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Chapter 7
Who Did It?
Their shouts echoed through the halls of the school. A bang later and it grew louder as they entered the auditorium, Sam's angry yell undistinguishable from Freddie's frightened scream.
There was a thud, and after a few seconds the shouts died down. Well, Freddie's turned into a weak whimpering of defeat.
Sam was on top of Freddie, pinning him down as he desperately tried to shield himself from Sam's angry blows.
"Sam, stop!" he cried, swatting her fists away. "This won't accomplish anything!"
"What did you do to me?" she yelled, her punches getting harder and harder as if she can punch the answer out of him. "Spill, Benson!"
Freddie put his arm over his head in defence. "Okay, technically, you're the Benson here and-"
That earned him a punch in the gut. He moaned in pain. You just had to say it, huh Freddie?
"Cut it out, will you?" he shouted.
"You can't tell me what to do!" And to prove her point, she punched him harder.
Freddie cringed. He really wasn't in the mood. "Sam!" He bellowed, his loud voice echoing around the auditorium.
Sam stopped, but she kept her fists perfectly poised for the next punch.
"You've got thirty seconds, nub!" she spat. Freddie opened his mouth to start, but then did something unexpected.
He caught Sam off guard, and now he was the one on top of her. Sam gave a startled yelp before glaring up at him. He had his hands on her wrists to prevent her from punching him... or giving him any more bodily harm.
"Get off me, Fredwad!" she spat as she wiggled vigorously. Instead of obliging like he would have, he tightened his hold on her.
"Listen to me, Sam!"
"Get off of me first!"
I don't have a death wish, so "No!"
"Nyeeeh!" She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Oh real mature, Sam!"
Sam gave a push, her face turning red due to the effort. She sighed in frustration. "How did you get so strong?" She hated to admit it, but the nub was finally stronger than her.
"I told you," his voice turned into a smug one, "I've been working out,"
Sam rolled her blue eyes at him. "Yeah, right."
"Sam," he began, but he stopped himself by exhaling. Relax, Freddie, relax. You've got the upper hand now.
"What?" she spat, lazing her eyes. "I'm listening!"
Freddie was surprised, but he still spoke up. "Good. If I let go will you promise to behave a-"
"And now you're boring me,"
Freddie shouted in frustration then looked up to the heavens. He whispered a prayer to Gosh to hold himself together. Look on the bright side, he thought, you found Sam. Now if I can just get her to...
He didn't notice that Sam stopped fighting him. She just lay there, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
"What?"
She chuckled. "Are you talking to yourself?" And I thought he can't get any weirder.
Freddie rolled his eyes. "No, now can we please talk about this in a civilized manner?"
Sam puckered her lips, deep in thought. "Fine," she finally said, "I got all my rage out anyway,"
Freddie glared at her and she just beamed at him.
"Okay," he breathed, easing his weight off of Sam. "I'm letting you go in 5, 4, 3, 2,"
Sam pushed him off of her with more force than necessary. Freddie landed with a loud thud on the floor. Sam sat up and dusted her back and shoulders. Freddie looked up at her with lazed eyes, and she just shrugged.
"What? You were taking too long."
Freddie sat up, dusting his shoulders. "Now that that's over, can we talk about-"
"Hey, you got any meat?"
"Sam!" he shouted in frustration. Sam jerked her head back.
"Fine. I'll get some later."
Freddie ran his hand over his face. "Can we get serious, for like, 5 minutes?"
"Sure," Sam chirped, and she looked at him right in the eye. A few moments of silence later, she cracked up. "No, wait. I'm sorry! I can't take you seriously with that face!"
"What face?" Freddie ran a self-conscious hand over his face. "There's nothing wrong with my-" Finally getting it, he glared at her. Sam just laughed harder.
Freddie tackled her again, and they landed on the floor with a thud. Sam's eyes widened while Freddie narrowed his.
The next thing they heard was a loud gasp.
.:SEDDIE:.
The school bell rang, and the class emptied the room like there was a plague.
Carly walked briskly towards her locker, not wanting to keep her boyfriend waiting. Griffin was outside on his brother's motorcycle, and they were going on a joyride around town. Her brother wouldn't mind... well, he would if he knew.
