Alright so first things first, i got alot of great reviews and thanks. you guys rock so much! I'll keep up the work if you guys keep the reviews comin. thanks again. and now...on to the chapter...all in Sam pov...
Alright, I've come to the conclusion that Freddie is wrong. Like on every level that a person can be wrong on. I don't like Carly. Not in the slightest.
"Sam?" and so what if I did? What's he gonna do about it? Nothin! He's just gonna be his little dorky self and force me to have to cause him pain. "Sam?" well not too much cus he's still one of my best friends and despite what some people may think, I do sorta possibly in a strange own Sam way care about him. Like, I'd kick your ass if you messed with him, but I'd kick his ass if he breath too loudly. "Sam?!" gah!
"I'm right beside you captain dork-tron." I say to Freddie I turn to glare at him but he's lookin too amused. "What's with that smile?" I ask suspiciously. He know somethin I don't?
"Oh nothing. Just dealing with the fact that I'm right and you like Carly." he says sounding so very sure of himself.
"Uh, no, I don't." I reply. Cus ya know, I don't. She's just my best friend.
"Hey guys." speak of the devil.
"Well hello Carly." Freddie says trying to sound cool I guess. It isn't working. Apparently Carly thinks so too. Ha! You don't stand a chance dork boy!
"Um...anyway, Sam?" she looks around him. This girl is absolutely beautiful. Her hair, eyes, lips, and here I go again. Stop it Sam! You don't like Carly, you don't like Carly, you don't like Carly y- crap she's bending over.
alright, I've come to a new conclusion. That I have a small-barely there-to tiny to notice-gonna get over it soon crush on Carly. And that's alright cus she's my best friend so it's actually expected. But it's not like it's gonna last long. Nope. Not gonna happen. I bet I'll be over her by my ne-
"Puckett!" I hear. I frown and turn around. Oh great, what does Tasha want?
"Jones!" I retort. She's got an angry look on her face and I think back. I haven't done anything to her. She grabs my arm dragging me into the bathroom.
"What was that?!" she bellows once she clears the stalls. This girls sorta intimidating. I like it.
"What?" I ask leaning casually against a sink.
"Last night! Y-you...and iCarly...and..." she stops talking and starts to fidget.
"Yeah..." I press on. Oh! "Oh! You mean the whole shout out thing?" I ask. She nods. "Your brother asked." I shrug. She sighs and starts to pace.
"Look, it wasn't funny, ok? Do you know what people would say if they found out I watched...iCarly?" she asks with a shudder. I frown.
"There's nothing wrong with watchin iCarly. And secondly who cares?" I ask. She looks away then back to me.
"I do. I can't watch that show. It's not cool." she says. I sigh.
"Almost everybody watches iCarly. And if this is about that little Nevel freak, then just ignore his review." I say waving my hand. She crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the wall opposite to me. She doesn't say anything for a few minutes before she sighs.
"Whatever." she mutters.
"Aww c'mon. I'm your favorite, you're supposed to like...listen to all the bull crap I say!" I exclaim and she lets out a small giggle. Well she has a nice smile, not as nice as Carly's but it's still nice. Dammit. I sigh and tilt my head back. I feel a hand on my forearm and look to see I'm starin right at Tasha. She looks like...concerned.
"Somethin wrong?" she asks. I frown. Do I really wanna talk to her about that? Nope.
"Yeah, I closed my eyes and thought of ms. Briggs." I say. She smiles but stands there. She tilts her head to the side a little and just stares at me. For some strange reason I don't look away. She offers me a small understanding smile.
"Y'know, I'm way better at reading people then some think." she says. I frown. What's her point. "And unlike the rest of the population that watch iCarly, I'm very preceptive." she says. "I can tell you have a crush on Carly." she says. I laugh.
"You are waaay off there buddy. I'm not cru-" a girl comes in but both of us glare at her and she retreats. "I don't like Carly like that." I say. She scoffs.
"Yeah, um..i'm not blind." she says. I frown.
"Look, I don't know who told ya that, but I'll beat you with them." I say threateningly. She just laughs.
