Author's Note: You know what? I don't have much to say here… Well…*awkward silence* I guess… Just read on!
Disclaimer: Really? If I owned iCarly, Seddie would be totally happening and Spencer would have a subplot about bananas!
~~Third Person POV~~
"Did you hear?" "Yeah, when did it happen?" "OMG, are they going to be okay?" Many whispers similar to this were heard all around Ridgeway High School on that fateful day. Actually, it wasn't so much fateful, as many students around the school saw it coming. They knew the past, the present, so it was quite easy to predict the future. They knew what he'd done, but they still weren't sure. They'd heard the rumors, though.
"Sam! Sam! Did you hear about that?" Carly practically yelled, running down the hall, worried for her best friend.
Sam, however, had no clue what she was talking about, but played it cool and hoped it be something good, unlike most of the news she's been getting for most of her life. Sam had been duped, dumped, betrayed, hurt, and more, but finally, finally, she thought she got a break. Apparently not.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"Oh my gosh, you didn't hear about it. That's really not good." Carly mumbled, ignoring Sam.
"Hear about what?" Sam repeated, growing more impatient by the minute.
"I thought for sure someone would have told you by now with his reputation around the school so huge and…"
"Carly?"
"The whole past is the key in this situation isn't it? I mean, we all could have expected it, but I thought for sure at least Wendy or someone would have told you."
"Carly?"
"Huh, what?" Carly asked, dazed.
"I still have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, yeah, right, that. I'll just come out clear and plain then. No stopping me now. No distractions at all."
"Yup, okay."
"Here I go. Griffin's cheating on you."
~~Sam's POV~~
No. No, that's not true; that's not true at all. Griffin and I have been going out for about a year now, ever since Freddie started going out with that new perky, preppy girl, Amy, and Carly started going out with Jake (Apparently, he heard his voice and decided to take singing lessons.) Griffin saw me outside one day, the day all the relationships began, and tried to comfort me, thinking I was upset because I was the only one couple-less.
How wrong he was. I wasn't too upset, of course just a little weirded out about a few things, and he realized that not too quickly. When he tried to put his arm around me, I punched him, but he kept it there. That's when the flirting began. Normally, a guy would just give up after rejections, but no. Griffin kept asking me out, sending me ham and bacon, and even tried asking Carly to help him get closer to me. He almost reminded me of Freddie, the way he kept pursuing, like Freddie with Carly, except the fact that Fredward could never pull off a bad boy act. The thought of him trying just makes me laugh.
After a few weeks, I finally gave in, and I was pretty glad I did, but there was something else, too. There was a sense of disappointment inside me, as if somewhere in my heart (or stomach) that I knew this guy was not the right one. I refused to listen to that voice inside me, saying no guy has ever tried this hard before for me, until now.
"What?" I yelled, half astonished, and half angry. Angry in the not believing it way.
"It's true; someone saw Griffin and Amy hook up. Freddie immediately broke up with her after he saw the pictures," Carly confirmed.
"What pictures?" I scoffed, trying hard not to believe this lie.
"Wendy texted them to everybody. Look," Carly stated sympathetically, showing me a picture on her phone of Griffin and Amy smooching.
"I need to go talk to Griffin," I grumbled, pushing past Carly.
"I'm sorry, Sam," Carly said in the distance, but I just kept moving forward until I reached Griffin's locker, the only one with a slight dent in it, but a face of a Pee-Wee baby peeking through the slots.
"Hey, baby," he greeted, leaning in for a kiss.
"Don't you 'hey baby' me," I said, pushing him away.
"What's your deal?" Griffin asked, not angry, just curious.
"My 'deal' is that you and Amy Porter were locking lips!"
"Oh, that."
"Yeah, that. You wanna tell me what happened?"
"Of course I will. Remember that party we all went to? You, me, Carly, Jake, Freddie, and Amy?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"At the party, one guy, James Turner, hosted a game of Truth or Dare and someone dared me and Amy to kiss. End of story."
"Not really. Why didn't you just say no?"
"I did, but then, he threatened to kick me out of the party, so I just leaned in and kissed her. It didn't mean anything!" Griffin said convincingly.
"Well…" I started, while Griffin just looked at me hopefully. "Fine, you get another chance. But remember, Sam Puckett has a rule: three strikes and you're out."
"I promise, baby, I won't even get to strike two," Griffin slipped his arm around my shoulders, and we walked away to go throw eggs at Mr. Devlin's car.
~~Next Monday~~
School again. Even though school is the most boring thing that ever happened to this world, I was actually having a good week so far, and last week went awesome after that day, minus the one fight Freddie and I had.
Flashback:
"Why can't you see that this guy is seeing other girls?" Freddie yelled.
"Cause it's not true!" I shouted back with just as much force.