She rolled her eyes and chuckled at her brother's gullibility. She'd never admit it out loud–it would kill her reputation– but she loved her weird older brother. She hated dating Griffin behind his back, especially after hearing his opinion of him, but she needed to. A bad boy as hot as Griffin was just too good to resist. And it does help that it boosts her reputation around school, too.
She was just getting something from her locker when she remembered what happened earlier that day. Everything was normal... until that girl walked up to me. And I thought Griffin already told that Fredward kid to stay away from me.
She couldn't bring herself to call Samantha a nub or call Fredward a douche bag (Tasha's choice words for them), even if it was only in her mind. She hated calling people bad names, even if it was just 'nerds, geeks, losers,' and such. Spencer says it's not ladylike. But she had to, because when you care enough about your reputation, then you've got to separate yourself from the nubs. And one way is putting them firmly in their place.
Of course, Carly only does the nasty stuff when it was absolutely necessary; that was usually Tasha's department.
"Hey, Carly!" a boy said over her shoulder. Carly turned to see an AV geek grinning sheepishly at her.
She furrowed her tried to act cold when she said, "What do you want?"
Sean's grin went wider. Finally, Carly acknowledged his presence. "I was wondering if you would–"
"No thank you, Sean," somebody said from behind him. They turned to see Tasha, fake sweetness on her face, "Now run along! Go back to your herd of nerds or something."
Sean looked depressed. Carly mouthed an apology, but she pursed her lips before Tasha could see. They watched the boy walk away.
Finally Tasha turned to her. She had an accusing look on her face. Carly shrugged and turned back to her locker.
She had zoned out earlier, making her totally forget what she was doing by her locker. She just hastily pulled a book or two out of it, slammed it shut, then turned to Tasha with a fake smile on her face. "Hey, Tasha!" she greeted.
Tasha moved closer and lowered her voice to a whisper. Carly knew it was so that no one would overhear them. "Since when are you popular with the AV club?" she asked slowly, a curious glint in her eye. "And I mean popular in a bad way."
"Uhm, what do you mean?" Carly asked, trying to be nonchalant.
Tasha raised her eyebrow. "You know what I mean!" she hissed. Carly jerked her head back. Tasha resumed whispering. "Why did that AV geek come up to you saying she's your best friend?"
They were talking about Samantha, not Sean.
Tasha looked hurt, but Carly knew better. In all the years she spent with her friend, she knew when the girl faked it or not. She assumed Tasha wanted to get some answers out of her by riling up her guilt.
"I have no idea," Carly didn't need to lie then. She honestly didn't know why Samantha walked up to her that morning.
Tasha didn't look pleased with her answer. "Have you been socializing with nerds behind my back?"
"No!" was Carly's answer. She looked offended that Tasha accused her like that, but deep down she didn't know what was so wrong with talking to nerds. They're people, too! And they can be funny and... Oh right, social suicide. "Tasha, I've been with you all week! And if I wasn't with you I was with Griffin." She tried to put some sense into her friend.
"True," Tasha shrugged, "Well, what about that Puckett kid?"
Carly raised her eyebrows innocently. "What about him?"
"Carlotta Shay!" Tasha exclaimed, making a scene. Carly pulled her arm down and shushed her loudly. She could be such a drama queen! "You already have a boyfriend, and a hot one at that!" Tasha hissed.
"I know!" Carly hissed back. For a second there she thought Tasha was jealous, but her need to explain overrode her capacity to see through her friend's mask. "Nothing's going on between me and," she lowered her voice, "that douche bag, alright? I don't know why he came up to me either!" She knew she wasn't lying, but she felt so dirty calling anybody a douche bag. But it was the only way she can convince Tasha to believe her.
"Good," Tasha said, "'Cause I want that bad boy for myself,"
Carly was taken aback. What in the world happened here? And how did Fredward turn from douche bag into boyfriend material? "Tasha! Really? A juvenile delinquent?"
"What?" Tasha looked hurt. "Don't go all 'prim and proper' on me Shay! It's not like your boyfriend's a saint!"
