AN: I just wanted to thank everyone who voted on the What Song Reminds You of Sam and Carly polls. The two songs that one will be featured soon in upcoming chapters so keep an eye out for it. Enjoy the new chapter!
(Sam's POV)
I never had this feeling before. The one where your hard work finally pays off. The one where your life long dream finally comes true. That's how I feel. For the first time in my life. And it happened with Carly screaming to the city that I'm Carly's girlfriend.
I'm Carly's girlfriend. No matter how many times I say it in my head, it doesn't sound authentic. More of a fantasy. It doesn't even feel real when we are walking to school and her hand is placed with mine. When she leans in and kisses me on the neck. It doesn't seem real. But it is.
"There you go baby. Good as new." Carly says, putting the last of the makeup on my black eye.
I look at my reflection in the mirror on the door of Carly's locker. She was correct; it didn't even look like I have a black eye. I do an immediate super model pose. "How do I really look?"
Carly's eyes inspect me from head to toe. Licking her lips seductively.
"As sweet as candy."
Carly and I turn around to see Warren and Freddie standing before us. Warren, the same motherfucker who beat me up last Saturday night. The same prick who I though I could start a relationship with.
"Hey Carly, hey Sam." Freddie breaks the tension that he never knew was there.
"Hey." Carly says. How could she be talking at a time like this?
"So, Warren and I have been talking and he came up with a skit involving him and Sam." Freddie waits to see what we have to say.
I struggle to talk but nothing comes out. Just a twisted knot in my stomach causing pain and anxiety as Warren gets closer to me. Placing his hand on the side of my face. The side he hit.
"You don't mind, do you?" He gives me the identical smile before he tried to rape me.
No! No! I thrust my way out of the pack, running down the hallway. Everything around me is becoming a haze. Not stopping for anybody, I slide between packs of people, knocking some of them down, until reaching the girl's bathroom.
It was unoccupied, which made it easier to weep. But no matter how hard I tried, no tears were willing to come out. The sobs were there, but no tears.
I go into one of the stalls and lean over. My stomach heaves in and out, pushing everything inside up. Embracing the sides of the toilet seat, I open my mouth and let everything come out. Everything I ate and drank spewed from my lips. My breath begins to taste sour and I feel my hair being pulled back.
"Shh…let it out baby. Just let it out." Carly says as she holds my hair and rubs the small of my back.
Why is she here? I mean I know why she's here. She is alarmed about me. But, why is she here with me while I'm puking?
I flush the toilet and wipe my mouth. Standing back up, I let myself plummet into her arms. It's the solitary place I feel secure. My eyes look up at hers. The tears finally pouring down my face.
"Please, Carly, please! Don't let him come on iCarly. Promise me."
Carly cups my face. "He won't. I promise. He'll never ever come on iCarly and touch or even come near you again. Not as long I'm around."
I start to feel a little better. I love the things she says to me. They make me feel special. Make me feel wanted.
"Please stop crying." Carly uses the tips of her finger tips to wipe the corners of my eyes. "Warren doesn't deserve your tears. Fuck Warren." Her voice was fiercer. "No, wait. Don't fuck Warren, if there is anybody you're gonna fuck it's me."
I feel myself blush, not only because Carly, I guess you can say ordered me, and said I could fuck her (I prefer make love to). But, because she said the word fuck. Carly is not a person who swears, so hearing those words come from those precious lips of hers sounds new.
"Be careful Miss Shay. Your wish may come true." She was now even closer to me. Pushing my back up against the wall.
"Hmm…you know, I don't mind that at all." Carly's lips were on mine once more. But this kiss was different. It was hotter. Sexy. Passionate than ever. Our tongues putting on a classic fight that was a Wrestlemania 25 main even in the making. My arms go around her waist as her hands worked their way up my shirt. Touching my virgin skin, leaving a passageway of Goosebumps in its way. I shutter as her fingers plow deep into my skin, making me break up our kiss to huff for air.
"Oh, I didn't hurt you, did I?" Carly begins to grasp her breath as well.
I shake my head. She wasn't hurting me. In fact, she was making me feel even better than I did before. She brushes my hair out of my face and lets out a snort.
"What's so hilarious?" I ask her, forcing her to break her amusement.
"Nothing. I just realized that I'm making out with my girlfriend in the bathroom." She says thorough her giggles.
"Beggars can't be choosers."
Ding! Ding! Ding! The bell rang causing us to finish our early morning bathroom make out conference.
I look at her with depressing puppy dog eyes. "So, that's it." My lips mope out.
"Yea," she began. "Can I walk you to your first hour?"
"I'll be honored." I redden.
That's how we went down the hallway to my classroom. Me and Carly walking together. Close like we were stuck to the hip. Carly's left arm wrapped around my waist with her hand tucked dangerously in my back pocket. Every once and awhile, giving my butt a little tickle. I could walk with her forever like this. She can be my protection when I'm scared, my cover when I'm freezing, my pillow when I'm tired, and my air when I no longer can breath.
My heart sinks low as we get to the classroom door. But Carly brings it back up.
"I'll be thinking about you all day." Carly says into my ear, in-between nibbles of my earlobes. "Thanks for the morning fun. I love you." She pinches my butt before leaving me to myself.
That's how much of the weeks went at school. Quick make out sessions in the girl's bathroom, with lots of touching and teasing from Carly. She also taught me the great technique of French kissing. Then she would walk me to class while whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
How would you want school any better than it was?
Spring Break is coming up and all I can think of is having a week off school and spending that week with my girlfriend.
We haven't spent that much time with each other outside of school. With homework and iCarly taking much of our time. Besides school and our before bedtime phone calls, we haven't spent that much time as a couple. I can't be mad at her though, she's been keeping her promise. Warren has not been near me or talked to me since that little scene a couple days ago.
"Sam? Sam, are you even listening to me?" I look up and noticed my mom was talking to me.
"Huh? Oh, sorry, I was distracted." I play with the fried chicken that was on my plate.
"I guess. You haven't eaten anything. Everything ok?" My mom asks in-between bites of her chicken.
"Yea. Everything's fine. Swell actually. As you were saying." I finally take a chunk out of my chicken, letting the juices flow down my throat .
"Well, I was just saying that your Uncle Boomer just got out of jail and the family is throwing a party. They are flying us to Detroit. We'll be there for a week."
A week? In Detroit? With my family? All of them? Away from Carly? No! They can't make me go. Not with Spring Break Carly time finally in my hands.
"Umm….that sounds fun." I stammer. "But---"
"You can't go." My mom cuts me off causing me to nod in agreement. "Figures."
"I'm sorry mom. It's just school projects and end of the year things." I try to clarify.
"I understand. I'm surprised you made it this far."
Her words sparked my curiosity. What does, "I'm surprised you made it this far", mean? But I chose not to fight. My mind is already in panic mode with the news my mom just gave.
"Well, I just can't have you stay here by yourself. So, you can stay with Carly while I'm gone."
YES! This totally rocks! Thanks mom. I get to stay with Carly all Spring Break. Just her and me. Me and her. At her place…..with Spencer.
Shit. I forgot about him. How can I get passionate with Carly when I know Spencer is in the same house? Or worse, Freddie? The only way this can be perfect is if we had a place of our own. Unless….