No no no no no no NO! Sam thought as she gaped at the letter she had stuck in the History textbook she had been pretending to study.
Here's your challenge: QUIT iCarly.
No! This creep has officially gone too far. When I get my hands on this jerk I'm going to-
"Sam?" A voice interrupted her inner rambling. She looked up at Freddie and gave him an annoyed look.
"What?" She snapped. Slamming the book shut and laying it down on the table. She was tired of looking at that stupid note.
Freddie's eyes widened as Sam glared at him, "I- I just wanted to tell you that your phone is vibrating." He stuttered, motioning to her phone sitting on the table underneath the strap of her bag and out of view of the librarian.
Sam picked her phone up to see that she had a new message. The number was unknown.
It's for the best, Sam. You wouldn't want your 'secrets' getting out, would you?
She dropped her phone on the table and Freddie looked up at her, startled.
"What's wrong?" He asked, setting his book down and giving her a concerned look. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She was... shocked. How did this creep even get her phone number? And what gives him the right... the right to do this to her? Who the hell does he think he is?
She was snapped out of her reverie when she saw Freddie, whom she still hadn't answered and had been trying to get her attention, reach across the table for her phone.
"No!" She exclaimed, snatching the phone up and throwing it in her bag. Freddie looked torn between frightned and hurt. She was about to give a lame excuse, when another voice joined their conversation.
"Excuse me!" The shrill voice of the librarian hissed from beside their table. Neither of the teens looked at her, instead Sam looked down at her History book and Freddie looked at Sam.
"Do we have a problem here?" The librarian demanded, folding her arms. She had pale red hair worn in a tight ponytail. She wore a blue and green old lady dress that only made her look like a television librarian (Minus the long ruler that she would hit against the table and the thick black reading glasses).
Sam didn't anything, but she could feel Freddie staring at her, waiting for her to look at him or make some attempt to answer the librarian.
After a few moments, she heard him sigh and he looked away from her, at the librarian, "No problem here, maam."
The librarian looked pointedly at Sam, but Sam did not look up from her book. "Well good. Because this is a libraryand it's a rule that-" The woman began rambling but Sam, irritated from the letter and the text, snapped at her.
"Look." She said icily, "He said there's no problem here. So why don't you prance back over to your office and change into something that doesn't make me want to vomit? You'll be doing us all a favor."
The librarian gasped, literally putting a hand to her mouth, "Excuse me! What did you just say to me! Do you know who I am?"
"Do you know who I am?" Sam snapped right back, slamming her book shut and standing up, face to face with the woman. "Sam Puckett. My picture is in the teacher's lounge. You know, it says WARNING right underneath." Sam glared.
The older woman's eyes widened as she stared at Sam in complete terror. Freddie jumped up before the woman could do one of two things: run away crying, or give Sam detention.
"Come on Sam," He told her, reaching down and picking up his bag and the Physics book he had been studying from.
"Whe-" Sam started but was interrupted by Freddie grabbing her arm and yanking her toward the door. She managed to grab her bag and book before she was pulled away from the glaring contest she was having with the snotty librarian.
As soon as they reached the hallway, Sam yanked her arm away from him and opened her bag. Busying herself with putting the book inside and pulling her phone out.
"What was that!" Freddie demanded, watching as she took her time to carefully place the book inside.
"She was being annoying." Sam mumbled, pulling her phone out and sticking it in her back pocket.
"So? Sam, you can't just threaten everyone who annoys you!"
She zipped her bag up and slung it on her back before looking up and glaring at him, "Says who?"
He rolled his eyes, but took a step back. "Sam.." He started but stopped himself, lowering his voice and leaning toward her, "What's going on?"
She avoided his eyes, shifting her bag on her back, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm always rude to faculty and staff."
"I mean what's been going on with you. All week you've been acting weird." He reached his hand out and touched her shoulder, trying to get her to look at him, "I'm starting to get worried."
Her eyes darted to his face and she glared, snatching her arm away, "Don't be." She hissed. Before pulling her phone out of her pocket and pushing past him, making sure to bump him extra hard.
