Chapter 2 (Sam's POV)

"Are you going to do it or not, Puckett?" Freddie hissed.

"Just hold on a minute, Benson," I snapped.

"We're going to get caught," he protested.

"How are we going to get caught? The school is closed!" I told him.

"Whatever. On three...one...two...three!" Freddie whispered.

Together we pulled the rope and all the lockers in the boys' and girls' locker room came toppling to the ground. It was midnight, so no teacher was there to catch us. "Jeez, since when did Sam Puckett become a chicken?" Freddie asked in an annoying voice.

"I'm not chicken!" I slapped the back of his head.

"Well, it took you long enough to help me pull all the lockers down," he told me.

I rolled my eyes and punched his arm. He laughed and turned on his flashlight. It was almost the end of the school year and Freddie had changed his reputation in less than a month. He didn't dress in dorky clothes anymore. Freddie wore a black shirt that was skin tight that showed his muscles, he also wore a brown leather jacket. But most of the time he was wearing black ripped jeans. He had his hair spiked so it looked like he almost had a mo-hawk (A/N: See in "iDream of Dance"). Around his neck he wore a silver bullet on a chain. Freddie went from dorky computer geek to badass bad boy. He was kind of like my partner in crime now. We had placed ropes all around the locker rooms; all the ropes came into one and when we pulled it, every locker came tumbling down.

"Let's get out of here," Freddie muttered.

We ran down the hallway and found the window in the janitor's closest we had come had come through first and pushed a desk under the window for me to step on. I climbed up on the desk. "Wait." Freddie grabbed my arm.

"What?" I yawned.

Freddie helped me down from the desk. "I need some money," he said.

"For what?" I asked.

"I own Spencer twenty bucks for a lamp in my room," Freddie told me.

"A lamp?"

"Just come with me." Freddie grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the school office.

He started nosing around the desk in the office. "It's gotta be here somewhere..." he muttered to himself.

Freddie looked under papers and books. "What are you looking for?" I asked him.

"A key," he said. "Found it!"

Freddie showed me a small silver key. He walked toward Principal Franklin's office. I followed him. In more than one way he was worse than I was. I mean, I was pretty bad, but I had never stolen money from the school. If I did that I'd probably get kicked out. But Freddie didn't really care about his grades anymore. Freddie found the school vault in Principal Franklin's office. It was behind a picture frame of the school in, like, 1983. Freddie unlocked the vault. There were piles of bills inside. Man, what school had keys anymore? Usually, vaults were locked by codes, but I guess our school too cheap to buy a new vault. They wouldn't even buy us AC. But, man, they were holding out on us! I starred in awe at the bills inside the vault.

"Make sure no one is coming," Freddie told me.

"Dude, it's, like, twelve-thirty! No teacher is going to be walking around the school," I said.

"Just do it," Freddie snapped.

I rolled my eyes and stood with my back turned to Freddie and watched the door. Yeah, I felt pretty stupid. Freddie's hand touched my shoulder and I jumped. "Alright, let's go," he said.

He had something in his hands, but I couldn't see what it was. Freddie led me down the hallway until we were by the entrance of the school again. Before we had went down to knock the lockers down, Freddie had placed a backpack by the front doors. I saw him take the backpack and put something into it, but once again, I couldn't see really well. Probably money, but he said he was only taken twenty bucks. After Freddie slipped the backpack on, we made our way back to the janitor's closest. I climbed out the window, then Freddie crawled out after me. "We should probably get home," Freddie yawned.

"Uh, yeah. I'll see you tomorrow," I told him and started walking away.

"Hey, wait." Freddie touched my arm. "Do you want me to walk you home? It's probably not a good idea to walk there by yourself."

"It's okay. I'll be fine. Unless, you're worried about me," I smirked.

I could see Freddie blush because of the flashlight. "Me? Worry about you? Yeah, I don't think so," Freddie lied.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say," I laughed.

Freddie smiled and sighed. "Well, my legs are tired so I really don't want to walk you home. So why don't you just come back to Carly's with me?"

"Uh...Can I? I mean, Spencer and Carly are asleep-"

"I'll give you some blankets and you can sleep on the couch, deal?" Freddie asked.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes.

By the time we got back to Carly's apartment, it was two in the morning. Freddie gave me some blankets and a pillow. Carly would probably yell at me in the morning, but I didn't really care. "Do I need to stay down here with you? Or turn on a nightlight?" Freddie teased.

