Okay, so here is my next chapter. Thanks for all the great reviews! I feel so loved.

Yay, it is the holidays, I know all you people on the other side of the earth have like 3 months holidays but its winter here and I get two weeks!!!! I am gonna have fun! B.T.W Harry potter comes out soon, majorly excited!

OnWARDS with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly; I do own the funky pen I won today in German.

Ham.
My story is about ham.
I love ham. It is truly a wonderful invention, even if they do put a bone right in the middle of it.

We have to hand in our stupid stories for English today; did I mention I hate English?

It is just before last period, I'm at my lockers at the moment, the bell just rung. I am waiting for my food to come out of my microwave. I don't worry about being late, I'm always late.
I grab my noodles out of my locker and walk down the hall towards English. I get in the door and I notice Miss Briggs isn't there yet.

I plonk down on my seat and begin to eat my noodles, ham flavour.

"Did you do your homework?" Freddork asked me.

"Course I did." I told him.

"Since when was it obvious that Sam Puckett did homework?" He questioned.

"Since Sam Puckett had a best friend who wouldn't give her any beef jerky until she had finished it. She was lucky that it wasn't ham or I might have got violent." I explained.

"Poor Carly" he said.

"You only ever think about Carly. And guess what?" I said.

"She will never love me." He finished.

"YES! She will never love you!" I said, shocked that he actually said, but I covered that up. Even though I am currently failing drama (stupid drama teacher), I am a pretty good actress.

"Alright class take your seats." Miss Briggs yelled at us, I don't know why, everyone was already in their seats. Maybe she likes being mean and shouting.

"And Samantha, put that food away right now or it is an automatic F." She said. It is only because of Carly that I put my food in Freddie's bag and said "Fine" usually I would have just taken the F.

"Sam.." Freddork moaned.

"Right class, today you will be handing in your homework. Every single person will be reading there story out to the class." Miss Briggs snapped. I groaned, so did everyone else, even Fredderly.

"Freddie, you first." Miss Briggs said. I laughed.

"Shame Freddork." I muttered.

"We'll see whose laughing when you fail and I pass." He muttered back, then said more clearly, "Um Miss Briggs, can I not go first."

"Up now or detention with Miss Puckett." She said menacingly.

"Fine." He said half-heartedly and walked up to the front of the class. I couldn't wait to make fun of his story. It was probably some story about how much he loves Carly.

He started to speak:

"My story is called A Trillion Things,

I hate her.

I hate the way she calls me names.

I hate the way she pulls pranks on me all the time.

I hate the way she laughs at my pain.

I hate the way she is constantly remarking on all my negatives.

I hate the way she takes my money and never gives it back.

I hate the way she takes my ice cream cone and licks it all over, just to bug me.

I hate the way she always takes my food.

I hate the way she says that no one will ever love me.

I hate the way she looks down on me, even though I am taller than her.

In fact there are more 100 things I hate about her, more than 1000, more than a million, more than a billion. In fact there are a trillion things I hate about her.

The problem is,

I love her.

I love the way she smiles.

I love the way she makes a joke.

I love the way she is aggressive and sweet at the same time.

I love the way she laughs at things, even if it is causing me pain.

I love the way her hair glistens in the sunlight.

I love the way her eyes sparkle when she is happy.

In fact there are more than a 100 things I love about her, more than 1000, more than a million, more than billion. In fact there are more than a trillion things I love about. There are a trillion and one.

I hate the way I love her.

I love the way I hate her.

But the fact remains, a trillion and one is more than a trillion. That's just life."

He finishes reading, going beetroot red. I sit there stunned. Every single person in the room is looking at me, except Freddie. It's not exactly hard to work out who his story is about. I am the only one that teases him. Well except for those jerks who teased him about never being kissed. But I am the ONLY constant tormenter. I am also pretty sure I am the only one who takes his ice cream cone and licks it all over just to bug him, even though it is usually because I love ice cream.

The room is silent. I have no idea what to think. For once in my life, food is not on my mind. Freddie loves me? That is seriously weird. Do I love him? Oh gosh, do I? This is a scary feeling.

"Good work Freddie, A+. It is so passionate and shows us all the fine line between love and hate. Brilliant, we may have to publish it in the school newspaper." Miss Briggs says.

"Um, no thanks Miss Briggs. I'm fine." Freddie said in a small voice. I don't blame him; I don't want that thing published either.

"Well to bad Mr Benson, it is going in the school newspaper." Miss Briggs said harshly. Freddie and I both groan.

"Sit down Mr Benson. Gibby, you next." She snaps.

Freddie walks back to his seat. He sits down and looks in the other direction from me. I do that as well. Luckily this is class so we are supposed to be silent anyway. If we weren't I am pretty sure there would be a major awkward silence right about now. I close my eyes and drift off.

"D- Gibby! That was horrible!" Miss Briggs shouts at a mortified Gibby. "Wendy, you next."

(30 minutes later).

"Horrible F!" Miss Briggs shouted at some poor, unfortunate student. I was the only one left now, but luckily the bell went. Saved by the bell, how cliché.

"Miss Puckett you are reading your story first thing tomorrow!" Miss Briggs yells as everyone gets up to leave. Rats. I know I am going to fail. Good thing is that Freddie can't tease me about it. He's still beetroot red.

I am the first to leave the class. I race to my locker and start emptying my bag. I need to get out of this place before Freddie gets here. That would be too awkward. I am just about finished when Carly comes up to her locker.

"What's the rush?" She questions.

"What, um no rush." I say,very unconvincingly so I slow down. She laughs.

"You coming over?" She asks.

"Anyone else gonna be there?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

"Probably just you and Freddie. Spencer is off doing something with Socko.

"Um, sorry I can't make it. Homework." I bluff and I race out.

"WHAT HOMEWORK? YOU NEVER DO HOMEWORK! IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG?" She yells after me, I pretend not to hear.

What the heck am I going to do about Freddie? Sorry I meant Freddork.

Author's Note: Did you like it? Please review. I didn't like Freddie's story much. It came to me and it sounded so much better in my mind than written down. Oh well. I hope you enjoyed it.

Keep reading and waiting for the next chapter. I should put it up soon. Well once I have finished it. I am going to start it when I have finished putting this on fan fiction.

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