A/N:Hey all you readers out there! Thanks to any of those who reviewed the first chapter of my first fanfic! And now, here's chapter two!

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, or any of the characters in this story. Well- except for Jeff, who is very much mine. :)

Jealousy

Freddie's POV

"Can we please take a break?" Carly complained. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "We've only been studying for twenty minutes. Don't tell me Sam's slacker attitude is starting to rub off on you?" I teased, a smirk spreading on my lips. Carly looked offended. "No, I just really hate math. I always have. Can't we take a little break? Please? For me?"

A year ago, that would have made my heart melt. I would have given in in a second. But my crush on Carly Shay had faded slowly as the days progressed. I began to look at her as just my friend. She always had been, but I was too blinded by 'true love' to see it. Gazing around the Shay's living room, I think back and wonder why I thought I loved Carly. Because she's nice, caring, smart, pretty, and we have fun doing iCarly and hanging out. But she's like family to me. Her and Spencer. She was like my sister and Spencer, like my brother. I was always welcome at her apartment, which is conveniently across the hall from mine. I guess I liked her because she was always so perfect. I realized how boring perfect really was when I kissed Sam.

Sam, my frienemy. Sam, who always picks on me, beats me up, puts me down, makes me angry, makes me love her. That's right. I've given up denying it. I like Sam. I'm not going to tell her, because I don't have a death wish. Plus I don't plan on going through the rest of my life begging Sam to go out with me, getting rejected. I've had enough of that with Carly. But this is different than what I though I had for Carly. I really, really like Sam. She's her own person. So aggressive, so fun, so carefree. It's like she owns the world. She always has to get her way. Always. And it drives me crazy knowing that I can't have her. Knowing that if I told her that I was as good as over.

So I live my life each day in Sam's presence. Pretending I don't care. Pretending I don't love the smell of Sam's sweet smelling passion fruit soap. Her long, curly, golden locks, her clear bright ocean blue eyes. Instead I continue to argue with her, insult her. I've also come to find that arguing with her isn't as horrible as it seems. It's kinda fun, teasing her, watching her get mad. Watching her cheeks glow that familiar angry red-

"Freddie!" Carly yells. I snap out of my fantasies and look at her, startled. She looks concerned. "I've called your name five times. What's on your mind?" I shrug. No way I can tell Carly. "Nothing. What's up?" I can tell she's disappointed that I won't tell her. But she lets it go for now. " I was trying to tell you that Sam just texted me," she continued, peering at her cell phone, missing the smile that just crept up my face at the mention of Sam's name. "She said she's on her way over. Maybe we could rehearse for iCarly?" She said hopefully. "That way I get my break and we get to have fun at the same time. It's a win-win right?" I sigh.

"Fine." The real reason I give in is because I get to spend a hour looking at Sam's beautiful face through my camera lens. I smile absentmindedly. I can see Carly looking at me out of the corner of my eye so I quickly stop smiling. She has a very confused look on her face and is about to say something when the door swings open and slams shut. Sam for sure. She didn't even have the courtesy to knock."What goes on people?" she asks nonchalantly. So I decide to tease her about it. "Ever heard of knocking Puckett?" She replies by pushing me to the ground and stealing my spot on the couch beside Carly. I roll my eyes, ignoring the tingling feeling in my stomach when her hands made contact with my body.

Carly pretends she doesn't notice our usual act of unkindness towards each other. "Freddie and I were just saying that now is the perfect time to rehearse for iCarly. You up for it?" Sam shrugged. "Sure." Then she glares at the coffee table in disgust. "What up with all the books and pencils?" I smirked. "They're math books. You know, for that little thing called school?

She fixed her glare on me instead. Uh oh. "Can it, Benson," she says simply, reaching for the television remote. "Hey Carls, toss me the the re-mo. I'm in the mood for some Girly Cow." "

No way!" I argue. "Can't you see we're studying here?"

"I thought we were going to rehearse," Carly says. We both ignore her.

