icarly fanfic 11

Freddie, took a deep breath, it was Monday again yippee. The young tech producer grabbed his book bag off the hook, he had made sure to get up early. Hoping it would give him more time to think and make it clear what he should do.

No such luck, Freddie, thought of different possibilities, but it was all so nerve racking. He had begged his mom all weekend to let him go to school despite the nagging voice in his head saying he would regret it. Should he not go to school? Which would not help him stay in Seattle his mom would just take it as a bad sign and she would get worried.

Avoid Mackenzie's gang at all costs? Oh yeah, that's impossible. How did he know they wouldn't stalk Sam and Carly, yes they knew about it but he didn't say out loud who was bullying him, though it wouldn't take long to figure out and they probably knew but weren't sure what to do yet.

He wasn't about to tell them off, and he wasn't stupid enough to send anyone else after them, this was his problem and his alone. He had once imagined that after he admitted he was being bullied everything would go back to normal.

But that was a foolish hope and not at all logical Freddie knew this but his hopes brought out ridiculous ideas sometimes. Like when he imagined asking Sam to go to the dance with him which would never happen but it was nice to let go of his worries and imagine the young blond in his arms even if just for a minute.

Freddie was pulled out of this daydream when his mother called for him from in the kitchen an extra ounce of cheerfulness added to her tone they both knew was stressed.

"Freddie! Hurry up I made you fat free toast!" said his mother from down the hall.

Freddie rolled his eyes but felt his lips inching up at the corners as he pushed himself off the living room's light blue carpet, yep fat free toast. His hands grazed the smooth shiny wooden walls as his hands felt the change on the yellow walls he walked over sat on one of the wooden stools and picked up his toast.

"Good morning Freddie," said Mrs. Benson as she put the toaster away.

"Good morning," he replied.

Though he had accidently spoken with his mouth full so it sounded more like "Goo- monin."

Mrs. Benson clicked her tongue at his full mouth but smiled she waved as Freddie left "Make good choices!"

Freddie rolled his eyes "I might."

"Freddie."

"Alright I will, bye mom," said Freddie as he left his apartment.

Carly waited outside "Nice to see you on time for once."

"Okay I was not late that often."

"Yes you were."

"No I wasn't."

"Freddie, yes you were," she said with a smile.

"Okay maybe I was," Freddie admitted.

She scoffed "maybe."

The two iCarlies walked down the hall as Freddie laughed, he had to admit so far the day was going rather well. He wasn't late, his mom wasn't freaking out, and Carly was in a good mood, so far so good. Freddie mentally kicked himself, realizing he had probably just jinxed his luck. Oh well, all he could do now was hope.

At school…

It was impossible to not be paranoid about Mackenzie's Gang, but Freddie would've thought that telling would make it easier. That's what everyone said after all and to a certain extent it did, he didn't have to lie so much and there were people looking out for him. What did he expect? Were Carly and Sam supposed to turn into angels and make his problems vanish?

"Heck to the no," said Sam.

"What?" asked Freddie.

She sighed "Frednub, how many times do I have to repeat myself my mom said 'go get me my back cream' and I said 'heck to the no' and then she got mad and we were arguing but after awhile I started looking up these cool wrestling moves I've been wanting to learn and when I turned to hear her reply I saw she was by my side. I guess I'm not the only one in my family who enjoys violence."

Carly rolled her eyes, "You don't say?"

She shrugged "what can I say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

"Although in your family it's probably something like the steak doesn't fall far from the tree," said Freddie sarcastically.

"There are tree's like that?" said Sam.

Freddie laughed "Obviously not Sam, I was just kiddi-"

All expression left her face but was quickly replaced with a scowl that Freddie found cute. Right now however, it was more scary possible death was on the way, he could tell. Sam narrowed her eyes and shook her head in disgust.

"What?" said Freddie.

She shoved him "Don't. Joke. About. Meat. In front of me. Again. EVER!"

Freddie normally would have held up his hands in surrender or, most likely, ran away. But this time he had to bite the inside of his cheek not to shout in pain. Sam grumbled to herself something about Benson's, meat, and importance.

"The nerve of some Benson's," she grumbled to herself.

Sam's eyes widened "Crap!'

She ran back to Freddie who was holding his arm that had slammed against the locker, Carly was standing next to him asking him to please for his own sake not move his hand. A few people stared at the scene unraveling in the halls but one death glare from Sam sent them all to their classes in a hurry. She hurried over to see Freddie was biting his cheek, trying not to shout and worry everyone.

That was the problem, Freddie had to stop worrying about everyone else for once in his life! Sam bit her lip, how could she have forgotten? Only a few days ago she had been crying that she had picked on him, that she hadn't been looking out for him well enough. Well, she was really making an effort now.

"Freddie?" she said in a panic.

"I-I-I'm f-fine Sam," he winced.

