that Freddie is in my class, so he'll be on my team for everything. That also means I can't whip a red rubber ball at him, which I want to do badly.
The gym teachers announce that we will be playing dodge ball today. Just the thing to get rid of some of my aggression. I'm sure the rest will be taken out on some other geek later today.
We get into position and the whistle that signals the start of the game. I get a ball as quickly as I can and dodge the balls that come at me. That kind of thing always happens. They think that they should get rid of me first, because I'm the best player, which is no use, because I'm always the last person standing.
I throw the ball with all my might, then watch it smack an unsuspecting Gibby straight in the chest.
"You're out, Gibby!" I yell menacingly across the gym.
"Aww, man!" He says, and sulks to the sidelines.
One of the girls throws me another ball. That's what they do, if a ball rolls in their direction, they pick it up and give it to me. I'm the only girl that actually likes this game.
I see Freddie a few feet in front of me, in the stupid crouch he goes into every game. He vaguely resembles a Sumo wrestler. I smirk and gather all my strength, then whip the ball at the back of his head.
"OW!" He screams, spinning around to see me holding in a laugh. "Sam, I'm on your team!" He says in a angry tone. He only uses that tone with me, and not to anyone else. Even if he's angry at someone else, it sounds different when he yells at them then when he yells at me. It makes me feel special to know he has a tone reserved just for me.
"Oops, my hand must have slipped," I say, attempting to sound innocent.
"I think you did that on purpose," He says, pointing an accusing finger at me. I shrug as another ball is handed to me and I launch it across the room. I see someone walking to the sidelines a few seconds later, which makes me smile.
I quickly change in the girls locker room when the dodge ball game is over- of course my team won. I wait by the doors when I'm done, the only girl among a bunch of guys.
The group by the door waiting for the end of class grows, until finally the bell rings. I'm out the door in a flash, trying to get to my locker on the other side of the school. I hear someone calling my name, and I don't have to look behind me to see who it is. I smile to myself, because for some reason I didn't expect Freddie to catch up to me. Normally he does, he walks fast and calls my name, but I just slow slightly until he catches up. He's always semi-panting when he catches me.
"What's up with you today?" He asks.
"What do you mean?" I reply. Even though I know quite well what he means.
He means 'What's up with you tattling on Carly, actually going to class on time, sitting with other people at lunch, avoiding us in science, and hitting me in the face with a dodge ball?'
Yeah, so I didn't really want to deal with having to watch Carly and Freddie be together. Is it that big of a deal that I just kinda avoided them?
"You're acting different," He states, adjusting his backpack strap on his shoulder.
"What? Is this about me sitting with someone other than Carly and you at lunch? I figured I'd give you some alone time as a couple while it lasts," I say.
"While it lasts? You think we'll break up soon? Did Carly say something?" He says in a flash. I sigh.
"Carly didn't say anything. But I think I know my best friend," He gives me a blank stare, so I elaborate. "You think that after years of turning you down, Carly is just randomly going to agree to go out with you? I thought a geek was supposed to be smart."
"Carly has seen the light. We'll be together forever!" He exclaims. I didn't even try to hold in my laughter, leaning forward a bit and laughing in his face.
"Wow, that's good. Thanks for the laugh, Fredward!" I say, and start to walk away to my locker. I hear his footsteps following me.
"You know what? I think you're jealous."
I tense and turn to him slowly.
"What?" I snap, "I'm not jealous of you and Carly!"
"You don't want to be the third wheel!" He says accusingly. I feel myself relax. He still doesn't know. Good.
"Whatever, Freddie. I still think that she'll dump you by the end of the week."
"Wanna bet?"
I smirk. I know Carly. I would win. Plus, I kinda liked the fact that he was betting on their relationship. Carly wouldn't like it if she knew.
"You're on," I reply with a smirk, taking his outstretched hand and shaking it. "I hope you're ready to loose."
"Wait, what's the price?"
I think, then it dawns on me. "Loser has to do the usge, live on iCarly!"
"Fine. Get ready Sam! You don't know the true love me and Carly share! You're going to lose!"
"Don't bet on it," I smirk.
"We just did," Freddie says smugly, then turns and saunters (kinda) off to his last class.
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Yaaaay! I'm actually really happy with this. I like this story line a lot, so get ready!
Tell me what you think! You can thank 4everyoung for giving me the idea of a sequel to iRant.
Also, a HUGE thanks to my beta, who has made me feel much more certain that this will be my best iCarly fic EVER! You know who you are! : )
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