Implication 2
Freddie sat through his classes before lunch pondering what Principal Franklin had said. You need to tell them soon. It's not fair to them or to you. He knew that sooner or later he had to tell her how he felt. He had to tell her. He had to. He also needed to let the other one down easy.
Wack!
He looked to see what had hit him. He saw the crumpled up piece of paper on the ground, picked it up and read it.
'Wakey Wakey sleepy head. Carly.'
He turned to face his brunette friend who was smiling sweetly at him. He offered a weak smile in return. As he brought his attention to the front of the class, he felt something hit him again.
Wack!
He read the note.
'Boo. S.'
He looked over at the blonde who stuck her tongue out at him then snickered. He rolled his eyes at her before looking back at Mr. Howard.
Wack! Wack! Wack!
Three notes hit him. He bent over to pick them up but as he was about to grab the last one, someone beat him to it.
"Well, well, Mr. Benson. Passing love notes in class I see. Hand those over." Freddie gave Mr. Howard the other two notes. "Let's see what these say, shall we?"
Mr. Howard strolled to the front of the class and opened each note.
"Pick Sam," Said Mr. Howard after opening the first note. Freddie turned red and buried his face in his hands. Sam glared at the rest of the class, trying to figure out who wrote the note.
"Carly is cool," said the second. Carly's mouth dropped while Freddie kept his face buried.
Mr. Howard opened the third. "Miss Briggs?" The teacher had a puzzled look. Freddie raised his head and faced his teacher reciprocating the expression. In one corner of the classroom someone chuckled, then another, then another. Soon the entire class was in full out laughter, including Freddie.
"SILENCE!" shouted Mr. Howard. The uproar immediately stopped. He stared at the class room moving his sights from face to face. He settled on Freddie. "Mr. Benson. It is obvious that your presence here is counter-productive to a learning environment. To the Principal's office now! You can return to my class when you've sorted out your love life."
Freddie gathered his books and slowly got up. He glanced over at Carly who gave him a sympathetic look. Just before exiting the classroom, he cast his eyes at Sam. She stuck out her tongue and snickered again. He smirked as he left for the Principal's office.
…
Lunch
"Hey guys."
"Hey. Sup Carls?" said Gibby.
Sam just looked up from munching on her hamburger and grunted, acknowledging her friend's arrival.
Carly sat and started digging into her salad. "Any news on Freddie?"
"He texted me saying that he got no detention and that Principal Franklin is sympathetic to his plight," replied Gibby.
"I just can't wait for all of this to be over."
"Me too," said Sam.
"I was surprised that Howard threw him out of class though," said Carly.
"Ehh, the Nub deserved it." Sam shrugged.
"Sam!" Carly exclaimed.
"What?"
"Can't you show just an ounce of compassion?"
"Why should I?" Sam asked.
"Because you li-"
"Don't say it Shay!" exclaimed Sam, cutting off her friend, before Carly could reveal Sam's feelings for the dork.
"Fine I wouldn't. But just ease up on him a bit would you? Its enough he has the entire school breathing down his neck for answers, he doesn't need either of us giving him a hard time."
"Yeah whatever," she complied while polishing off her burger and starting on Gibby's fries.
"Hey!" Gibby protested.
"Shut up."
Carly took this time to look about the cafeteria. Almost all the tables held students looking over at them whispering deeply in conversation. She turned her head to see Charlie, a friend from the Math Club approaching. He sat at their table.
"Urg… nerd," Sam grumbled.
Charlie looked at Sam and shifted in his seat away from her, just in case. He looked at Carly, "Hey I don't know if you guys heard but a group of us were taking a poll as to who Freddie will choose."
"Yeah I heard of that! It's kinda creepy to think that I'm in some kinda poll though. How is it going so far?" Carly asked.
"Well initial results show-"
"Urg… nerd," Sam grumbled again, cutting off Charlie.
Charlie looked nervously at Carly. She smiled, "It's okay, just ignore her."
"O-okay… um… uh… well forty percent voted for you Carly, forty percent for Sam, fifteen percent don't know and five percent thought Freddie was gay."
Sam snickered. "Gay." She started laughing harder.
Carly was surprised at the results so far. Secretly she thought that she would have been the favorite to get Freddie but people obviously thought differently. She couldn't help but start to feel a bit jealous towards Sam.
Sam, meanwhile, couldn't get over the fact that five percent thought that Freddie was gay.
"Oh yeah," Charlie added, "and one person voted for Gibby."
The girls almost choked on their food and looked at Charlie then at Gibby. Carly looked back at Charlie and asked, "Uh, who voted for Gibby?"
Charlie started rummaging through the stack of papers he held until he found the information. "The person who choose Gibby was… uh… let me see… um… was Gibby!"
The co-hosts looked at Gibby confused, waiting for an explanation.
"Well I couldn't decide between the two of you and they were pressuring me to answer so I said what came to my mind first!" Gibby explained.
"Oh Gibby," Carly sighed while leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.
Charlie got up, "Well I'll see you guys around."
"Bye Charlie," said Carly.
"Urg… nerd."
Carly smirked at her friend's expression.
"NO HE SHOULD TOTALLY CHOOSE CARLY."
They turned to see the source of the outburst. A couple of cheerleaders were have a very heated argument.
"NO SAM."
"CARLY." The first cheerleader stood and glared at her opponent.
"SAM." The second cheerleader stood up, grabbed a fist full of mashed potatoes and threw it at the other girl.
The entire cafeteria was now looking at them, speechless.
The first cheerleader threw cole slaw in return.
"FOOD FIGHT!" someone shouted. Soon the entire room was in an all out war. Carly ducked for cover.
Sam grabbed Gibby's fries. "Hey!" Gibby protested, but backed down when she glared at him. She threw the fries at some random person.
…
Meanwhile, in the Principal's office.
"Hey Freddie, can I tell you something?" Principal Franklin and Freddie were having lunch at his office.
"Sure sir, what is it?" asked Freddie, looking up from his hamburger.
"I have a bit of a soft spot for Puckett and I have always though that you two would do well together."
"Really?" Freddie raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Yup. However, the rest of the faculty and my daughter are rooting for Carly. In fact the staff have a pool going."
"Oh." Freddie frowned.
"I'm just telling you this for telling you sake. I know that you have made a decision already and I know it would not change your mind. But I must say, they are both amazing girls in their own right and you will be lucky to be with either."
"I know." He nodded.
Suddenly the door to the office burst open with Miss running in. "We have a situation in the cafeteria. Foodfight."
"What's it about?" the Principal asked.
"Him," said Briggs, nodding towards Freddie.
Freddie's eyes bulged and he gulped. He stood, turned to Principal Franklin and said in a serious tone, "I know what I have to do. I need you to call a General Assembly."
Principal Franklin nodded and spoke into the PA system, "ATTENTION ALL STAFF AND STUDENTS. PLEASE PROCEED TO THE ASSEMBLY HALL NOW!"
