We have Amber and Carly's POV of the class. I am not thrilled with this chapter, but here it is anyway.
Chapter 3 – In Class with Carly
Amber was so embarrassed with the way she looked. Her stockings had runs in them, her hair looked terrible, and her makeup was not applied to her standards. While Amber did pride herself on trying to look her best it was always for herself and no one else. Amber liked dressing up having perfect make up and well manicured nails and perfect style and she did not do it to impress anyone (well maybe Sam since they have been dating) but for her own satisfaction. She always liked to play dress up since she was like three and her mother would often scold for getting into her makeup and making a mess. As Sam would put it, Amber was a girlie girl and she prided herself on that. So normally she really would not have let it bother her to have others thinking she looked terrible and disheveled, but she had a class with Carly Shay of all people and the beautiful perfect brunette sat in her desk and looking at her with a mocking smile as if to say, "How can you of all people ever get a girl like Sam Puckett to like you? You are an ugly nerd freak!" At least that is what Amber thought the smile said.
She walked quickly to her desk and fell to the ground for the second time that day as she tripped over something. The Goth girl scrambled to pick up her books and papers and purse as she heard students laughing at her. Amber glanced up and noticed Carly trying her best not too laugh but her stomach was twitching. Someone handed her, her purse and she turned her head and saw Misty Shepard smiling at her. She mouthed "thank you" and took her purse. Amber stood and hurried to her desk, which was behind Carly and in the very back of the room.
"Mr. Nichols, I know you did not trip Ms. St. Clair on purpose, am I correct?" The teacher said.
"Ummm…no…it was an accident. I was just stretching my legs and the nerd…I mean…Amber…tripped. She's always been clumsy, you know." Troy Nichols said with a cocky smirk and the class, with the exception of Misty, laughed.
Amber always liked Misty even if they did not hang out in the same social click. Misty was mixed Asian and Caucasian and short and dumpy and wore nerdy glasses and while others called her ugly or fat, Amber thought she was just so cute. And Amber loved the girl's real name, Mystery, but everyone called her Misty. The girl was also brilliant. In school her and Amber were really on equal footing, but Amber saw Misty's SAT scores by accident one day and the girl scored a 2350 (almost perfect).
Amber sat down at her desk mortified and blushing deeply. She silently cursed Troy and wondered what he was doing in the class. He was not the smartest boy in school and as one of the star football players so he gets special treatment. Must be because Carly's in the class…he has the hots for her. Amber pulled her reading glasses from her purse. She liked the stylish black half frame glasses and thought she looked extremely cute when wearing them. She put them on and pulled them off quickly and examined them. On the right lenses was a large crack through the lenses. They must have cracked when she fell. Oh just fucking great…what a wonderful afternoon this is turning out to be. Amber felt tears well up in her eyes as she fought the urge to cry.
She put her damaged glasses back on and shuffled her books and papers back in order as he teacher continued to talk. Ms. Pendleton, the teacher, explained the course of the class and what to expect and what she expected. She gave a little back ground on herself explaining that she was a professor at a university but felt she could be of more use teaching high school students in the public school system. Amber liked that, she thought it was noble for Ms. Pendleton to give up a higher paying job to try and reach younger kids. Ms. Pendleton turned to pick up a book on her desk and Amber could not help notice the teacher's sexy legs and butt as her skirt slipped up and tightened around her butt. She was snapped out of her day dream when the teacher asked them to write a very brief short story about something that happened to them over the summer. She wanted it brief and entertaining and something true. She explained it could be funny or sad and it would not be graded.
Amber opened her purse again and searched for her pen. Some students were already writing or other staring off into space thinking and a few of the boys staring at their beautiful teacher as she sat down behind her desk. Amber rummaged in her purse and could not find her pen. She glanced up and saw it on the floor under Troy's desk. Oh, just great! I cannot believe this day! The class she was looking forward to the most was turning into the worst one she ever had. She wanted to run and cry. Amber took a deep breath and tapped Carly on the shoulder.
"Carly…Carly?" She whispered. Carly turned her head and when she did Amber got a whiff of the girl's hair. Yeah even your damn hair smells perfect, she thought.
Carly smiled her perfect smile, "What?" She whispered back a little harshly.
"Umm…can…can I borrow a pen. I can't find mine." Amber asked embarrassed.
Carly turned back around and opened her purse and pulled out a black ink pen and handed it over her shoulder to Amber. Amber whispered her thanks and thought about what to write. She thought for a moment and smiled. Amber put her pen to the paper and began to write a humorous story abut her and Sam's camping trip.