"It is! I swear it is!"
"Do you have any proof?"
"Well, no."
"Then he's not cheating on me!"
"Fine, you'll see. You'll see the jerk he really is, but when you do, don't come crying to me."
"Fine, I won't! Because Griffin really likes me!"
End Flashback
Suddenly, I saw Freddie pass by me, glaring, then shaking his head, as if he was sorry for me. What the heck is his problem? I thought that fight was in the past. Then, I noticed that everybody else around the school was giving me sympathetic looks as well, silently saying, "Aw, I feel so bad. Sorry, Sam! Hope nothing else goes wrong in your life."
What happened now? Was immediately my first thought.
This time, my thoughts were answered, not by Carly, but by the guy who started the looks themselves. Griffin ran up to me, an apologetic look in his eyes, hands outstretched, as if trying not to blame himself.
"Listen, Sam," he began, "I'm so sorry, but it wasn't my fault at all. Please believe me."
"What are you talking about? Tell me what's going on," I demanded.
"Oh, you didn't hear. Um, Wendy kissed me," he said, biting his lip, looking very nervous.
"She did not! That little gossipy sneak! And she knew I was going out with you, that she-devil!" I began shouting, getting all my frustration out.
"I know you're mad…"
"And you! How could you kiss her? You're just as bad in this situation!" This is the second time it happened! I thought that he would not give up his second chance. And now I feel like punching something. Where's a Freddie when you need one? What is wrong with Griffin? Or is there something wrong with me?
"Listen, Sam, she kissed me! I was walking up to Carly's apartment, since I knew you'd be there, and she was in the lobby, then she said that she thought she'd be a better girlfriend for me than you, and as I was trying to walk away, she ran up to me and kissed me!" Griffin said convincingly, yet again. Maybe there's something going on with all this.
Suspiciousness was all that was going on inside me, but I remembered my promise: The Three Strike Deal that comes with every guy. Guess what, pal, you're on your last strike. I thought.
"One. Last. Try," I said in a stern tone, and Griffin smiled hugely at me, very relieved he still gets his awesome girlfriend. I had to smirk, the look on his face was so funny, but I still was more cautious than before.
~~Friday night/At Carly's house~~
~~Third Person POV~~
It was iCarly showtime tonight, the night that all the rehearsals paid off, the night where Carly and Sam could just joke around and no drama would pursue. Of course, it had to be on this night where foreshadowing had to catch up to the times.
Sam walked inside Carly's apartment, eating a fried chicken leg, followed by Freddie, who was arguing with Sam about something random, as usual.
"Fried chicken is definitely healthy! I get overdosed with it every day, and I'm still living!" Sam leaded Freddie inside.
"Yeah, but don't you want something different, like macaroni or something?" Freddie asked.
"No way, Fredbag. Fried chicken is the best thing to eat and…" was all Sam could say until she ran into a giant wall of glass. Luckily, Freddie caught her before she could be completely thrown off balance. Both Freddie and Sam blushed, and Freddie stood her back up, when Spencer popped out at the top of the glass and said, "Hey little almost siblings!"
"Is this a dream or something? Am I actually seeing a giant wall of glass?" Sam yelled to Spencer.
"Not a wall of glass, silly Sam, a container of glass! It's a jar!" Spencer yelled with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
"That's insane!" Freddie shouted.
"It really is!" Sam agreed.
"I know," Spencer replied. "I still have to figure out something to put in it, though, something big." He stared up into a corner for a minute trying to find an idea, but apparently nothing came to him, because he said, "Oh, well, it'll come to me. Carly's upstairs, by the way."
"Thanks, Spence!" Sam said, then bounded up the stairs to the iCarly studio. "You coming Freddweeb?"
"I'll be right there, I just have to get a glass of lemonade quickly."
"No real man drinks lemonade," Sam scoffed, while Freddie just rolled his eyes, and she continued her way to the show.
As she made it to the top landing, Sam got a strange feeling in her stomach, as if something big was about to happen. Something either bad or good; the feeling/voice wasn't strong enough to tell. When she reached the door to the studio, and looked through the glass, Sam knew it was bad right away.
Griffin was making out with Carly.
Author's Note: Okay, I really hope this idea is original, I've read too many stories and might have gotten ideas mixed up, just tell me if it is or not, please. For those of you who are wondering, yes, it is a twoshot! And who hates Griffin say I! *I say 'I'* And who's excited for the new iCarly next Saturday say I! *I say 'I'* And who wants to say something random like fighting about what's better, alpacas or llamas, say I! *I say 'I'* Hope you enjoyed this first part of the story and the songfic part is coming, but it's in the next chapter. Please read and review, or as I now see, R&R! Have a good week filled with pepper and salt! (Why does it have to be salt and pepper?)
~mhristheword097 logging off.