I hit him with the pillow. "Get lost, nub," I told him.

Freddie smiled and laughed softy. He picked up the backpack and started heading up the stairs. "I thought you had to pay back Spencer," I said.

"Oh. Uh...Yeah. I'll pay him back tomorrow," he said.

I listened to his footsteps as he went up the stairs. Freddie was actually kind of cool now. Carly didn't really like his whole "I'm a badass bad boy" thing. But, hey, at least he wasn't sitting around the Shays' apartment, watching reruns of SpongeBob. As much as I hated to admit it, I was actually starting to like the nub.

"Sam!" a voice hissed.

"Huh? What?" I sat up. It was Carly. "Oh. Hey, Carly," I yawned.

"Yeah, hey. Uh, what are you doing at my apartment?" Carly asked.

"Oh. I-" I stopped myself. She couldn't know that Freddie and I snuck out last night to destroy the locker rooms. "I, uh, was walking and I got tired so I passed your apartment. Freddie was still awake so he let me sleep over." I shrugged.

Carly sighed. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Meat," I said.

Carly laughed. "There might be some ham in the fridge."

I was over to the fridge in two seconds. Sure enough, there was some ham in the fridge. I turned around back to Carly with a mouth full of ham. "Where's Freddie?" I swallowed the ham.

"Still in bed," Carly said. "Would you like to help me get him up, since Spencer is still asleep?"

"Uh...sure?" I said, but it came out more as a question.

We came to Freddie's door. It had a big "KEEP OUT" poster on it. Carly turned the doorknob. Freddie was buried under his blankets. I had actually never been in Freddie's room. There were posters on the wall of heavy metal bands. Mostly everything was the color black. The backpack he had used last night sat in the corner of the room. "Freddie, it's time to get up," Carly said.

I heard Freddie groan and tell Carly to go away. "Come on, Freddie. Can we please not go through this again?" Carly pleaded.

"Go away," he repeated.

Carly grabbed his legs, that were hanging off the bed, and pulled. Freddie gripped his bed posts. Man, it was like seeing Freaky Friday all over again. Carly let go and turned to me. "I'd be glad to help," I grinned.

Freddie must of heard my voice because he muttered, "Shit."

Carly grabbed one leg, I grabbed the other. I pulled as hard as I could Freddie. "Do through this every morning?" I asked Carly.

"Pretty much," Carly grunted.

I could feel Freddie grip slipping. Carly and I nodded at each other and pulled the hardest could. Freddie flew out of his bed and hit the floor. He rubbed his head, "Ow."

"Get dressed, nub," I told him. "We're going to be late."

Freddie smiled and stood up. "Well, get out of my room! I'm not going to get dressed with you guys in here!"

Carly and I left; Freddie shut the door behind us. "Do you have some clothes I can barrow?" I asked Carly.

"Yeah, come on," Carly said.

It's a good thing we weren't late because I would of gotten detention...again. It isn't like I cared about detention, it's just if I got it, I'd get so bored I would have to sneak out; which would result in another detention. I grabbed some books from my locker and headed to class with Carly and Freddie. When class started the PA turned on. "Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson to the principal's office," a woman's voice said.

"Great," I muttered.

Freddie and I grimly walked to Principal Franklin's office, knowing exactly why he wanted to see us. I opened the principal's office door. "Sam, Freddie, please sit down," Principal Franklin told us.

We both sat in the chairs in front of his desk. Before he could say anything else, Freddie said, "Let's just skip the intro. We know why we're here, so just give us our punishment."

Principal Franklin sighed. "Yes, I know you two knocked down all the lockers in the locker rooms. It's actually quite a mess. But that isn't why I called you here."

"Okay, then why did you?" I asked.

"When I checked the school vault this morning, I discovered that a thousand dollars was missing. The only way you two could have knocked over the lockers, with no one hearing, you two would of had to be here after hours. So one of you must of taken the money," Principal Franklin explained.

My eyes shot toward Freddie. "We don't know what you're talking about, Principal Franklin." Freddie showed no emotion on his face.