She wrote the truth of how out of place she was and the funny things that happened such as how she made the mistake of wearing a cute little brown earthy color skirt and green shirt with adorable stylish brown boots (no hiking boots) with one inch heels (all against Sam's warning). She wrote how Sam warned what to pack and wear and how she ignored her and packed just the cutest casual clothes her had and not those tacky cargo shorts and ugly hiking boots Sam told her to buy. Yeah, Amber brought the clothes but did not pack them and was going to give them to Good Will when she got home. She learned of her mistake after collapsing on the first day of their hike to the camp site and throwing off her pack and pulling off her boots, one of which had a broken heel, and seeing the blisters forming on her feet. She wrote how Sam doctored her sore feet but laughed the whole time and how Sam turned them around and they drove eighty miles to the nearest town and brought Amber clothes and boots more suited to the hiking and camping. Amber asked how far they were to the camp site before they turned around and Sam laughed and told her they had a five mile hike from the car to the campsite and they had walked not quite a mile before they had to go back. To Amber it felt like twenty miles. Amber wrote of other humorous antics on the trip and of course left out the more personal details. The bell rang and Ms. Pendleton told them to leave the papers on her desk as they departed the classroom. Amber quickly wrote the title of her paper at the top of the page, "Miss. Priss goes Camping", and handed Carly her pen back and gathered her belongings and started walking to the front of the class.
She had to stop when Troy stood up quickly in front of her and turned. He was a lot taller than Amber and had to bend down to whisper in her ear.
"I heard from Wynn you like sucking dick as much as you do eating pussy. Care to meet me behind the gym for a quick blowjob? I got twenty bucks for a blowjob and an extra ten if you swallow." The boy sneered.
Amber looked up at him. Troy was tall, well built, and very good looking. But he was stupid and a complete asshole and bully. He got by life on his looks and talent on the football field. His best friend in school was Wynn Phillips who happened to be a boy Amber did have sex with twice last year. Wynn was cute and Amber was crushing on him at the time and even though he was a jock he asked her out and they had sex and he called two weeks later and they had sex again. She found out he only used her to get laid after he found out she liked him. He told all his friends what a freak Amber was sexually and the things she did with him. Most of the things he told everyone they did were not true, not that Amber did not want to do those things she did, but Wynn was too scared to do them. Amber really was not bothered by the rumors (some true and some not true) since she had been dealing with those things for years. And of course she did not care much when he stopped calling since the boy was not very good and was timid in the bedroom. Amber hated timid lovers and that caused her to lose her crush. Well…ok it did hurt a little to find out she was just being used, but she got over it.
After then people really started thinking she was a whore and she thought it a waste of her time to defend herself. They would think that regardless. Amber was not as promiscuous as the rumors claimed. She loved sex, that was true, and she loved kinky sex. But overall she had only been with three girls, who included Sam and that time with Keisha, and three boys which included Wynn. And she had only been in love once and that was with Samantha Puckett.
The first boy she had sex with was sixteen year old named Mitch Mathews when she just turned fifteen and the summer after her freshman year in high school. Mitch was the classic bad boy and sexy as hell or so Amber thought. She dated him for almost the entire summer and had sex with on their second date, it you could call riding in is car and going back to his brother's apartment and getting fucked a date. They had sex a lot during the summer and that lead to Amber's second sexual experience with a boy. It was with an older friend (he was nineteen) of Mitch's and it was with both boys at the same time. Mitch talked her into it and Amber did enjoy it a lot and it only happened that one time. Damn, maybe I am a whore, Amber grinned as she thought of that time. She did enjoy the experience a great deal and had no regrets. Mitch was now in prison for B and B and assault with a deadly weapon. The next boy was Wynn Phillips and that happened last year at the beginning of the school year. It was a crush she had and did not end well and Amber now considered Wynn a waste of her time and she suspected he was a virgin and used her to lose his cherry. The there were the girls.
The first and the person she lost her virginity to when she was thirteen was Dawn Mullins. Dawn was her counselor at a stupid summer camp her brother insisted she go to. It was a special camp to help her cope with her parents' death; her brother felt she was having a hard time dealing with it. Dawn was seventeen and very pretty and a lesbian. Amber spilled her guts to the nice counselor and the counselor ended up using her position and Amber's grief to seduce her. Not that Amber complained. It was wonderful and Dawn taught Amber a great deal over the remaining two weeks of the camp. She taught Amber the thrill and excitement of mixing pain with pleasure. Amber learned through Dawn she was a submissive girl and would need dominant lovers to fulfill her sexually. Then of course that brief tryst with Keisha and then Samantha Puckett. Sam was the first person she loved and the intensity of her love for Sam scared her at times. She was almost obsessed with the girl and her love and that worried her. She wanted a future with Sam, but she also wanted to go to college and that would be hard since in honesty Sam could not go to one of the schools Amber would go to and she felt Sam would not move with her and they would drift apart. Then there was Carly Shay. Amber felt all Carly would have to do is make amends with Sam and Sam would break up with her. They had too much of a past and that terrified the Goth girl. She loved Sam to much to begrudge her girlfriend a chance to be friends with Carly again, but also hated the idea.
