Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or any other characters on it.
Author's Note: As promised, this chapter is much more interesting than the past few. The next one will be up soon!
"Fredward!" Sam hissed in Freddie's ear where he sat in front of her. Typically he would've ignored her, but word had spread that he was her 'boyfriend' like wildfire- the whole school knew now. He didn't want to look like a jerk for rejecting her, so he turned around, glancing over at Carly who was watching them with confusion out of the corner of his eye.
"I need to copy down your homework," she whispered quickly in his ear, and he blushed slightly at the tickle in it. Everyone grinned at him- taking the blush and the whispering in the ear the wrong way- as Ruben watched him with a glare from the back of the room. "Why don't you ever do your homework?" Freddie mumbled near her ear, being sure to keep his distance. Even if they were 'together' he knew Sam well enough to know too close of contact could cause a body slam right in front of the whole class.
She rolled her eyes, not really needing to answer him. "Okay," he said, passing her his homework quickly. She looked shocked when two notes fell on it as well- and looked at Carly and Freddie, who at each sent a note at the same time, with a strange look on her face.
Sam: what did you just ask Freddie? Carly's note asked. Sam answered it first- Carly was her best friend, after all. Just asked to copy the dweeb's homework, she replied, expertly flicking the note over quickly in case the teacher looked up. It was a stupid cover up though- the teacher hardly ever looked up at the students when she was reading.
Sam: how long do you think we have to do this? Freddie's note asked. Sam just rolled her eyes, replying back, Well, Fredward, how long do you think we'll have too? She asked simply, leaning forward to drop it over his shoulder. He turned to look at her with shock, surprised at how close her face was to his. He stared at her for a long time, and then Sam rolled her eyes. "Open the note and write back," she hissed, sitting back so quickly he couldn't even be sure if she had said that.
Why'd you whisper in his ear then? Carly's reply said, and Sam looked up to see her friends waggling her eyebrows. Sam looked at Freddie and mocked gagging, rolling her eyes. "Just answer," Carly mumbled, rolling her eyes as well as she looked back down at her homework. Because I don't want the teacher hearing. Sam replied, and Carly rolled her eyes again. She didn't reply then.
Freddie dropped a note onto Sam's desk, and of course the teacher's gaze snapped up. "Fredward Benson!" she screamed, and he leaped up. "I-," he started, but Mrs. Gray merely shook her head, leaping to her feet as she threw her book to the side. "Are you passing notes with Samantha?" she demanded.
Sam slid the note into her back pocket quickly, shoving Freddie back into his chair as she jumped to her feet. "Mrs. Gray, you don't understand!" she protested, and Carly stared up at her. "It was neither of their fault, actually! Sam was just giving Freddie a paper off the floor she thought was his, and he said it wasn't his and gave it back!" she said, desperate to keep her friend out of trouble.
Sam looked at her with confusion. "One more time you get sent to the principal and you get suspended!" Carly hissed. It was Sam's turn to roll her eyes- she actually laughed. "Sit down, Carls," she said, stepping forward to Mrs. Gray.
"Carly Shay, there is no reason to lie for your friends- is that a note on your desk too?" she demanded, and Sam jumped in front of Carly's desk.
"No, Mrs. Gray, let me explain. I passed a note to Carly and Freddie asking them if I could copy off their homework." Partly true, and in everyone else's eyes it was unnecessary. But, it was the only way she knew to get the teacher's attention off of Carly and Freddie.
Mrs. Gray looked shocked- not much by the fact that Sam had tried to copy down someone's homework, but more that Sam had actually admitted it. "Samantha," she said, clutching her chest as if she were about to have a heart attack. Sam just rolled her eyes, glancing back at Carly and Freddie who were staring at her with shock.
Don't do it! Carly mouthed to her, but Freddie was just staring at her with extreme surprise. Have I ever stuck up for Freddie before? Sam thought to herself as she studied the boy's expression through hardened eyes for a moment. The whole class was watching the fiasco go down- but of course, Sam wasn't bothered by an audience. She dismissed Carly's pleading and turned back to the teacher.
"Carly was telling me she wouldn't give me her homework, and then Freddie gave me back a note," she said, digging in her pocket. It wasn't the note Freddie had given her, of course- she was reaching in her front pocket. She pulled out the card that Ruben had given her. "See, right here it says he'd like to parachute in the winds of Saturn," she said, and Ruben's eyes widened in the back of the classroom.
Mrs. Gray studied the note, and Sam was glad that Ruben hadn't signed his name on it. "It's a way us teenagers say no- it's like, you know, I'd rather kiss a rat's-," "To the principal's office, Ms. Puckett!" Mrs. Gray screamed out then- which was probably for the best, considering what Sam was about to say.
"I'm going to have to confiscate this note as well," she said, and Sam just shrugged. "That's not the important note to me," she said, pulling Freddie's note out of her back pocket to show Carly what she meant. When she slid it back in and walked away, her friend smirked after her. Only Carly could probably understand what Sam had meant then.
Mrs. Gray sat back down, pulling her book up to her face again. "Get on with your reading!" she screamed, and the students started writing furiously. Freddie grabbed Sam's backpack as Carly pushed the things in it and took it from him. "She'll probably be at my house when I get there, so I'll give it to her," she mumbled, loud enough so only people in about a foot's radius could hear- which excluded Mrs. Gray.
"Why'd she stand up for me like that?" Freddie asked, confusion obvious in his eyes. "I don't know, she always sticks up for me. I'm sure she's helped you out more than just this time," Carly shrugged as if it were no big deal, and turned back to her history book quickly with a nervous glance in Mrs. Gray's direction. Freddie turned and stared at the teacher in front of him, a knot forming in his stomach.
"Hey there, Teddy!" Sam said as she sat in the chair across from the principal. He sighed, not even attempting to reprimand her for calling him by his first name this time. He merely pulled out a suspension slip, and the color in Sam's face drained.
"I'm sorry about this Samantha- but I warned you. You knew very well that when you came in here I would suspend you- you've been in here twenty times since school started," he said, writing on the slip furiously with only one look up in her direction.
Sam just avoided his eyes, taking the slip he passed to her as his secretary guided her outside, where her mother was supposed to be picking her up soon. Sam sighed sadly as the secretary sat her on a bench. "Now don't you move, another teacher should be out here soon to watch you," the woman reprimanded as she fled back into the school quickly.
Sam knew fairly well her mother wouldn't show up- when did she?- so she started walking towards the Shay's apartment- towards the Shay and the Bensons' apartments- kicking at the dust on the sidewalk as she went. "I left my backpack!" she said, as if that were the bad part of the entire day.
Annoyed with herself for getting into trouble- not actually for this time, but for all of the times before this- she was surprised when a piece of paper slipped from her back pocket. She crouched down to sweep up the paper with Freddie's overly neat handwriting on it.
I don't know. I thought I would really mind this, but I don't, you know? Do you think that's weird?
"I dodged a bullet there," Sam muttered to herself as she was about to toss the note into the trash can- but instead she crumpled it up into her hand and slipped it back into her pocket, a small smirk on her face as she entered the apartment building.