"No you're not Freddie you're hurt and in pain because of me, again. I'm so sorry I really really am sorry I just forgot but I really didn't mean to-"

"H-Hey," he smiled ''No bi-bi-biggie, force of h-habit Sam."

She smiled "W-Well that isn't quite what I was going to say."

He smiled again and winced "I kn-know but I don't l-like to see y-you cr-cry."

Carly had been rummaging through her book bag looking for something to help, but it seemed Sam was the only cure he needed. Darn them! Couldn't they just get together already? She sighed, most of the time Mrs. Benson's paranoia got on her nerves and now, this one time she would need whatever medical supplies Mrs. Benson had stored, she couldn't find it.

"Freddie doesn't your mom make you carry bandages in your book bag or something?" she asked as she searched through it.

"Used u-up, there are s-s-some more in my lo-locker," he stuttered.

Sam looked from Carly to Freddie loyally Carly scoffed and shook her head. She knew how much Sam wanted to stay with Freddie, and she knew how much Freddie wanted to stay with Sam. The heels of Carly's shoes clopped against the floor in the otherwise silent room. Her hand shook as she fiddled with the lock on Freddie's locker, how was she supposed to deal with this?

How did anyone deal with this? Yes, she could tell the principal but did she really want to be that friend? Freddie made it clear he didn't want them getting involved, but since when had she listened to Freddie? Though at the same time, she would probably get him into trouble and make things worse.

Then again, things were already pretty bad, would it be better to stop this all now? Yes, no. Maybe? Carly rolled her eyes as she plucked a band aid out of the small box, what was the right answer? She walked back over to Freddie, who was still leaning against one of the lockers, with some help from Sam. Freddie smiled at her gratefully and held out his shaky hand for the band aid, Carly frowned and handed him the band aid.

"Thanks," said Freddie.

"You're welcome," she mumbled.

Sam helped him sit down, she was not about to make him stand through this pain, this pain that she had caused. She looked at him with doubtful eyes, holding the band aid over his shoulder, he nodded and she gently moved his shirt back to cover a dark cut, well three dark cuts, because of hitting the locker. Freddie winced at the touch, but he was surprised at just how gentle Sam was being.

Carly watched from afar, it wasn't right, if Freddie was in pain he should tell someone, and soon. She didn't like lying, but she would do it, but she never said how long she would do it. The young brunette walked closer to the two quiet teens.

"I don't like this," she said as she crossed her arms, "I don't like this at all."

"Yeah, it's such a pleasure for me Carly," Freddie said sarcastically, he gave her a small smile.

Carly shook her head, no, he wasn't going to keep squirming his way out of everything. Freddie wasn't going to joke and lie then change the subject, not today. Sam looked at the two nervously, she wanted to stop Carly and stop her from making Freddie focus on the pain but at the same time she wanted her to go on, to speak the words she couldn't. Sam wanted to confront Freddie, she really did, but she was worried confrontation would result in an argument.

"No, I don't like this. I don't like this lying and I want you to stop shrugging these things off like their nothing," said Carly.

Freddie frowned, "I'm not shrugging them off, and I'm not lying to anyone I told you guys everything so what else do you-"

" You're lying to your teachers, telling them you're just tired, you're lying to the nurse saying nothing is wrong and that you just need rest-"

Freddie sighed, "Carly-"

She narrowed her eyes at him, "But you know who you're lying to the most? Yourself, and like I said earlier I don't like it." Carly frowned and bit her lip, "I'm sorry Freddie, but I just-" she sighed and closed her eyes, telling herself this was for his own good. "I just can't lie for you anymore."

Carly frowned once more, looked at Freddie with apologetic eyes, and walked away. Freddie sat there, dumbfounded, how could she leave him? His eyes shone with fear, would Sam leave him as well? He loved both girls and having Carly leave hurt him a lot, but, maybe, if he had Sam he would make it through. After all, whether or not he wanted to tell Sam, he knew the truth himself, he loved her.

Sam stood behind Freddie, gaping at the unfolded scene before her, how could she have let this happen? Now she had hurt both Freddie and Carly, if she had talked to Freddie about this earlier, Carly would still be here. But she hadn't, she had cowered away from the inedible, and now she was paying the price for it.

"I…. I can't believe she did that," said Freddie.

"Neither can I," said Sam with wide eyes. "Neither can I."

After school…

The rest of Freddie's day proved to be rather uneventful, the only bad things he saw of Mackenzie's Gang were their faces . Freddie chuckled, the only problem was that was all he had seen of Carly as well, her regretful face. Sam had stuck by him, but the classes she was not in with him were rather boring, he could no longer go to Carly.

And that was a sad fact that Freddie had yet come to accept, he could only continue to hope that Carly would dismiss all of his selfish acts and once more accept him as her friend. Freddie sighed, that had hurt the most, more than all of the beatings he had taken all the guilt he had felt for lying, losing Carly, was the worst. But Freddie was determined to protect Carly and determined to protect Sam, but he had yet to learn how.