Carly pondered it. "Well, yeah,"
"So," Tasha began, a glint in her eye. Her voice was an excited whisper. "I need you to help me!"
"With what?" Carly asked, looking lost. She forgot what they were talking about for a second. She went into a daze thinking about her boyfriend... and his abs.
Tasha looked irritated by Carly's blank stare, but she shook it off. Giddily, she answered, "Getting me a bad boy! Duh!"
Carly was appalled. "Oh,"
She didn't know why, but the thought of Tasha and Fredward together made her sick. It felt so wrong.
.:SEDDIE:.
Mitch woke up from his nap. "Boy, doing that much magic sure is exhausting!" he said while he stretched. "Well, I do need a new platter of chicken wings," he grinned, but caught himself, knowing the Big Guy can hear him. "I mean, I needed to teach those two teens a lesson!" He made sure to make his voice loud and clear.
He knew he should be down there explaining the situation to those two, but he couldn't go down just yet. Heck, they don't even remember talking to him. Of course, it was his fault for appearing in a dream and not in real life, but it was the only way he could reach the two simultaneously. Well, he did bend a few rules to get their dreams to coincide, but he didn't worry about getting in trouble that much. It was for a bigger cause. He hoped the Big Guy thought the same.
He chuckled nervously as he made his way to his laptop. He turned it on and the screen lit up, showing Sam and Freddie walking down the hallway. Freddie was looking sulky while Sam glared daggers at him. He shrugged; at least Sam didn't kill Freddie yet. Things looked good, until he saw who was behind them.
"Ai-ai-ai..." He gulped, stretching his collar nervously. Guess he spoke too soon. This is going to be interesting.
.:SEDDIE:.
"Can either of you tell me how you two ended up in that... position?"
Sam just glared straight at Freddie, who sank lower into his seat.
They were in the Principal's office. Principal Franklin went into the auditorium to turn off the lights and lock the doors when he saw the two teenagers on stage. They looked like two characters acting out an intense scene. Thank goodness nobody else was there to see them, Principal Franklin thought to himself.
Sam felt like taking the initiative. After all, she can turn this against Freddie. "It was that nub's fault!"
"Samantha!" Ted exclaimed, causing Sam to grit her teeth. "I never knew you carried a vocabulary like that!"
Freddie straightened on his seat. He knew that this wasn't their normal universe, in whatever sense of normal it was. He still wanted to ask, though, because it might help them piece the puzzle together. He knows Sam won't be much help in that department. "What do you mean?"
Principal Franklin turned to him, his mouth turning from slightly ajar to a flat line. Freddie knows this look. This was the look he used on Sam whenever she does something he disapproves of. Suffice to say he sees this look a lot.
Ted felt obliged to answer. "Well, Fredward, Samantha here is a proper young lady,"
The two teenagers choked. Well, Freddie's was more of a snort.
Sam wanted to say something, like Are you on drugs? Or How hard did you hit your head? Instead she was laughing out loud. After all the mental torture, it felt good to laugh about something, anything, even Principal Franklin's twisted sense of humor.
Freddie looked weirdly at Sam. How can she think this is funny? Well, in a twisted sort of way it was. He never thought he'd hear the words Sam and proper together in a sentence without the word isn't in the middle. He found himself laughing right along with her, and that caused her to stop.
She looked at him with an annoyed expression.
Once again, he sank into his seat. He shifted his attention back to Principal Franklin, who looked at them curiously.
"Well, I don't know how you can make this a laughing matter," he told the two, "Especially you, Fredward. You're lucky nobody else saw it. The last thing you need right now is Samantha's mother pressing charges on you again."
That was what caught both of the teenagers' attention.
Well, there you have it! A glimpse of what Fredward Puckett did to Samantha Benson.
I just have to say, isn't that name cute? (wink)
And now you all know that Carly isn't a total prissy in this story. I really like Carly, she is one of the main reasons I started watching the show, so I don't want her to be the bad guy here. I'm sorry if you're not too fond of the younger Shay! I feel like some Seddie shippers do hate her.
Anyway, thank you for reading this chapter! I hope you review!
Too-da-loo! Have a good day everyone!
~kalyn19