As she walked away, toward Carly's last class to wait, she heard him sigh and turn in the other direction, toward their lockers. She looked down at her phone, where the message was still opened, waiting for a reply.
I'm not doing it. You don't control me. She typed in reply. Her phone didn't vibrate again until she reached the classroom. She sat down outside of the door and got herself settled first, before opening her phone and looking at the message.
You better. Or consider your whole high school career over. If iCarly comes on tomorrow and you're on it, your precious "reputation" will be ruined.
On the walk home, Sam decides she's had enough of this. Whoever this loser was, he was done messing with her. She was Sam Puckett and no one was going to take that from her. As Carly chattered on about some boy in her English class, Sam decided that she would have need help.
"Where's the nub?" Sam asked Carly, interrupting her gushing.
"He's staying after to work on a project. He said he'll be there in time for rehearsal though." Carly replied, confused as to Sam's sudden interest in what Freddie was doing.
Sam nodded and grinned at Carly, commenting that Freddie was such a nerd, before they continued the walk home.
When they finally reached Carly's apartment, Sam barged in, checking for Spencer.
"Where's Spencer?" She asked Carly, as she didn't see him anywhere. She wanted to make sure no one was around when she told Carly what was happening.
"I think he said something about meeting Socko about some new socks." Carly answered, throwing her bag on the floor and making her way to the kitchen, "You want some peppy cola?" She asked Sam, pulling the fridge open and pulling two out.
Sam nodded absentmindedly and took the cola, not opening it. Carly gave Sam a funny look and sat at the counter. "What's up? You seem a little... out of it." She commented, sipping at her drink.
Sam looked around one more time, before sitting across from Carly at the counter, "I have to tell you something." She said, biting her lip.
Carly put her drink down, seeing how upset Sam was. "You can tell me anything. What's going on?"
Sam fingered her drink, not meeting Carly's eyes. "Okay, look. You know how I've been acting kind of... not like myself this week?"
"Oh yeah." Carly replied quickly, nodding her head and raising her eyebrows, "Why have you been acting so weird. First, you were dressing like Melanie, then you were acting all nice to Freddie, and then you were... flirting with Freddie." Carly's face twisted into one of confusion.
"Well," Sam looked up at Carly's concerned and confused face, "The reason I've been acting so weird, is because I'm being blackmailed." She gave Carly an apologetic look.
Carly blinked, and then cocked her head to the side, "Wait, what?" She laughed, "You? Being blackmailed? For what? Stealing a ham?" She continued to laugh, waiting for Sam to join in. Sam's face, though, was serious, so she stopped laughing after a moment. "You-You're seriously being blackmailed?"
Sam nodded.
"By who?"
"If I knew that, I would beat them to a pulp and we wouldn't even have this problem." Sam rolled her eyes.
"Well," Carly shifted, "What are they blackmailing you with?"
Sam looked away, embarrassed already, not replying.
"Sam," Carly pushed, "You've got to tell me so I can help."
Sam sighed, "Well you know how Ted is making me see that The-rape-ist."
Carly rolled her eyes at Sam's name for the specialist, but nodded.
"Well, she made me write in a 'journal'. And I was writing in it for a few months, and then I lost it. Someone must have found it and now they've been torturing me with it."
"So someone stole your diary? Well what did you write about? Your love of meat? I'm sure there was nothing blackmail worthy. You don't have any deep dark secrets." Carly lifted her drink and took a sip, ready to dismiss the whole issue.
"Well..." Sam trailed off. Carly gasped and Sam looked up, giving her a grimace.
"What?" Carly exclaimed, "What's your secret! And why didn't you tell me?"
Sam got up and headed for the couch, picking the remote up, "Because I knew you would freak out."
"Me? Freak out? " Carly asked shrilly, getting up, "Why would I freak out? I mean, you are my best friend and you are keeping secrets from me..." She walked over and stood beside the couch, looking at Sam.
"Carles..." Sam said, "I mean, I wrote some things in that book that are very personal. But I'm not even sure about them. I mean, I'm not sure how I feel about them. And now this weirdo is taking it all and putting it out of proportion... I just want the stupid book back so I can burn it and forget any of this ever happened."
Carly frowned, "Sam, I'm your best friend, right?"
