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iFight
Day 2
I close my locker door and turn to Carly. "Hey Carls, are we planning for iCarly tonight?"
"Maybe," She says, taking out a text book and turning to me. "Me and Freddie are going to the movies tonight."
I tighten my grip on the back-pack strap that is strung over my shoulder. I try to think happy thoughts, but the only one that comes to mind is smacking Carly in the head, which is getting really tempting. Maybe some observation skills will pop into that mind of hers. Who knows how that thing works, because normally she's brilliant and picks up on all of my hints, but sometimes it's like this.
"What movie?" I ask casually, leaning against the locker. I'm hoping this makes me look somewhat attractive, because Freddie is coming this way. He's looking directly at Carly, so I take this chance to mess with my hair a little and pull at my shirt.
Neither of them take notice to my frantic actions.
"Hey, we were just talking about you!" Carly says, giving Freddie a quick hug.
"Yeah, and how you still sleep with a teddy bear," I add.
"I do not!" He screams at me. "Carly, I don't sleep with a teddy bear."
"Yes, he does," I say, making sure to sound serious. "He named it after you and pretends to kiss it at night." I can see it's bothering him that I'd say such mean - and I hope untrue - stuff about him, but, hey! I think he deserves if for what he's putting me through.
"That's enough, guys." Carly says, but I can see in her eyes that she was a tad disturbed by the teddy-bear thing. Yes! Score: 1 me, Freddie 0.
"Fine, be a fun killer."
"It's only enjoyable for one of us, I hope you know," Freddie says to me.
"Did I say it was fun for you? Better yet, did I say I care about your level of enjoyment?" I smirk, then promptly turn and walk away. I don't need to see his face, because I've already seen and memorized it a thousand times before.
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I walk to my locker after fifth period, and see Tareen putting up a poster.
"Hey Tareen, what's the poster for?" I ask. She turns to me excitedly.
"Oh my gosh, Sam, it's soo cool! You know how I'm on the student council? Well we are having a dance this Saturday. The theme is 'Under the Stars'! We are going to stream Christmas lights everywhere and-"
"That's nice Tareen," I say, closing my locker door and walking away. Freddie spots me and walks over.
"What was Tareen babbling on about this time?" He asks, laughing. I smirk, thinking of what to say. He's going to want to ask Carly, but she still has her ADD heart set on him, so she'll say yes.
"I don't know. I tuned her out after 'Oh my gosh'," I say.
"You know, that is why people dislike you," Freddie says suddenly.
"What are you talking about, Fred-dork? Tons of people like me!"
"Yeah, like how I like you? Or the male population of Seattle?"
"I thought we were friends," I say, sounding strangely innocent. I couldn't help it, though. Was he really being sarcastic about our friendship? I know I push him around a lot, but I thought that we were friends. I see the look on Freddie's face telling me that I goofed. So, of course, I feel inclined to insult. I have to sweep this under the rug before any more attention is put onto it. "But I guess it's for the better, because I don't really like being friends with someone as dorky as you."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Well, you can just stay away from me and Carly then!" He seethes. I narrow my eyes.
"Who are you to tell me what to do?"
"Carly told me how you were 'uncomfortable' with our relationship. She feels bad for making you upset!" Freddie says harshly. Well gosh, for one who is 'in love', he sure is abrasive. "You are trying to talk her into breaking up with me. That's not fair to the bet."
"So, you want me to stay away from Carly because I'm a 'negative influence' on your relationship, but you continuing to schmooze it up is completely fair? Okay, now that's messed up."
"I think that is a completely reasonable request!" Freddie say firmly.
"You really think that, dork?"
"Yeah, maybe I do!"
"Well, that make's you even stupider than I thought you were."
"Nice grammar."
"Who are you, the Grammar Police?"
"Guys, cut it out!" Carly says, stepping between us. Woah, I didn't realize that we were so close in the first place. "Can you not argue in public?"
A crowd had formed, probably hoping for a fist fight, although I'm not sure why they were so interested in it. They all know how it would end.
With me winning, of course.
But me and Freddie never physically fight like that. It's just me giving him bodily harm from time to time.
"He started it," I say, pointing a finger at Freddie.
"I don't care who-" Carly was saying, until she was stopped by an annoying voice behind the crowd that was beginning to scatter. "Oh no," She whispered.
"Ms. Briggs?" Freddie whispered in a high pitched squeak.
"Nice voice," I commented.
"Sam! This is not the time!" He replied. Ms. Briggs weaved her way into the opening that Carly, Freddie and me were standing.
"What is going on here? I hear a large crowd whispering about Sam and Freddie going to get into a fist fight?!" Ms Briggs snapped at us. Freddie and Carly's eyes went wide.
