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Hers.

Her nub. Sam's nub. Sam's.

Why do I like the sound of that so much?

Freddie gulped nervously and tapped his pen nervously. To his left, Sam was staring out the window thinking similar thoughts.

Why do I want him to be mine? Though he totally is. I mean come on, I own him. But…dang. Do I like the nu—nonono. I am not thinking that. I'm thinking of fried chicken. Though fried does sound like Freddie…AGH!

The rest of the class was also zoning out, or still muttering about Neil's bloody face. Mr. Evgren noticed.

"ALRIGHT THEN!" he yelled. The entire class jumped in their seats and stared at him in fright.

"I knooow none of you care or think this is important. But it is. So I want you all to listen really closely while I try to make this lesson more relatable and easy to understand. Got it?" he asked.

The room nodded.

"Good. Okay, so these two elements both have electrons missing. S needs 2 more to get an octet while F needs 1 more. Therefore, in this case, F is more desperate. And I mean really, really desperate."

Sam snorted. "Well we all know that. Fredbag here has been desperate since the day he was born," she snickered while mentally hitting herself for referring to the 'F' as Freddie again. Freddie glared at her. "Ha. Ha. Real funny Sam."

Mr. E continued. "Because of this, F needs one more electron. And that's where S comes in. S is, to put it frankly, gonna give it to F."

Sam's smirk was gone in a flash and replaced by a rosy blush. Freddie's eyes widened as he pursed his lips and tried hard to make that image go away (though not to hard). Sam giving it to m-nyahhh. Carly shook from silent laughter.

"The elements are then reacting when S gives it to F. They will have a decent reaction because of something very important." He paused for effect and glanced around the room.

"Because opposites attract."

Had Sam and Freddie been drinking something at the moment, both would have spewed it out. But instead they sat in amazement as they tried to deal with conflicting emotions. Sam worried her lip nervously, Why does my tummy feel funny? I just had bacon a second ago…and Freddie…No. Don't look at him Sam. Doooon't. This lecture doesn't relate to him in any way. Nope. Not at all.

"You'll find this theory relates to us in daily life as well, especially in the matter of love." Sam mentally slapped herself while Freddie sat frozen staring straight ahead repeating to himself Idon'tlikeSamIdon'tlikeSamIdon'tlikeSamIdon't—well okay, maybe I kinda like Sam...Aw Man!

"The person we will fall in love with is often our opposite. Though we may become close friends with those who are a lot alike us, it is the person we are least like we usually have that special connection, a spark so to speak, with."

The kiss.

Mr. E looked around at the kids. "Hmm…examples maybe? Well let's say there's a gal with her whole life planned out. She might end up crushing on a 'bad boy' who goes with the flow. Or, a slightly 'nerdy' who loves technology and science fiction with straight A grades falls head over heels for a spunky bully who likes food and laughter."

At this, neither could resist sneaking a quick look at the other. Blue met brown and a moment was shared, before they turned away nervously.

Sitting on his desk the teacher interlocked his fingers and put them behind his head. "I've seen this happen a lot in my years of teaching. One of my favorite stories involves two kids I had for two years. It was a boy and girl who had known each other for a few years apparently. Now the guy sat behind this girl and was always bugging her. Stealing her stuff, poking her teasing her, the whole shebang. One time when this happened the girl raised her hand to complain that 'He's poking me again Mr. E!'" Mr. E imitated in a high-pitched voice. "And I told her that I bet, I bet that they would end up going to prom together. Of course they both went 'Eeewww nooo way!' So I said okay. But juuust you wait.

"The next year it was the same kind of thing, except they both didn't seem to mind as much. By that I mean if you tried to have a conversation with them, GOOD LUCK. They were completely unawarely obsessed with each other. Once again I told them you two will end up together. Just wait and see. And again, they both seemed disgusted with the very thought."

Here Mr. Evgren paused for a second. A second too long for a certain someone.

"Well? Did they?" Sam couldn't resist but blurt. She shrunk down in her seat. She had sounded unsure of herself. Which is not like Sam. Carly smiled knowingly at her friend.

"Just getting to that," Mr. E smirked. "You see next year I didn't have the delight of teaching them. But I was one of the teachers who volunteered to chaperone at prom. And who do you think I saw making out against the wall?"

Freddie leaned forward in his chair.

"Yep. Those two lovebirds. And as they noticed me, holding hands they admitted it. 'Yeah Mr. E, guess you were right.'" Finished with his tale he crossed his arms and gave a smug look to the class. "AND this is a REAL person…persons…example. Don't even get me started on all the movies, books, and TV shows! What's that famous series? Harry Potter? Didn't that smart girl and red-headed kid hook up in the end?"

"OMIGAWSH! Yeah! I'm a total Rhemione fan! Eeee! They were like totally fighting all the time too! You are sooo right Mr. E! I understand this chem. stuff now!" a giggly girl in the front row exclaimed. With a start she turned back in her seat to look at the iCarly gang, eyes wide and jaw-dropped. "Ohhhmiigawshes. Sam and Freddie! You glirfs are soo Rhemoione! Eee! Cuz like Carly's Harry and that would make Spence—" she turned back around and began scribbling furiously in a heart shaped notebook.

Sam and Freddie just gaped.

Carly pondered how she'd look with a Z on her forehead.