iHurt

My shoulders slump forward as I try to keep it all in… to be me, Sam. The tough girl. I look back up at Carly with a straight face, no emotion crossing my features. Freddie is still clinging on to my hand, and Carly stands on the second stair looking a little scared. I watch her with this dead serious expression and she lets out a long breath. "Sam?" she comes down the stairs and places both of her hands on the back of the couch behind Freddie's back. I watch the couple, both of them watching me.

"What?" I rip my hand away from Freddie, making him look at the floor. "What do you want Carly?"

"I want to make sure that you're okay!" Carly insists, pointing to her chest. "That's what best friends do… and they stick together too. Why am I hearing that you're quitting iCarly?"

"I have other priorities," I lie, shrugging my shoulders for effect. Carly's expression turns from sympathetic to angry like a flip of a coin. I can hear her growl under her breath. I steal a glance at Freddie who has his elbows on his knees propping up his head, and he stairs blankly across the room as he sits between us. "You know Carly," I laugh. "Not every little detail is about you. I mean, did you really think that I would always just drop everything to hang out with you. I mean, I just don't understand how you can be so… so selfish." I know it's all misdirected angry, but it feels good to let it all out.

"Selfish?" she screams, pounding her fists against the cusions on the coach. My jaw tenses as I stare at her. "How the hell-"

"I'm going to go," I whisper, cutting her off. I wait a couple seconds as Freddie looks up and Carly's expression goes blank. "It's been fun," I nod, turning on my heel to head for the door. I'm about to leave when I feel a warm hand on mine. I turn to see Freddie's worried expression watching mine as I grimace back at him.

Carly bounds across the room, taking hold of Freddie's shoulder. "Where are you going?" she asks gently. "Please don't leave."

"I'm not leaving," Freddie whispers. I can feel my heart crack as I gulp down the pain. It isn't the time to show that kind of emotion. For all they know, I'm a soulless monster. "I'm just going to walk Sam to the parking lot… just to make sure she's okay," he leans over and kisses Carly's cheek. She blushes a deep crimson, nodding her head.

Freddie gives her a half smile and leads me out the door. Once the door is closed, I turn to him sharply, ripping my hand away from his once again. "You can go now," I say, pointing to his apartment. "I don't need you to baby sit me. I don't need anyone to 'make sure I'm okay."

"Yes, you do," Freddie takes hold of my arm instead of my hand. He pulls me into elevator where I slump against the wall. "You know Sam," Freddie puts his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "I was just upset about us breaking up… but maybe this is for the best."

"I'm thinking of moving," I mutter.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Trying to make me feel sorry for you!" he yells. "You were never thinking about moving out of Seattle! I mean, where the hell would you go Sam?" he stares at me, and I stare right back, my eyes boring into his. I see him gulp, maybe fear. I feel like hitting him, calling him a nub; anything but all this seriousness.

"I want to get away from you," I grit my teeth. Freddie's features soften a little, making him look a little sorry. He thinks this is all a game… I want to run out of the building and never see Freddie's face again. I don't care if I love him or anything like that. Freddie has made his choice and now he has to live with it. Him dating Missy would have been better than this…

"Sam," he whispers, his voice sounding broken. "I don't want you to leave."

"I'm done!" I yell, making him jump. "I'm done with you!" I poke him hard in the chest. "You stole everything from me! I wish that I had never met you! You stole all of my firsts and I would do anything to get them back," I steam. His expression is completely blank as he watches me, his body pressed up against the wall of the elevator. "I wish that I could have all of it back… so… s-so I could actually spend it with someone special. Someone who cares about me more than my best friend!"

The elevator doors open and I storm out. Freddie is right on my heels, apparently not shocked enough to stay put. I get about three feet until Freddie spins me around to face him. "I do care about you Sam!" he yells. "I always have! But we broke up!"

"So?" I look at him like he was the biggest idiot on the face of the Earth. Freddie shakes his head, breathing hard. "It was supposed to be us against the world Freddie… but I guess the world won. I hope that I'll see you again someday."

"Don't say that!" he yells desperately, wiping a tear violently off of his face. "Sam… you don't understand!"

"No," I shake my head, starting to back away. "You don't understand."

"W-what about your mom?" he asks as I keep walking away. "Melanie? Brad? Do you not care about how they feel? Go ahead and stomp on mine and Carly's heart, but they don't deserve it!"

"Let's keep in touch nub," I say softly, a fake smile lingering on my lips.

"Sam!"

I step out into the pouring rain; hail a taxi as fast as I can before zipping off into the gloomy city. "Where to ma'am?" the driver asks in a thick southern accent. I turn around in my seat, watching Freddie bound out of the building and into the middle of the street. I can tell by the look on his face that he can see me in the cab. He screams, yells, waves his arms around like an idiot, but in the heat of the moment, I turn away from him and meet the driver's eyes through the mirror.

"Just drive."

~Well... :/

Hope you are all liking this story! Reviews are ALWAYS appreciated :) Interested to see what Sam's problem is? I bet you can already guess considering the first chapter... ANYWAYS, what would you have done in a situation like this? Let me know! :D