"Ms. Shay," Ms. Briggs continued, "Were you the one to break them up?"
"Yes, Ms. Briggs."
"Good." Ms Briggs says in her sweet voice, but then yelled at her, "Then go to class!"
Carly jumped and rushed off to class, not saying goodbye to us and not even looking back.
"As for you two," Ms. Briggs said. I tense on the inside, but don't show it. I make sure that my shoulders are slumped and I'm putting my wait on one leg, looking bored -- like I've done this so many times before, which I have. "Detention tonight, both of you!" She turns on her heel and walks away, going up the stairs.
"See you later, Ms. Briggs!" I call after her.
"Get to class!" She screeches, not looking back.
"Great job, Sam! Now we have detention!" Freddie says to me, looking quite angry.
"So you're saying this is my fault? You were the one that insulted me in the first place!"
"Whatever, Sam. I'm going to class," He says, sighing, trying to calm himself down. It doesn't seem to help because I can still his the look on his face.
How do you explain the look? It's angry, and annoyed, and something I can't explain all rolled into one. And he uses it with me, or when we get a bogus review for iCarly. So, mostly used on me.
Freddie turns after a moment and walks to his class that's really close to where we had been fighting, and slips in just as the bell rings. I stand there for a moment, looking at the air the used to be Freddie.
"Shoot, I'm late!" I finally realize, so I run up the stairs and to my next class.
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I walk into detention at the last possible second, which Briggs kindly disregards, since normally I'm significantly late to detention. Freddie is already here. He probably got here as fast as he could, the nub. I don't think he understands that detention starts and ends at the same time for everyone.
"Alright, you two. I was just informed of a personal emergency, so I will need to use the phone in the teachers lounge. I will have Mr. Butburn come and check on you periodically," She tells us. I held in my smirk as much as possible, because her personal emergencies normally involve Randy Jackson. "BEHAVE!" She adds before walking out the door.
I'm excited, because I've never had Ms. Briggs leave in the middle of detention. I turn to Freddie, smiling.
"Isn't this great? We can play paper football the whole time like we do in Mr. Howard's detention!"
Freddie didn't reply. He kept on looking straight ahead. I waved a had in front of his face vigorously, and the most he did was blink.
"What's up with you? Are you seriously going to act like this is important? Do you not remember the time when you snuck in to detention and purposely disobeyed the rules?"
Freddie didn't answer, but he flinched slightly at the tone of my voice. Good, because my good mood was quickly turning sour. I scoot my desk so that the edge of it was touching Freddie's.
"Cut. It. Out," Freddie says from the side of his mouth, not looking at me and hardly moving.
"Oh! I get an answer!" I say, acting overly excited. I see his eyebrow furrow.
"What if Butburn comes when we're talking?" He says, turning his head slightly to me. I smile.
"Butburn's not going to come when he hears I'm in this detention."
"Why not?"
"Do you need to ask?" I say bluntly. Freddie nods and laughs a bit.
I reach into my backpack and pull out a piece of loose-leaf paper, expertly folding it into a paper football.
"I get a feeling you do this a lot," Freddie says in awe at my speed and precision.
"Detention or making paper footballs?"
"Both?" Freddie replies, which makes me laugh. He sounded so innocent and clueless, it was hilarious. I love it, because the fact is, I'm about as innocent as him. I just hide it better.
Think about it, we've only had around one boyfriend or girlfriend (I'm not counting Carly), and barely have kissed anyone.
Carly, on the other hand… I don't think I need to explain myself.
"You would be correct," I say, half teasing. Freddie laughs a bit and moves to a more comfortable and casual looking position in his seat. I move, too, and set the football up to start.
"Wait," Freddie says, looking a bit embarrassed. "I don't know how to play."
I look at him wide eyed. "You don't know how to play paper football. I bet even Gibby knows that!"
"No more bets!" Freddie whines.
"Figure of speech?" I suggest. Freddie smiles. I quickly explain to him the rules and regulations of paper football and we start to play.
"This is actually really fun! I wonder why no one's ever asked me to play before," Freddie says about halfway through the game. He's doing well, but I'm still winning. The only person I've ever lost paper football to is Ripoff Rodney, and he cheated to win. They don't call him Rip-off for nothing.
I look up and raise and eyebrow. I'm about to answer when he cuts me off.
"Don't answer that."
"I thought you might not want me to," I reply. Freddie smiles and flicks the football through the middle of my fingers set up like a goal post.
I let my gaze shift up and over to the clock. My mouth drops open.
"Oh my God!" I say, turning to Freddie. "It's four o'clock!"
