Ch. 25: A Red Wrench in the Plans

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Jesus Christ, this chick had no faith in her reader's abilities to grasp why characters say what they do. When Gibby asked about the chip, she, literally, put, "It didn't make any sense to him," immediately after the question. Really? I didn't get that it didn't make sense. It's an unusual idea to have a chip in your head, but no, I wouldn't have gotten that Gibby would've been confused! Jesus fucking Christ, man.

Say what you will about my stories, I don't shit on your intelligence like that. There were also several other examples as well that I don't care to mention.

Also, I'm surprised she didn't put apostrophes around character's thoughts in the second half. She did before for the most part.

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"Oh my God, Chad asked me out! I still can't believe it!" Carly said, jumping up & down, paying no mind to her lunch.

"Wait, I thought he asked you out on Wednesday," Freddie asked after he finished a bite of ravioli. Sam was chowing down on her noodles and didn't even look up.

"Well, not really," Carly said. "He just wanted to hang out after school on Wednesday. He then asked me to be his girlfriend this morning between 2nd & 3rd period today. Though he's never seen iCarly," Carly clarified.

"Did you say he's never seen iCarly?" Sam said, taking her face out of her pasta.

"Yeah, that's right," Carly said. "He told me that his little sister watches all the time, but he never bothered. He'll be watching tonight though," Carly smiled. Freddie looked over to where the artsy kids always sat. Chad was just now sitting down.

"Why doesn't your boyfriend wanna eat lunch with you?" he asked.

"You should go over there," Sam told Carly.

Carly gave her a slightly worried look.

"I won't look clingy, will I?" she asked.

"You worry too much," Sam said, taking a bite out of her garlic bread. "Juth go sit with him."

"Ok, I will," Carly said, then picked up her tray & got ready to walk over to the artsy table. "It's not like I don't already know most of the people over there from art club anyway…See you guys after Art Club tonight," she said, walking. Carly tapped Chad on the shoulder, getting his attention. The blonde boy greeted her with a smile & offered her the seat beside him.

"It looks like it's just you & me, Puckett" Freddie said as he watched her chug her chocolate milk.

"And me, Gibbeh," Gibby said, setting his tray down.

"Hey, Gib," Sam said, ravenously resuming the rendezvous with her ravioli.

"Hey, Gibby," Freddie said. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in second lunch."

"Yeah, I did…" Gibby said. "Until Howard switched his class' lunch so he can make out with Briggs during their break in the teacher's lounge."

"Dude, I'm eating here!" Sam said, totally grossed out by the thought.

"Yeah, man, that's disgusting," Freddie said, putting down his fork. "Doesn't Howard have a wife?"

"Probably. Let's move on here."

"So, are the Bulldogs gonna win tonight?" Freddie asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, there's no way we can lose to East Side," he said, starting on his lunch. "Their team is terrible this year. Are you guys coming to Wendy's again? I doubt they'll be partying so hard tonight since her parents'll be there, but we'll probably play games or watch a movie."

"I don't know," Freddie said. "After last week, my mom's a bit suspicious. She's actually been out of town visiting family all week & she gets home Sunday, but I promised her I wouldn't stay out late &, trust me, she'll know if I stay out late. Maybe next weekend," he said.

"Awesome," Gibby replied. "Oh &, by the way, you're mom's crazy. If you need me to cover for you again, just let me know."

"Thanks man," Freddie said. "I hate that she always knows where I am 'cause of this dang chip in my head!"

"A chip in your head?" Gibby asked.

"Oh yeah, I guess I never told you. Well, it's a long story, but the short version is that my mom has a locator chip in my head so she knows where I am at all times. It's just good that you only live a block away from Sam. I'm pretty sure she believed me when I said I stayed the night at your place last weekend when actually I was… uh… sleeping on Sam's couch," he fibbed.

Sam did her best to hide a knowing grin.

"The bell's gonna ring any minute now," Sam said, getting up. She needed to go to the restroom before her next class. "I'll see you guys later."

'This quiz is really easy,' Freddie thought as he filled in the blanks labeling male & female sexual organs.

As ridiculous as it seemed, Freddie's 'study sessions' with Sam had actually helped. With each blank he had to fill, Freddie visualized Sam spreading her legs for him, allowing him to touch her as he recited the vocabulary words.

He finished his quiz & glanced over at Sam, now quite aroused.

'Oh man, I want to push her up against a wall,' he thought.

He entertained his sexual thoughts about her for the rest of class.

After class they chatted on their way to gym as per usual. Once they reached the lockers, however, she entered the locker room just after him.

"What are you doing in here?" he asked, taking off his pants. "You're already changed…did you have something in mind?" he said suggestively as he stood, erect, in front of her.

Sam giggled but walked past him and took her purse from her locker.