"Of course you are."
"Well why won't you tell me what the secret was that you wrote in your diary?" Carly demanded, monopolizing her exclaimation.
Sam huffed so Carly went on, "Look, Sam. You're my best friend and I want you to be happy. And you can't be happy if some creep is making you feel so sad."
"I mean," Sam frowned, shifting, "It's not like it's anything huge-"
"Oh. My. Gosh." Carly interrupted, smiling hugely at Sam, "It's a boy isn't it!"
Sam rolled her eyes, "Hardly."
"It is a boy! Now you have to tell me!" Carly gushed, sitting on the couch beside Sam. "Who is it?" She crossed her legs and gave Sam her full attention.
Sam hung her head, "No one..."
"Sam!"
"What?"
"Tell me!"
Sam took a deep breath, "Fine, fine. Just to get you out my grill!"
Carly smiled even wider, and Sam couldn't resist giving her a small smile back.
"Okay," Sam stopped smiling, looking down and biting her lip, "it'sfrewwied." She mumbled.
"What?" Carly asked, leaning forward, "I can't hear you."
"It'sfregges." Sam mumbled again.
"Sam," Carly said, frowning, "Speak up."
Sam sighed, grabbing a pillow off of the couch and stuffing her face in it, "It's Freddie!" She screamed into the pillow. She kept her face buried in embarrassment as she waited for Carly's response.
"OH. MY. GOSH!" Carly exclaimed, jumping up. "Ahhh!" She girly-screamed. Sam pulled her face out of the pillow to see Carly jumping around the room screaming like an obsessed fangirl.
"Shhhh!" Sam shushed her.
"This is great!" Carly exclaimed, still jumping.
"No it's not. My head's jacked! I'm bonkers!" Sam protested, putting the pillow down, "I should be checked into a mental hospital!"
"Well I think it's awesome! I think it's great!" Carly grinned.
Sam jumped up, shaking her head, "No, no no, no!" She ran around the room, trying to clear her head.
"Sam," Carly stopped screaming and began chasing Sam, trying to calm her down, "There's nothing wrong with it! Why are you freaking out? Sam, stop it!"
"Accept it, Carls! I've lost my mind!" Sam argued, still running.
Carly finally caught up to her, "What? You think that because you like Freddie-" She started, but Sam interrupted her.
"Ugh! Don't say it out loud! "Sam pressed her palms to her ears, trying to tune Carly out.
"It's all right to say it out loud!" Carly laughed.
"No, it's not!"
Carly rolled her eyes and then skipped away from Sam, yelling, "Sam loves Freddie! Sam loves Freddie!"
"Quit it!" Sam exclaimed, running after her and clamping her hand over her mouth.
Carly groaned loudly.
Sam shook her head, "I'm not letting go until you promise to stop."
Carly frowned and groaned again. Sam still didn't budge, she licked Sam's hand.
"Licking my hand won't make me let go!"
Carly stomped her feet. After a few moments of groaning, she finally quieted down.
"Are you calm now? Can you shut up and help me?" Sam asked, and Carly nodded her head.
Sam slowly pulled her hand from Sam's mouth. Carly starts to speak again and Sam lunges for her, but Carly pushed her hand away.
"I'm done!" Carly reasons. She walks over to the counter, taking a sip of the peppy cola she left sitting there.
"Good, now what are we going to do?" Sam asked, walking over and standing on the other side.
Carly nodded at her, "I've got a plan."
"Okay, tell me."
Carly set her drink down, "Okay, but first things first."
Sam raised her eyebrows, signaling Carly to go on.
Carly grinned at Sam and then screamed at the top of her lungs. "SAM LOVES FREDDIE!"
A/N: Haha, I hoped you guys liked the ILMM scene there ;) Also, I just wanted to mention again that I have a blog/site that I post updates, sneak peeks, and announcements for my stories on. It's
arreyellewebb dot tumblr dot com.
When you type it in be sure to change the dot's to . And remove the spaces. Anyway, thank you all for sticking with me and I will try to update soon. Only a few more chapters left by the way! PS- I'm sorry for spelling/grammar errors. My spell check was messing up.
-Ariel