Amber stared at Troy and normally she would have had at least ten insulting comments, but her mind was a blank due to the terrible afternoon she started having since she entered this classroom. All she could mutter was, "Troy, please move." Troy smiled down at her and brought his hand up and ran it through her hair. Amber stepped back to avoid the unwanted caress and felt her boot heel step on something and then she was pushed forward into Troy.
"Damn, that hurt. Watch where you are going, freak. God, you are so pathetic." Amber turned and saw Carly glaring down at her and then felt a hand brush her hair. She jerked around and saw Troy leering down at her.
"Come on Carly, don't temp her. As pretty as you are, the little dyke here would rather go down on you instead of me. So what do you say, slut, care to suck me off today?" Troy actually grabbed Amber's arm.
Amber wanted to cry, she actually felt tears once again welling up in her eyes when Carly nudged her and Troy out of the way, "Just move, Troy! God you are such a pig sometimes and I was actually thinking about going out with you this weekend!" Carly walked out of the room and when she got to the door she turned and gave Amber a look of pity that the Goth girl could not understand. Troy let go of Amber and ran after Carly, "Come on Carly…I was only teasing!" When he got to the door he too turned and looked at Amber, "I'll still get you, dyke!" and he ran down the hall after Carly.
Amber stood there breathing hard and trying to hold in her emotions in check as she walked to the door. She always prided herself to role with what ever was thrown her way, to not let the words of others hurt her, and to never hide who she is. But this time it bothered her and it all had to do because Carly Shay was in the same class as her. She knew if it was anyone but Carly who called her a freak or insulted her or saw her with her torn stockings or saw her fall down, she would have laughed it off with no second thought. Amber hated how she felt so inferior to Carly and she was for the first time since she has been dating Sam, she hated they had a past. She got jealous of that past on occasion...a lot of occasions…but she never begrudged Sam her past friendship with Carly…until five minutes ago. "Clair! Ms. St. Clair" Amber snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her name being called and turned to see Ms. Pendleton sitting on her desk with her legs crossed which made her skirt rise up and expose a good portion of her thigh. Amber could not help but stare at the beautiful leg.
"Your paper, Ms. St. Clair, you forgot to turn it in."
"Oh…sorry…I…I got…sorry." Amber replied and walked to the desk and handed her paper to her teacher. Ms. Pendleton took it gently and looked at the girl.
"Amber, are you alright? You seem upset. I…I could not help but over hear some of the things that were said by Ms. Shay and Mr. Nichols. I know it is not my place, but sometimes talking can help. If you like we could chat since I have a free period and I could write you an excuse for you next class."
Amber shook her head, "No, M'am…I'm fine…I…I'm used to it…but thank you anyway." Amber answered and quickly walked from the class. When she got to the door she turned her head and saw Ms. Pendleton watching her. The teacher gave her a smile which made Amber blush as she left the room. She walked down the hall to her next class, gym which she considered a complete waste of her time, and all she wanted to do was find Sam and have her girlfriend hold her whole she cried.
Carly sat in the new class waiting for the bell to ring. She was looking forward to the new Creative Writing course and thought it could help her when she went to college. She was determined to be a journalist in the print media and then advance to television. She was not going to be one of those fluff journalists who got jobs by their looks, but a hard nosed reporter. She would vision herself going to war torn countries and writing stories on the horror of the war. She got a craving for reporting since they did ICarly, not that the web show was reporting it was just fun, but having people listen to what she said gave her the bug. Carly was smart, she knew that, she was probably the third smartest girl in the school, Misty Shepard being first, and that bitch Amber St. Clair second. She had great SAT scores and a lot of extra curricular activities that were not limited to cheerleading. She was the editor of the school paper as well.
Her attention was directed to the front of the class and away from her thoughts and pretending to listen to Troy Nichols bragging and asking her out. The teacher, who introduced herself as Ms. Pendleton was very pretty and young. She looked about twenty five or twenty six. She started to explain the class and expectations when Carly tuned her out.
