Chapter 13

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. If I did, I wouldn't have it end in November.

Narrator's P.O.V.

Sam locked her locker and picked her red checkered backpack up off the floor. She grabbed her Pear phone out of her pocket and started typing furiously into it.

This is probably my 70th message in here, huh? She typed. Well, I don't care. My life is fucked up. And I hate it. Everyone's so mean, and I just can't…

Sam exited her notes app, and shoved her phone into her pocket and looked up, only to see the face of Carly Shay in front of her, while her little posse was behind her. She looked at each and every one of their faces.

Carly: Smirk. But a little bit of worry and regret in her eyes, like she was trying to say sorry. Whatever.

Cindy: Evil glint in her eyes, and smiling deviously.

Chick #1: Smirk.

Chick #2: Smirk.

Chick #3: Smirk.

Chick #4: Smirk.

Chick #5: Smirk. Oh, haha, look! She has an eye booger!, Sam thought.

Chick #6… Need I say anymore?

Well, anyway, back to the subject at hand. Sam looked down at her pencil that was laying at the floor. She reached down and picked it up, shoving it into her pocket alongside her phone.

"Look you little slut." Carly commented, getting in Sam's face. Carly's breath smelled like apples, and her lip gloss left another scent behind.

Sam remained her poker face, acting like nothing was bothering her, even if The Chicks presence was bothering her. Sam breathed out into Carly's face and Carly huffed.

"You try to make a move on my Freddie-boo, and I will do something that'll make you regret doing that." Carly threatened. She stepped away from Sam, wearing a proud smirk on her face. Carly reached into her bag and tried looking for her phone.

"Like what? Give me a wedgie? Please, what can you do?" Sam crossed her arms while simultaneously raising her eyebrows, giving her a challenging look. She smirked as well, taking a step towards Carly.

She knew what Carly can do. But she just didn't want to break her tough girl self in front of her. Sure, she stopped being mean to those nerds, but she still kept up her same demeanor.

Carly stopped was she was doing and looked at Sam. She pondered for a moment. "I could… spread rumors! Yeah! That's it!" Carly mused.

"Well, that won't be necessary because that won't ever happen." Sam said, shoving Carly out of her way and walking past her. Carly glared at Sam as she pushed her.

Even if Sam wouldn't try anything, that wouldn't stop Carly from spreading her rumors.

So she did. And it spread like a wildfire. Whispers could be heard everywhere. "Did you know Sam slept with a wimpy dork last night, yeah, she's knocked up!" Weird stares were on Sam, but she ignored them. She probably had something on her face, but she couldn't care less. She continued to her class and sat down in her chair.

She was pretty sure she heard her name so she looked to her right, where the sound was emitted. The student just shook her head disapprovingly. Sam, confused as hell, looked to the door when Freddie walked in with a slightly worried expression.

"I didn't know you were pregnant." Freddie commented, sitting next to her on the desk.

"What?" Sam exclaimed. "Where the hell did you hear that? I am not pregnant!" She shouted. Students stared at her, and she quieted down as soon as the teacher came in. "I'm not pregnant!"

"Really? I thought you were. Everybody's been sayin—"

"Well, I'm not. Where'd you hear that?" Sam asked, impatiently waiting for his answer.

"Rumors." He answered, sighing.

"Of course. Because you're gullible. " Sam let out a breath, and crossed her arms in front of her.

"But… who would spread something like that?" Freddie asked, choosing to ignore the fact that he was gullible.

Sam shrugged. She well knows who spread the rumor."Carly, perhaps. She threatened to spread a rumor about me if ever I try making a move on you—which I assured her that that will never happen."

"Well, aren't you worried about the rumor spreading?" Freddie whispered, taking out his phone and placing it in his pocket.

"Yeah, but it's not like anyone cares about my feelings. Let it spread. Nine months and they'll see I'm not getting bigger; it was all a lie, is what they'll assume." Sam said.

"No," Freddie put his phone back into his pocket. "The rumor'll stop soon."

"How do you know that?"

"Sam, I'm friends with basically everybody in school on Splashface. When I post something, they'll believe it. Because, let's face it, I'm the most popular guy in school, everyone listens to me." Freddie wiggled his eyebrows. Sam chuckled at his cockiness.

"Alright." She answered, paying attention to class.

Nine words: I'm sorry for the short and not descriptive chapter. Actually, guys, my school is ending on June 9, SO I'LL BE ABLE TO UPDATE MORE OFTEN, YAY! Just tell me in a review when you want me to. Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? To make up for this humiliating chapter?

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