A/N: Okay, I decided on Sam's POV. It's pretty much Sam's view of the last chapter with some extra. Hope you like it!
iDon't Understand This Feeling
Chapter Nine: iDon't Believe a Word He Says
Sam POV
"Sam was actually being nice for once, like a real human being," Freddie said.
Freddie's comment hit me hard. It was supposed to be unmeaningful…so why did I care so much?
And "nice for once, like a real human being?" Was that really what Freddie thought of me, like I was some sort of robot who'd been programmed for evil and was just malfunctioning? I felt tears welling up and, not wanting anyone to see me cry, I ran upstairs, not saying a word.
I hid in the bathroom, the first room there with a lock besides the studio, and that had a clear glass door. Plus, there was a sink where I could pretend I'd washed my face, and my own secret supply of food. Just a few things like cereal or crackers; nothing good like meat, but it was something. It also gave me an excuse to stay up here, since I couldn't go very long without food. Of course, I had a supply in every room of the house.
The tears were threatening again, and I angrily wiped them away—Puckett girls never cry—but they fell anyway, no matter how much I tried to stop them.
I heard someone come up the stairs, and Freddie's voice yelling "Sam!" My eyes narrowed. Who did he think he was, saying that and then coming up after me like I was gonna forgive him so easily? Yeah, right. Nobody hurts Mama and gets away with it.
"Sam?" he said, almost asking a question, and he knocked on the bathroom door.
"Go away!" I told him. Oh, great. Now he'll know I'm in here and that I'm crying. Smart move, Sam.
"Sam—"
What doesn't that nub get of go away? It's really not that hard to understand. I got up from where I sat on the closed toilet seat and marched to the door. Opening it, I screamed at him and then slammed it in his face. Ha. I just wish I could've seen his face then. I locked the door as an afterthought; anything to prevent him from getting in.
There was nothing for a while. Did he finally leave?
I heard the knob moving and looked over to see it jiggling. Oh, no. He was trying to pick it to get in. I guess he finally learned something after all these years of knowing me.
I decided to have a little fun. I got in front of the door, in position to charge at it, and waited for the exact second the door opened. Let him think he won until then—and then, I'd strike. The lock clicked open.
"Ahhhhhhrgh!" I screamed as I bolted towards him. Surprisingly, he didn't run away in terror like he used to, instead he stood his ground. Hmm, the dork was actually standing up to me? He'd gotten tougher—although, he's never hit me back. Except that time when we both said "What? Why?" I'd slapped him for saying the same thing as me…and he'd slapped me right back.
Then he proved me wrong by stepping out of my way, revealing his true weak nubbiness. Not a smart move—I dove at air, making me even madder. Does he want to have several broken bones and bruises? "Get away from me, Fredward, unless you want to end up in a hospital!" Was he really brave—and dumb—enough to mess with an angry Puckett?
With those words, I spun on my heel back into the bathroom and slammed the door in his face. I hope I broke his nose.
"Sam, I'm not leaving until you listen to me!" he insisted. Dang it, it wasn't broken, I could tell from the way he talked. Maybe it's bruised. That's second best. "I'll stay here as long as I have to."
I made up my mind to simply ignore him. If yelling and threats didn't work on him anymore, maybe the silent treatment would. I've never given the silent treatment to anyone before—well, once. Eric Noseby Moseby. One day he'd come up to me and told me my Bacons of the World Club subscription was over. I'd pushed him down a flight of stairs, beat him up, and I haven't talked to him since. His loss.
There was quiet for a minute. But him leaving was apparently too much to ask for, so I hated on Q in my mind. Then he spoke. He gave a pretty good speech, about how sorry he was and how he hoped I could forgive him, but I didn't believe one syllable that came out of his mouth. Maybe if the rest of my life had been different and I hadn't been hurt so many times and listened to what every single one of my mom's boyfriends said to her, I could've. But that didn't happen, so I didn't say anything and I—finally—heard him walk downstairs.
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I waited a few hours, eating most of my food, until Freddie must have gone home. I snuck downstairs quietly, to find him sitting on the couch. Of course. He was probably waiting to see what I'd say to his little "confession." Well, he wasn't gonna know.
My eyes narrowed. "Get out of here," I told him bluntly, expressionless. He just stood there, mute and his eyes boring into me. I rolled mine and shoved him out of the way to get the door. I didn't want to deal with him right now. He didn't try to stop me, but I could feel his eyes on me as I walked out.
When I got home, I found my mom still awake. "There you are, Samantha!" she barked from where she was planted on the couch watching TV.
"Hey, Mom," I muttered, hurrying up to my room. It's not like she cared where I was anyway. This day's just gotten worse and worse ever since we got back from the party.
When I got upstairs I ripped off the dress and jewelry and scrubbed all the stupid makeup off my face. Everything I'd worn was discarded onto the moon-chair I had near my bed and I changed into pajama shorts and a T-shirt. Then I curled up in my bed, listening to Three Days Grace blast through my earbuds. I Hate Everything About You —one of my favorites, but I couldn't bear to listen to it now because in a way, it reminded me too much of me and Freddie. I settled for Never Too Late and slowly fell asleep to the music, dreading the next day.
A/N: There you go! By the way, if you don't know what a "moon-chair" is (that's just all I could think of to call it), it's one of those chairs that look like a half-circle. I've got a black one in my room, which is why I gave Sam one. They're awesome.
If you guys haven't listened to Three Days Grace, you should! One of my favorite bands, and to me they seem like the type of music Sam would like. I saw them in concert last Feburary. :)
Also, I've got another iCarly multi-chapter I'm working on:iSearch for Spencer! In which Spencer is kidnapped, so Carly, Sam and Freddie have to go save him. And Seddie will happen along the way. Coming soon.
