Okay this chapter and next few chapters are all going to take place over the course of one day and basically its a bunch of stuff happening every where you look. This chapter is basically all Freddie. The next is mostly Freddie (as well as chapter I think you will all like quite a bit). Lots of drama coming up. And I realized that now that i'm all caught up in the next story i'm working on i've forgotten to write the last chapter and a half for this story. But don't worry they'll be done and more than likely they will be done on time.

So yes enjoy this chapter

iAm Not Okay

Chapter Twenty Five

A year ago a day without Sam at school was a blessing to Freddie. And two was even better. Now a day without Sam was painful. He missed her. It's not like he even saw her that often during school but when he did her presence, even when she was in a bad mood, was welcome.

Sam was obviously still sick; possibly even more than she was two days ago. Yesterday she'd gone through the trouble of texting him to bring her a smoothie after school but today she hadn't sent a single message. He asked Carly if she had heard from her and she said she had talked to Mrs. Puckett. Sam had taken some medicine that put her straight to sleep.

"You think we'll still be able to do iCarly tonight?" He asked. It was lunch and Carly had zoned out of the conversation. She wasn't eating again. She hadn't touched her lunch yesterday either. He hadn't seen her take a bite of food since lunch on Wednesday. "Carly."

She looked up from the textbook in front of her. They had been reminded in every class they walked into that final exams were next week and she now had her nose in a book at all times. When she finally looked up at him he could see just how blood shot her eyes were. Maybe Spencer wasn't keeping a close enough eye on her because it looked like she hadn't slept in days; even the carefully applied make up wasn't helping.

"I'm sorry Freddie what did you say?"

"Are we still going to do iCarly tonight, I mean you can co-host with Gibby and we can just do a lot of videos and pre-filmed stuff."

"Uh, yeah, that's a good idea; it'll give us more time to study." Rather than try to discuss the matter more Freddie dumped the remains of his lunch and decided to spend the remainder of his time in the library looking through the stock footage he had for iCarly on his laptop. He sat down in one of the more comfortable chairs, plugged in his headphones and started flipping through the site seeing which skits and videos they had posted recently. If one got better comments than others it was good to note.

Sam and Carly were really the ones with the knack for picking videos. He always made suggestions but when the trio voted they didn't usually make the cut. But they'd been so distracted lately his choices were slipping in more and more often and he could tell by the comments the viewers didn't like them nearly as much. They didn't hate them, well most didn't, but they could see a difference.

As he scrolled he came across a comment that made his eyes widen. A word he had obviously missed when he updated the monitored comments. He deleted it quickly and clicked around to the settings so he could add it to the list. He intended to just add the word and get back to the videos but he caught sight of something unusual. A second email address was listed; and the settings were changed.

"No, no, no Carly." He panicked. Why would she do this to herself? He deleted her email and changed the settings back so most of the comments were automatically deleted. He was mad at himself for not checking this earlier. Recently any comment emails from the site he just deleted; so few of them ended up being clean anyways. He never noticed the jump in the amount of emails he received.

He needed to talk to Carly about this. It could be one of the reasons she was acting so strange. He wanted to tell Sam too, he knew how worried she was about her best friend, but it was only fair to talk to the brunette first.

He glanced at the bottom of the screen hoping maybe he could catch her before the end of lunch. That's when he realized not only was lunch over but so was his next class and that his final class was starting in about a minute. How did he miss the bell? He had his head phones in but the bell was loud enough to hear over them. He vowed to speak to Carly immediately after school and crammed all his belongings back into his bag.

The library was on the other side of the school as the gym. Class was already started by the time he reached the steps to the locker room. Coach was going to kill him. He'd be running laps for the rest of the day. He was debating skipping the class entirely and claiming he was sick; surely his mother could find something wrong with him. He opened the door to the men's locker rooms and stopped when he heard a familiar surname.

"Man you better find it, that's the only other copy besides the one on my computer, and if someone else finds it," Ronan shook his head; that just couldn't happen. If Joey had lost the USB drive with the video on it he was dead. If someone else got hold of it he was screwed.

"Here, here I found it." Joey pulled the flash drive from his bag, his hand shook with nerves as he tried to hand it Ronan. He pushed it away. "I thought you needed it." He stuttered out.

"I don't yet, but Puckett still hasn't gotten back to me on her decision yet and I just want to make sure you have that at easy access," Ronan explained. He ran his fingers through his hair. He was nervous too.

"You really think she'd rather have this plastered all over the internet than sleep with you, I think she'll cave if you wait a little longer." Joey said reassuringly.

"I don't think so, you'd think a girl like her wouldn't be such a prude but she is." Ronan said. "It's been how long since we started this and she still flinches every time I touch her, toughest girl in school? Not likely."

Joey forced a laugh. He just didn't want the girl to ever find out he was the other one involved in this scheme. "We should probably get to class, if we're any later coach is going to make us run laps."

Ronan wasn't listening. "Did you see Benson in the locker room?"