Freddie looks at me strangely and checks the clock himself. "But detention ends at three thirty."
"Yeah, that's why I was so shocked, dork," I say in a why-are-you-so-stupid-sometimes tone. I roll my eyes, pick up my backpack, and get up to leave.
"Sam! You can't just leave! Ms. Briggs hasn't dismissed us!" Freddie yells at me.
"Chances are she's already gone, like we should be. Hey, can I hitch a ride with you? My mom told me not to bother her after school today, which she probably didn't even need to ask me in the first place."
"Fine. Can I use your cell phone to call my mom, then? I still haven't gotten a new one after you destroyed my old one," Freddie points out. I sigh.
"Yeah, yeah. Call your mommy," I say, digging my cell phone out of my pocket and tossing it to him. He called his mom and we were picked up in about ten minutes. While we waited, we talked about iCarly mostly. Freddie did mention that he wanted to join a school sports team, and was considering boy's badminton. I swear, I laughed so hard I think I might of pierced and internal organ, which I think discouraged Freddie a bit, but the idea of him playing badminton was too much for me. I could just see him in his dodge-ball-sumo-crouch.
Once we got to Bushwell Plaza, I was mostly clamed down, but I lost it when Freddie recapped the event to Carly. I could see that Carly was trying hard not to laugh along with me. She kept saying things like 'Sam, stop it!', and I could hear the smile in her voice.
It seemed as soon as me and Freddie got to Carly's house, they left to go to their precious movie. I feel like I'm being left out.
Wait, I am being left out! Those jerks.
So, in order to spite them, I decide that I'll busy myself by doing something. What exactly I was going to do that would spite them? I have no clue. Defeated by my permanent brain fart, I sit down on the couch for a minute or two, wondering what Carly and Freddie are doing now. It doesn't take me long to decide that I'm going to stop wondering.
I'm going to find out what they're doing, so I won't have to wonder. So it's not technically stalking, but…
It's basically stalking. Which means I can't let them see me following them.
I grab Carly's black hoodie that was on the coat rack and dash out of the building. I run in the direction on the movie theater, slipping on the sunglasses I grabbed before leaving. As I round the corner to the movie theater, I see Carly and Freddie in the ticket line. There are about two people in front and behind them. I stop and catch my breath before stealthily getting into line.
My heart is thumping, knowing that I really shouldn't be spying on their date, but I can't stop myself. I need to know. I can see them holding hands, and it breaks off another part of my heart, sinking down into my stomach, where all the other pieces are. I just need to see how into each other they are. Freddie is watching Carly intently as she tells him some sort of story. I see her gaze flicker up for a second, watching something for a moment, before looking back down to Freddie. I look over to where she was looking.
And there was Jake and a couple of his hot friends. I smirk. Mind wandering already, Carly?
But it didn't really seem like it, I guess. She was still holding his hand, and I couldn't see anything in her eyes that might give her away…
Crap, this might end up being a good date, unlike my mother's dates.
My mind goes back and forth for a few minutes, and then I hear Carly's voice ripping me from my thoughts.
"Two tickets for 'Harry Potter', please?" She says, Freddie handing the woman in the booth the money. Good think I listened, I think to myself, because otherwise I wouldn't know what movie they are going to see.
Soon it's my turn to buy my ticket (I get one for 'Harry Potter'). I buy a large popcorn for myself and go to the theater room, or whatever they call it. Carly and Freddie are sitting smack-dab in the middle of the theater, so I quickly go to the last row, where I can keep an eye on them. There aren't many people in the theater, so I have a pretty clear view.
The previews are still playing, you know all the ads they have before the actual movie previews. Carly and Freddie are sitting next to each other with the popcorn they are sharing on the arm rest in the middle of them. Freddie does the 'fake-yawn-put-arm-over-shoulder' thing that guys think is oh so clever. I nearly gag.
Carly turns to him and laughs, I can barely hear what they're saying, but I can make it out. "What was that?" She says playfully.
"What? I was being suave!" Freddie defends himself.
"Oh yeah, that was smooth," Carly says, laughing. Freddie beings to slink his hand away, a disappointed look on his face. "Wait. I never said I didn't like it there."
Freddie smiles and puts his arm back around her shoulders, pulling her a little closer to him. I snarl to myself and slump into my seat.
This was going to be a long night.
I'm soooooo sorry! With school starting, I was really focused on other stuff, so it was hard to get into the writing groove. I'm sorry it took so long to update, but if I were you, I would start expecting long updates from me. It takes me a while to update in the first place, but with school it takes even longer. I hope I'll update at least once or twice a month.
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