"You are so cute!" she gushes. I frown and ball my fist up and she grabs my cheeks. Really. And it continues to...is the word coo? Crown? I forget but it almost makes me feel good. Never had nobody do this before but that's beside the point. Nobody, and I mean nobody calls me cute!
"What are you doin?! Let go'a my face!" I say trying to pull away. She just laughs letting me go eventually.
"Alright! Alright, I'll stop. But seriously, does she like you too?" she asks. I sigh.
"I wish." I say before I can stop myself. I frown and start to backtrack. "I mean, no cus I don't like her." I say but I know it's too late. She just smiles.
"Well, as I said before, I'm more preceptive. And can see, she clearly likes you too. But she doesn't know it yet." she says. I frown.
"Puh-lease. Carly's straight." I say. Her smile just gets bigger and bigger.
"Aww, your innocence is so adorable!" there she goes again with that gushing crap.
"Wh- wait. I thought you were mad." I say. She frowns.
"Oh I am. But, I've thought about it and you're right. Most of the people in this school watch iCarly so this could actually help my popular status." she says. I scratch my head. "And I'm gonna help you get your girl." she says. I frown.
"I always thought you were a bitch." I say. She frowns.
"I usually am...but I feel...nice right now." she says cheerily.
"Why does that statement scare me?" I ask. She just chuckles grabbing my hand.
"Just...go along with me." she says. And that, scares me even more.
She's crazy! I thought I had problems but noooo, this chick has some serious problems! She-sh-she wants t-
"What?!" I ask loudly startling everyone in the hall. "What are you lookin at?!"i ask and take satisfaction in the way they all scamper away like little ants.
"We can pretend to date and see if she gets jealous." she says like she just suggested we do homework. It's not that easy. She starts to walk off.
"We can't do that!" I say and take a moment to give a quick wedgie and smile at the sound of his scream. Ah, that was calming.
"Why not?" she asks. I had no idea she was even in my class. I frown.
"Because it wont work." I say. She turns to me quickly.
"Why not? And anyway what do you have to lose?" she asks. My rep!
"My rep!" I say. She smiles softly. She's gotta stop all this nice stuff.
"Sam, you're the toughest girl in the school. Everybody will still be afraid of you if you're 'dating' me." she said using air quotes. I frown. I'm not doin this.
"Your reputation." I offer. That'll change her mind.
"Already thought about my rep and it can only help."
"How so?"
"You're famous." she says. Is that supposed to explain anything.
"I still don't see how you think this could work." I say sitting beside her without thinking.
"You get to see if Carly gets jealous and I get to date someone insanely popular/famous." and yes she actually said slash. I shake my head.
"I doubt it..." I trail off. She's looking past my head and she smiles out of nowhere and giggles.
"Alright Sam." she says. I frown and turn around to see Carly lookin at us. She makes her way over.
"Hey Sam." she says with a smile. "Tasha." she forces out with a tight obviously forced smile. "What's up?" she asks. I frown about to answer but Tasha cuts in.
"Nothing except Sam just asked me out." she says. Carly frowns then looks at me. Oh yeah, I forgot that Carly didn't know. Heh. Go figure.
"Sam?" she says my name like she's confused.
"Uh yeah?"
"Did you?" I look from her to Tasha then back to her then to Freddie whose suddenly standing beside Carly.
"Yeah." I say. Carly smiles again. An honest smile at me but another forced one for Tasha.
"That's...great." she says. I don't even try to smile.
"Yeah. Hear my excitement." I say. Tasha nudges me hard in the side and I force a smile.
"Well alright...okay...yeah. I'm going...to my seat.." she says. She starts to walk and turns back to me. "Sam?" she tries. Oh yeah I usually sit by her.
"Uh, I'll be over in a minute." I say. She offers me a smile and I turn back to Tasha. Tasha just continues to smile past my head before looking me in the eye.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Freddie hisses. And again, I forgot he existed for minute there.
"I came up with a plan to help Sam get Carly!" Tasha hisses back. I cannot get a word in when those two start arguing.
"You're a genius!" I finally hear. I see Freddie smiling fondly at Tasha before turning to me. "Good luck." he says. He goes to walk over to his seat but I catch his hand. "Uh...thanks." I say. He smiles.
"Anytime." yeah, I can definitely see why he's my other best friend.