"No, but I didn't see him at lunch either, maybe he's sick."

"I saw him earlier, in the halls." Ronan pointed out.

Joey shrugged, "maybe he went home sick."

With one last glance around he nodded in agreement.

It took all of Freddie's will power to not march into the locker rooms and put himself in a situation he couldn't handle. What was he going to do? Hit Ronan? He wanted to do so much more than that. His hands were shaking; so were his knees. Anger and self-control were arguing over who had control of his limbs, finally self-control won out. Ronan and Joey were heading his way and thanks to the privacy wall right inside the door he had a chance to get away unseen. He did so as quietly as he could and dunked away behind the open door of the equipment room until Ronan and Joey were upstairs and out of sight.

Freddie wanted to bang his head against the wall; he'd never felt so stupid. It didn't surprise him in the slightest that Ronan was the one making Sam's life miserable. And he couldn't believe he had actually acted like a friend to the guy. His hands started shaking more obviously but he was determined to keep calm. The logical part of his mind was working in overdrive, convincing him to use this opportunity to help Sam.

He could take the flash drive and destroy it. He could hack Ronan's computer and delete the original file. It would be like it never existed. It would be so easy.

But he didn't want it to not exist. If it didn't exist Ronan could never be held responsible for what he did to Sam.

He thought for a minute about what to do before finally deciding to go to Principal Franklin. Sam was going to hate him for it. He supposed he could do his best to leave out any little details but he wanted Ronan to pay and the only way to do that was to tell everything. He wandered the empty halls to towards the main office slower than he expected.

He didn't want Sam to hate him; but Sam would want to get back at Ronan too. At least old Sam would. In her current state she'd probably just be happy to have the tape disappear but later on she'd regret not getting even.

He was in the main office, standing at the secretary's desk before he came out of his thoughts. She was looking at him oddly but he couldn't blame her since he wasn't saying anything. "May I speak to Principal Franklin? It's important."

"One moment," she beeped into the office and sent Freddie in.

"Freddie, what brings you here?" Principal Franklin asked. He didn't say anything at first. He glanced over his shoulder at the closed door nervously. "I can ask for us not to be disturbed."

"Hopefully this won't take long," Freddie said stepping farther into the office.

"Take a seat then." He gestured to the seat in front of the desk and moved the papers he was reading to the side.

"The video, the one from a couple of months ago, uh the one-" Freddie didn't like saying it out loud.

"I believe I know which one you're talking about," he assured him. "Did you have some information on who posted it?"

"I know who posted it, I know where he keeps the file and I know who has the only other copy." He blurted all this out quickly. Principal Franklin's eyes widened a bit.

"I'm guessing this is new information or you would have brought it up before now."

"Yes, I uh just over heard Ronan and Joey talking about it in the boys locker room, Ronan has the video on his computer and Joey is holding the only other copy on a flash drive."

"I can have their bags confiscated and serched, but I'm not sure I can hold them responsible for taking the video without more proof."

Freddie sighed. So Regan would be suspended? Expelled? It really wasn't as much revenge as he would like but it was the best he could do without spilling out more information. "He's using the video to blackmail Sam; she told me herself but refused to tell me who it was."

Principal Franklin looked surprised and then nodded like it made perfect sense. "I guess this could explain why she hasn't been getting into nearly as much trouble lately; how exactly is she being blackmailed?" Freddie didn't say anything just stared at his hands making it clear he didn't want to talk about it. Principal Franklin was a smart man and was able to figure it out from there. "I'll need to hear that from her before I can do anything about it."

"Do you think he'll get punished for it?"

"If we have some proof then it's likely yes."

"Good."

"Ronan is in gym now, I'm assuming."

"Yes but if you call him out you have to take Joey too, if he doesn't get caught too-"

"Don't worry about it, I'll make sure they are both reprimanded at same time." The man assured him. "Let me get on of the school security guards and the maintenance man to meet us at the weight room and will head over, unless you would prefer to not come?"

Freddie debated in his head which to do. He wanted so badly to be there when Ronan was busted but that also put him on Ronan's list. Maybe he could lift more weight in class but fighting wasn't his strong suit and he'd preferably avoid one.

"I think it might be best if I sat this out."

"I agree," Principal Franklin stood, "you may wait in the main office until school is out, just tell the receptionist you're waiting to be picked up early."

Freddie could subdue his urge to do more to help. "Principal Franklin wait," he said standing up from his own chair. "Does the school keep all its security footage?"

"We keep a few months at a time and then gradually start taping over it, but there aren't any cameras in the locker rooms."

"But there are in the hallway outside the gym."

Principal Franklin smiled. "I'll send the other security guard to get the video footage from the security camera and have him meet you here, you just tell him what he needs to look for."

So I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and I must say that I know a lot of you were expecting a confrontation between Freddie and Ronan and I must tell you not to worry because the next chapter is where you'll get to see that.

Anyways let me know what you thought.