He just flat-out lied to stealing a THOUSAND FREAKING DOLLARS! Okay, twenty bucks? Not really going to do much damage, but a THOUSAND DOLLARS? He lied to Principal Franklin and me. Did he have any idea how much legal trouble we could get into? "Sam, I know that you didn't take it. So relax. You're a trouble maker, but you wouldn't ever steal a thousand dollars," Principal Franklin told me. "Freddie on the other hand would."

I was completely in shock. "So what now, Franklin?" Freddie asked.

Principal Franklin's face twisted. "I know you're a good kid, Freddie. You're just going through a hard time. Normally, I wouldn't let this go, but the last day of school is this Friday. So I'm willing to forget about the money."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Freddie had a shocked look on his face now too. "You're just going to let me have it?" he stammered.

Principal Franklin nodded. "Now, get back to class."

Freddie and I decided not to tell Carly about Freddie's little money problem. As far as she knew, we got called to the office because of the locker rooms. Spencer picked Carly up at lunch for a dentist appointment. Freddie sat across from me at our table. I wouldn't meet his eyes. "Are you mad at me?" Freddie asked.

"Mad at you? Freddie, you lied to me. You said you would only take twenty bucks. Twenty bucks I could care less, but a thousand dollars? Are you crazy?" I snapped.

He kept his eyes down. "I'm sorry."

"'Sorry' doesn't cut it."

Freddie bit his lip. "If I returned it would that make you happy?" he asked in a soft voice.

Make me happy? I didn't answer him. Freddie looked at me. He looked guilty. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Later that day I was walking pass the office. I saw Freddie holding the backpack with the money in it and giving it back to Principal Franklin. I quickly walked to my locker. Carly was still her dentist appointment so I was stuck with Fredward. "Sam," Freddie said. "I gave the money back."

"No duh. I saw you giving the bag to Principal Franklin." I rolled my eyes.

I started walking away from him, but he grabbed my arm, "Wait."

"What?"

"I-I was just wondering if you...wanted to go with me to the dance tomorrow," Freddie blushed.

"Uh..." I was lost for words. "I thought you'd ask Carly."

"But Carly isn't here," Freddie said.

"Well, you could of asked her when she was here," I snapped. "Don't pity me. I'm not even going to the stupid dance." With that, I pulled away from him and went to my next class.

"Carly, I really don't want to!" I protested as Carly pulled me into the gym for the dance.

"Come on, Sam. You look great! Just dance for a little bit," Carly told me.

"B-But I don't want to," I said. "Besides, why did you have to take me, why not just take Freddie instead?"

"Freddie left early, he's already here," Carly sighed.

"Great," I muttered.

I stomped off to the snack table. Carly had forced me to wear a black, strap-less dress and stupid high-heels. I hated dressing up. "Sam?" a voice asked.

I turned around to find Freddie. He was dressed in a black suit. His Mohawk was gone-darn I thought it looked cool. He walked toward me. "I thought you said you weren't coming," he said.

"I wasn't. But Carly forced me to," I told him.

"Well, you're here so..." he held out his hand."You might as well try to have fun."

Strangely I took his hand. Freddie led me to the dance floor. As soon as we got there everyone started to slow dance. Wonderful. I'd have to slow dance with Fredweird. My face was probably as red as the sun. "I'm not going to bite you, Sam," he teased.

"Shut up," I growled.

He laughed and put his hand on my waist. Well this was awkward. We slowed danced like everyone else. "Why are you so tense?" Freddie asked.

"I just think this is awkward," I muttered.

"Why?"

"Well, you like Carly," I said.

"Carly was just a crush," Freddie shrugged.

"Yeah, sure. Then why were you dating her after you saved her life?"

"I thought that was my only chance of getting a girlfriend that liked me for me, not because they wanted to make their own web show and wanted me to help them," Freddie told me. "I rushed into it. But it wasn't meant to last. Besides, I didn't really like Carly at the time, I liked some else."

"Who?" I asked stupidly.

"You, Sam," he smiled.

I couldn't think of anything to say. Freddie and I leaned to kiss. Our lips almost touched when the gym doors burst open. Men with guns came rushing into the gym. Freddie must of knew something I didn't because he pulled me behind him. Why were they here? This wasn't about the money...was it? "Freddie Benson," a cop walked up to us. "You're under arrest for the murder of Nevel Papperman."

Author's note: Yeah, I know the Nevel thing is kinda cheesy but I think we all hate him so Freddie "murdering" him wasn't a big deal.