Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Freddie's POV

"Ow!" I can't believe those stupid jocks that have lockers right next to mine caused me to bump my head on the roof of my locker. Again. It was getting old, frankly.

I rubbed the bump that was now forming on my skull, and grabbed my geometry book. As I stuffed into my backpack, I wondered absentmindedly if Sam was ok. It had passed through my mind once or twice as I fell asleep last night, but it hadn't occurred to me to think of her this morning. She said she wasn't feeling well. I hope she didn't eat that pie too fast.

Then I came to my senses, Why do I care? She would practically throw a parade if I died, so why should I be worried about her?

I threw my book bag over my shoulders and started to walk over to where Carly and Sam's lockers were. I wasn't surprised to only find Carly there; Sam was usually late.

"Hey," was all I said. I knew things weren't supposed to be awkward between us now, but I still felt kind of weird. I had told her I was going to get over her, and I never lie to Carly. But it was going to take some time before I could truly say that she was only my friend.

"Hey backatcha, Mr. Articulate. Come on Freddie, we said we were going to just pretend like it never happened."

"Then why are you talking about it?" I said jokingly.

"Oh fine then," she shot back and we both laughed. It felt good to be able to laugh like we were best friends again. I was happy. Well, at least until Sam showed up.

She was eating a banana and she looked very tired. Unlike Carly, who was wearing a green sweatshirt and a jean skirt, Sam was wearing jeans with holes in them, and an oversized sweater with stripes. Even though Sam was a slob, she at least dressed decently most of the time, so something had to be wrong.

"Sam, what's wrong with you?" Carly sounded really worried about her friend, "Are you still sick?"

"Nah, I just didn't sleep well," Sam replied lazily as she took out some cheese-in-a-can from her backpack, "No thanks to you two."

"Sam, what are you talking about?" Carly and I stared at her in bewilderment. I couldn't help but wonder…that noise, coming from the door to the iCarly studio door…sounding like someone starting to open the door and then not…it couldn't be…no…no way.

"Nothing, oh nothing," was all she said as she slammed her locker door loudly. This was so unlike her, when she was mad about something, she would usually just beat up or insult the person she was angry with instead of cutting everyone, including her friends, out and being hormonal.

"Sam what's going on?" I tried to sound powerful and threatening, so that she would open up and let us help her with whatever was wrong with her, but let's face it, Sam is tougher than me.

"Oh I think you know…dork," she added the last part almost as an afterthought. I got goose bumps everywhere when she looked directly into my eyes and said that. And that's when I knew; she had seen us. She bolted off and I couldn't see her so upset.

But why? She doesn't know that everything's worked out with Carly, let her suffer, that's what she's do to you! a little voice in my head said. But at the same time, I felt so bad about the whole thing.

Carly just stood there confused, while I made a decision. I ran after Sam.

Sam's POV

"Sam wait!" Freddie was coming up fast behind me. What did he want? I had just made a complete fool of myself and he wants to continue?

"Why?" I said, stopping and turning to him briefly, "Want to tell me something that I don't care about? Pick someone else!" I tried to stalk off, but he grabbed my arm. I felt my stomach drop like I was going to puke, again.

"No, I want to talk to you about-" I cut him off.

"Like I said, pick someone else!" I tried to walk away but he said something that made me stop in my tracks.

"I know you saw Carly and I," I turned to see him with his arms folded and he was wearing that challenging look on his face, the one he always wears when we bet on something.

"I…I don't know what you're talking about," was all that made it out of my mouth. Me not knowing what to say, this is certainly a first, especially when it comes to Freddie.

"Oh I think you know…dork," he stared into my eyes with that same expression.

Where was Carly? She was usually the one to stop all this, and for once I would actually be happy to let her. But she was nowhere to be found.

I looked at Freddie and he looked at me. We both stood there for a moment and then I ran. I just ran right out of there. Another first for me: running away from insulting Freddie.

I heard him start to say something along the lines of, "But you haven't let me finish!" but I didn't want to hear. All he was going to tell me was something about how much he loved Carly, and that was the last thing I wanted to hear.

I ran, all the way to a little classroom that I knew would be empty from the times I'd cut class in 1st period. I closed the door behind me, pushed all of my weight on it, so that Freddie couldn't get in.

"Sam! Let me explain!" He banged the door open, and I was mildly surprised. Who knew he could be stronger than me sometimes? I got to my feet and yelled at him some more, with passion and anger that I myself didn't understand.

"What's to explain?! Why should I care if you and Carly decide to make out and not tell me? Or why should I even care about anything that has to do with you? Cause I certainly don't care about you!"

"Oh yeah, then why are all upset, huh?" That one hit me like a cannon. Why did I care? I shouldn't. I didn't. I looked at him standing in the doorway, his hair perfectly ruffled, waiting for me to give him an answer. I was about to say some witty comeback when the bell rang.

"C'mon, let's go," he told me.

"Like I'd go anywhere with you."

"Sam, you're going to miss class," he stated as though that would magically change my mind.

"So what else is new?!" I yelled and I slammed the door in his face. I heard him walk away, and I just stood there for a long time. Thinking, just thinking.

Finally I sat down at the teacher's desk and laid my head down. Why did I care about what was going on between the two of them? Why was I so mad at Freddie, I mean, more than usual? And why, every time I replayed the two of them kissing in my head, did my mind change Carly, to me?

N/A Ooooh, drama! Ha-ha. I realize now that my last chapter had Sam running too, but whatever. Thanks for reading my first fanfic. Chapter Three is in the works! Review, please and thank you!