"Why don't you go watch T.V. at your own house for once?" I scoff. She raises her fist threateningly. I smirk. I sure am feeling brave today. "Oh yeah," I continue."You probably don't have cable at that dump. Or your Mom is saving the money for the cat's orthodontist appointment. She jumps up and faces me menacingly. "You're dead Fredcakes." And then I take off, screaming at the top of my lungs. "Carly! HELP!" Sam is fast. Very fast. She's gaining on me. She chases me around the kitchen counter, her fair flying behind her. A ferocious grin playing on her lips. Her soft, sweet, kissable lips... I find myself stopping and staring at Sam's mouth. Admiring the natural pink color of her lips.

Then I'm grabbing my arm in pain. She's twisting my arm back, I realize. "Apologize, Benson!" She yells. I guess she took my sudden stop for exhaustion. "I-I'm sorry I made fun of your house- augh!"

"And what else?"

"A-And your Mom!"

She twists my arm back even further and I yelp in pain.

"And your cat!"

She drops my arm in satisfaction, then makes her way back over to the couch, grabbing the remote and turning on the T.V.

Carly, who had been ignoring the whole thing, looks at Sam. "So what took you so long to get here? I was expecting you, like forty minutes ago." A wide, pretty smile suddenly spread across Sam's face. "Oh yeah I almost forgot. I have a surprise for you...and the dork." I look at her in shock, still clutching my throbbing arm. "You, have a surprise? What is it? A lifetime supply of ham?" Not the best thing to say. She turns and glares at me evily. I apologize quickly and she turns back to Carly. "You'll see," she says excitedly. I can't help but stare again. When she's excited, it just makes me want to grab her and kiss her. To be excited with her. To hold her hand and run my fingers through her beautiful golden blond-

"What the heck are you staring at , nub?"

I turn away.

"Nothing."

Her gaze lingers on me, then she turns away too.

"Creep," she murmurs.

I spin around.

"I heard that!"

"I don't care."

"STOP!" Carly screeched.

Sam and I fell silent.

"Sam, apologize to Freddie."

Sam turned to me and looked me over. Then faced Carly again with folded arms.

"Nope."

"Sam-"

"No," she says firmly.

She glares at me. Her evil deadly glare.

Then the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it!" I volunteer quickly. I move to the door but Carly holds me back. "No sudden movements," she warns me, nodding in Sam's direction. Sam looks as if she's about to pounce, eyes fixed on me in an unchanging, stubborn glare. "Spencer! Come get the door!"

We hear a loud thumping noise coming from Spencer's room. He appears moments later covered from head to toe in purple paint. "Er, kinda sticky here, Carls." Carly shrugged. "Just get the door." Grumbling, he obeys, getting paint on the knob as he opened the front door. "Uh- who the heck are you?"Spencer asks pointedly. We all forget our 'situation' and hurry to the door behind Spencer. At the door stands a guy, about our age, with shiny black hair, curly and longish. His bright blue eyes were anxious and a silver stud glittered in his right ear. "Carly, do you know this young man?" Spencer asks sternly. Carly shakes her head no. "I've never seen him before in my li-"

"JEFF!" Sam squeals, pushing Spencer out of the way (getting paint on her arms in the process) and taking the strange guy's hand. The door slams behind her as she pulls 'Jeff' into the Shay's living room.

I can't think straight. My mind goes blank. My eyes focused on Sam and Jeff's intertwined fingers.

After a moment or two of puzzling at them, I realize that he's holding her hand.

Carly and Spencer are both staring hard at Sam, mouths agape.

I realize I'm doing the same and I shut my lips closed.

"Carls, Fredqueer, Spencer- meet Jeff Golden. My new boyfriend!" she flashes a adorable smile at Jeff. Her eyes glowing in happiness.

I feel a lump in my throat.

A strange jumpy feeling in my stomach.

My head is spinning.

I was so confused at that moment that I didn't understand anything what anybody was saying.

I didn't hear Carly's excited reply.

I didn't hear Spencer introduce himself.

I didn't understand anything.

Besides the fact that I hated Jeff with all my heart, soul, and mind.

A/N: Looks like our little tech producer is *gulps* jealous? Haha, we'll see where this goes. Review!