Author's Note / Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or its characters… This idea came from soultaker97's challenge… Hope I'm doing it justice… drop me a line, I mean review! To all those who have reviewed, thanks a lot!
-They Really Shouldn't Date Other People-
School is always so interesting, thought Freddie, as he walked into the hallway and spotted many students, crowding around their lockers, chatting about their weekends and how much they had.
"I hate him, Carly," she said.
This made Freddie stop in his tracks and duck behind a locker. His friends, Sam and Carly were chatting. Not unusual of course, but today, something was a little different. Something more serious and underlying.
"Just ask him out, Sam, what do you have to lose?"
"Uhh, how's about my dignity? My reputation?"
"Sam, really? You have no dignity. As for your reputation… that can be improved."
"Improved? No way!"
The boy approached the two girls, as if he hadn't just been eavesdropping on the more than confusing conversation and nothing was wrong at all.
"If you're going to improve Sam, let me watch. It could be interesting."
"Shut your mouth Benson before I shut it for you!"
"Good morning Samantha Puckett, I am fine, thanks for asking."
"That tears it…" Sam says, ferociously and lunges toward the unknowing Freddie and sends them both to the floor.
"Guys please!" Pleads Carly.
To no avail, the pair are wrestling with one another, on the ground and not looking at anyone else but themselves. It's like this every time they fight and argue about petty, pointless things. Which the majority of their disagreements are. Their friend ran off to get help to separate the two of them.
"Dude, give up, you're too weak to handle all that is… Sam Puckett…" boasted the girl.
"No guy could ever handle you!" Freddie yells, and suddenly regrets it, seeing her eyes widen and tear up a little.
"Oh, like you're dateable!"
"Dateable?"
"It's a word!" Sam scoffed.
"Sam, get off me," says the boy and struggles to sit up.
"Not until you take back what you said," says the blonde haired girl, her eyes narrowing into slits and presses her forehead onto his, forcefully. "Benson."
Freddie thinks for a minute, and actually wonders if he should apologize, but then he thought back to all those other times, she pulled horrible pranks on him for no apparent reason and he had to just deal with no 'sorry' or anything to spell out remorse from her. Nope, he thought, this was his time to make her suffer.
"No." he said simply.
"What. Did. You. Say?" sneered the girl.
"I said N. O. No. Something you'll have to get used to hearing, if you ever get a boyfriend."
"Since when do you have the guts to stand up to me, Fredweird?"
"I don't know. But some of us know when to say 'enough is enough' and this, Puckett, is enough."
Samantha was taken aback from what was said. The dork was being straightforward, and for some reason it proved to be a turn on. It was something about 'being in charge'. Usually she was the leader, the controller, the top of the pyramid. Lame sounding, I know. But none the less, Sam Puckett was liking this strange and new side of Freddie. Dominant, controlling and totally not a dork.
"I like it when you get all feisty," she commented softly.
"I like it when you're not all feisty," responded the guy. "It's… refreshing."
The two leant in towards one another, but before their lips could meet, a teacher found them.
"Are these the fighting ones?" Mr Howard asked the girl beside him and she nodded quickly. "Detention!"
Sam and Freddie looked up at the man and frowned. This was one of their least favorite teachers and he was dumping them in detention. The brunette girl, sighed and had an apologetic look on her face. Carly Shay was always the perfect student and never getting into trouble. As their friend walked off in the opposite direction to them, they stood up, without looking at each other and went to their respective classes, although not forgetting about what had almost happened, but, thank goodness, didn't happen.
"For all of you who didn't-" the teacher was cut off, as Freddie entered the room. "Nice of you to join us."
"Sorry, Ms Briggs. I was-"
"I don't need your details Fredward. Just sit."
There was a snickering to be heard around the class, as students buried their heads into the text books. His name, not Freddie but Fredward caused him daily humiliation in more ways than one. Sam had always taken advantage of that fact.
Meanwhile in the next door empty classroom, Sam was sitting at the teacher's desk, with her feet resting on top of it, thinking about what she was going to have for lunch. Oh Samantha.