Carly sat there and her thoughts drifted to Sam and she smiled. She was going to make Sam her friend again and maybe even more. Today was a good start and she mentally kicked herself for being so stubborn over the summer. With the past her and Sam had, all she had to do was tell Sam he truth and they could be together again, but this time in a closer way. She cared too much about Sam to let her go and she was getting tired of trying to fit in and be popular. It was fun and she was having a great time, but it was not worth losing Sam over. She cared way too much for the other girl to let anything stand in her way. And right now that thing in her way was Amber St. Clair. Carly had been racking her brain ever since lunch on how to get Amber out of the way. The girl was just to damn cute and sexy to think Sam would toss her way like yesterdays trash and she was smart. That was a problem; the girl was too intelligent to be manipulated. Also a problem was Amber's free style attitude, something Carly envied in the girl. From the rumors she heard and some she even believed Amber was a freak in more ways than one. She heard stories that the girl liked strange things sexually It was obvious Sam liked the girl and hell she may even love her. Jealousy ran through Carly as she thought of Amber being in Sam's embrace and both girls telling each other how much they loved one another. I hate her and she is not going to keep Sam away from me! Carly thought and her attention was brought back when the classroom door creaked open. It was Amber.
Carly looked over the girl and thought how different she looked right now than at lunch. Her hair was down and appeared to have been hastily brushed, her makeup looked as if it had been applied haphazardly, and her stockings where torn at the knees and dirty. Carly giggled at the last part. The girl looked a little worse for wear. Carly wondered what had happened to her since lunch and then looked at the girl's face as she listened to the teacher telling her where to sit. She looks like…like she just had sex! That is what Spencer's fiancée looks like right after they do it! Ohhh…I bet her and Sam…Stop, stop it Carly! Don't think like that! God I hate her! Carly thought as Amber made her way to her desk, right behind her! Carly tried to get the thought out of her head but all she could picture was Amber's cute face between Sam's sexy legs and Sam screaming in orgasm. Carly's mind then flashed with the two girls hugging and kissing after a blissful experience when she saw Amber fall to the ground and her books and papers and purse spill across the floor. She held her laughter but it was hard to control and her stomach jerked as she chuckled with her mouth closed tight.
As she thought about what to write she heard Amber whisper her name and ask for a pen. Carly, being Carly, gave her one and then focused back to her paper. She thought of what to write as she heard Amber scribbling away behind her. She thought what she did over the summer and it seemed boring. She went to parties and the cheer camp, but none of those things could compare to the fun she had with Sam over the summers and the times they did ICarly. Carly sighed and decided to write about the previous summer, she knew it was not the instructions, but she would make a note about it on the paper. She wrote of how she, Sam, Freddie, Mrs. Benson, and Spencer went to Japan to the web show awards. She had to leave a lot our but she included some of the more humorous antics. She would smile to herself when she thought of the crazy things they did and then sadness would hit her when she thought of Sam. How damn stupid could I have been to let her go! How much of an idiot was I to allow her to leave like that! I am such a coward! And how I must have hurt her! That is the worst, knowing the pain I caused her! No wonder she jumped into the waiting arms of that evil harpy behind me! She was hurt and needed comfort and that bitch was just waiting there like a spider! Well no more! I am getting you back Sam Puckett and nothing is going to stop me. Especially that whore Amber St. Clair! Now I wish I never would have warned Sam about Maria and Keisha. I should have let those bitches get rid of that whore for me! Oh Sam…God I am so sorry and I am going to make it up to you a hundred times over. I promise you and nothing is ever going to come between us! You have been so dear and precious to me and always there for me when I needed you and I treated you like shit! Never again! Carly said in her mind as she waited for the bell to ring. Her paper complete she read over it again and again and felt tears well up in her eyes as she thought of Sam and their past friendship. She also felt hate for Amber build inside her as well and thought of some way she could break the two up. It would be hard since Amber was attractive with her hot little tight body and cute little ass, but Carly had something Amber did not have…Carly had a past with Sam that went back years.
The bell rang and Carly saw Amber quickly get up and make her way to the front of the class only to be stopped by Troy. Carly stood and was making her way to the front of the class when Amber stepped on her foot. It hurt as the heel of the Goth's boot dug into her toe. She cursed the other girl and told Troy he was a pig and stormed from the class room. When she got outside, Carly reached in her purse and pulled her cell phone out and went down her contact list. She saw Sam's name and number and pressed "talk". The phone went straight to voice mail and Carly was glad to see that the girl did not change her cell number.
"Hey, Sam…this it Carly…I…I just wanted to say hi and…well…damn, I don't know what to say…funny huh? Anyway I just wanted to say hi and umm…call me sometime…if you want I mean. I…I would really like that, for you to call me. Call my cell or home. Same home number; I hope you still have it. Well…bye Sam. I…Imissyou!" She hung the phone up quickly. The call made her nervous and excited at the same time.