Which was why he was going to Sam's house.

Later in the hallway…

Freddie sighed, his attempts to talk to Carly had all failed, and it made him so angry. Did she really think this was easy on him? Did she think that he liked being beaten up? He obviously didn't, so why wouldn't she just talk to him?

He had tried to speak to her in their every class, he had even walked by her locker. But she had ignored his feelings, when he was younger and had a crush on Carly, she ignored those feelings. But at least then Carly was his friend, and that was enough for him, for the time being, now Freddie didn't even know if he could call Carly a friend.

The young teen was currently on his way to lunch, Sam had offered to walk with him but he had kindly turned her down. AS much as he wanted to talk to Sam he needed time to plan what he would say, Freddie knew that Sam was already against him lying to everyone and after Carly left, he was worried Sam would too.

Now he was the only one in the hallway and he was pleased to know that Mackenzie's Gang hadn't said anything to him. Freddie was still unsure about Drew, but he'd take him over the others any day! Freddie was passing the boys bathroom when a pair of hands yanked him inside. The young tech producer stumbled and fell to the ground, he looked up but was surprised to see there were only two boys, Mackenzie and Billy.

"Hey Benson!"said Mackenzie. "Did ya miss me?"

Billy punched him, "Bet ya missed that!"

Freddie took a slow shaky breath and backed up against the wall, maybe he could run. Or maybe, just maybe, he could… stand up to them? All he had to do was threaten to tell on them, Freddie wiped his mouth and pulled back a once blue shirt, stained with red. The young boy looked up at the other boys, who looked like they were literally holding back not to attack him.

"I still haven't gotten my girls Benson," said Mackenzie. "Where. Are they?"

The young blonde haired boy shoved his face into Freddie's and glared at him with cold eyes, "You better get them to me soon you little brat!"

Billy smirked, "You know what'll happen if you don't!"

Freddie didn't say anything, because he did know and if the consequences weren't already clear to him, well… they would make them clear. The two boys looked at Freddie with such malice in their eyes that Freddie looked away. Mackenzie smirked, before he had merely beaten up Freddie for fun… and homework, but now, oh now, it was an even more fun and unpredictable game. Because he wanted those girls, he really wanted those girls.

Freddie frowned, "People know about you Mackenzie, they know about you and you're gang. I-If I were you I would st-stop, before it's too late."

Mackenzie grabbed Freddie and shoved him against the wall, "They know, huh? Well, to be fair I'll let you know something. If you really have worked up the guts to tell someone, I'll kick your sorry ass!"

Freddie winced as Mackenzie's cold hands tightened on his shoulders. Mackenzie smirked and kneed him in the gut, Freddie nearly fell over but Mackenzie shoved him back with such force he nearly backed out. His entire body shook with fear, as he realize just how deep into this he was, Billy smirked.

"Funny thing is Benson," he slammed his hands against his shoulders and Freddie's head slammed against the wall. "You're not me, so you don't get to decide, do you? I'm in charge, and I think I'll mess around with you as long as I want, and when I get to those girls the real messing around begins."

Freddie's eyes widened in terror, and then narrowed in fury. He winced at the aching all over his body, then he did something no one expected, he ripped himself away from Mackenzie.

"Leave them out of this!" he shouted.

Mackenzie chuckled and his hand tightened into a fist, but Freddie pushed him back. Mackenzie was so surprised that he fell, Billy's eyes widened and quickly settled into a glare. Billy didn't waste any time rushing towards Freddie and shoving him into the wall, he shoved him up to it again, and again.

"Think you're so- tough- huh- Benson?" he said as he punched Freddie.

The teen fell against the floor, all the while Billy punched him, and when he fell on the floor, kicked him, relentlessly. A few minutes later, Billy stopped, he sneered and pulled away from Freddie, Mackenzie had long ago gotten up, but he had been watching Billy, smirking through the entire thing.

"Well," said Billy. "That oughta knock some sense into you."

The two boys snickered and left Freddie lying on the ground, practically unconscious, and he continued to lay there, lunch forgotten.

At lunch…

Sam looked around nervously, she had asked Freddie to join her for lunch at least fifteen minutes ago. Carly was sitting with Wendy, Lexi, and Shannon, and Sam could see her glancing over at Sam every now and then. The brunette occasionally sat with the other girls, and always invited Freddie and Sam to join, but recently she let Sam and Freddie sit

This just wasn't like Freddie, he was always on time for things, and he was supposed to have been here, ten minutes ago. The young blonde had a bad feeling about why he was late, and confronting that thought scared her. Sam nervously looked around, she was leaving, now.

Sam got up and went out the lunch room doors ignoring the annoying teachers calling for her to come back, right, because she so listened to them before. The blonde scoffed, and hurried on her way.