"We don't have time for that, silly. I just have to pee," she fibbed, heading to the stall.

'Why does she need her purse to pee?' Freddie wondered.

He was also a bit confused as to why she had her purse with her at all. Sam can be seen with a purse from time to time, but, for the most part, she never bothered to carry it with her. Simply dismissing these thoughts from his mind, he got dressed for Gym & exited the locker room. Sam was only moments behind him, as she had to put her purse away first.

Gym was invigorating. The teacher, who usually was quite lazy, had set up an elaborate obstacle course/relay race. Freddie & Sam found themselves on different teams that were evenly matched…well, mostly. The first three runs of the relay, Freddie & Sam went whenever. Freddie went first for his team in the first race & Sam went about the middle for hers, etc. But on the final run, Sam had a challenge for him.

"I bet I can beat your best time," Sam taunted as their teams lined up for one final run.

"I doubt it, Puckett," Freddie said, watching some 9th Graders for each team start the relay.

"I'll show you," she said. "Go last for your team, I will too. We'll go head-to-head for the finish."

"In the words of Barney Stinson, challenge accepted," Freddie said, moving to the back of the line as two more people started the relay. "But what if your teammates go faster than mine?"

"You scared, Benson?" Sam teased, watching the next groups go. Both teams were neck-in-neck.

"You wish," he smirked back.

They watched intently as the people in front of them raced through the obstacles, moving up in line as each person took their turn.

Soon, they found themselves at the front of their respective lines. Their young teammates were still going toe-for-toe. As they climbed the final wall & slid down the other side, Freddie found his team about two seconds ahead.

His teammate tagged him & he was off, not hesitating for a moment, regardless of his slight advantage. As he hopped through a sequence of tires, he could see that Sam was right behind him, wasting no time catching up. Next was a low crawl under a net one foot off the ground. Diving under the net, Sam scrapped & clawed her way forward, catching up ever so slowly to Freddie. They both touched the baseline & turned around, each now headed for a sequence of inflated rings to crawl through in a bouncy house. Freddie flopped out of the other side, having widened his lead on Sam slightly. The final obstacle, the wall, stood before him. He scaled it quickly, knowing that Sam would catch up on this part. Sure enough, Sam scaled the wall in half the time it took him to do so, but he slid down the slide & stumbled across the line just a fraction of a second before Sam.

Freddie's team let out a victory cheer & Freddie received a few pats on the back before they broke for the locker rooms.

"In your face, Puckett," Freddie taunted as they entered their locker room & he pulled off his shirt.

"You would like it in my face, wouldn't you. What a naughty boy, wanting to cum all over my face…" Sam teased, smacking him playfully on the ass before removing her shirt.

"Damn, Sam, you get me so horny sometimes," he said, grinning as he grabbed her & pulled her into a passionate kiss. He slid his tongue over her lower lip as he pushed her gently against the locker. Craving his contact Sam allowed him to handle her as she bit his lip, softly moaning. Freddie's hand trailed down her form, but she grabbed his wrist, preventing him from going any farther than her waistline.

"What's the matter?" Freddie smirked, pulling away from the kiss. "Mad I won the race?"

"Okay, first off, you started two seconds ahead & I was less than a second behind you, so I won the race," she said returning the smirk. Freddie just rolled his eyes, still grinning. "And secondly…" she hesitated. "Maybe today, I just touch you," she suggested, wanting so badly to be that amazing friend she knew he deserved.

"You don't want me to touch you?" Freddie said, feeling really confused. He loved pleasing her. 'What is her deal today?'

"Err, yeah," Sam said, kneeling down & tugging at his shorts. "Today is your treat, m'kay? My present to you. I'll suck you off & you can cum on my face just like you said earlier," she said with a wink. Sam seemed cheerful & sincere, but Freddie could tell something was up.

"Hmm," he said as she slid off his shorts & boxers. "No, I don't think so." Sam already had his firm dick in her slender hands, but, before she could stroke him more than a few times, he grabbed her wrist stopping her & joined her on his knees on the mat so they were eye to eye. "This is really hot, Sam, &, normally, I wouldn't hesitate letting you do this,...but I know you Sam, & something's up. Why don't you want me to please you too?"

"I…just wanted to give you a present…you wouldn't have to worry about pleasing me back. Today could be all about you," Sam said, hesitantly.

She didn't want her problems to interfere with her best friend's satisfaction. Freddie gave Sam a look. It was a look that said, 'I'm not buying that.'

"Seriously, what's the matter?"

A few moments later, Sam caved.

"Okay, fine, I'll tell you…I just didn't want to, like, gross you out."

"Just tell me what's up, Sam," Freddie said. "If it's not a big deal, we can get right back to you sucking me off," he added, jokingly. Sam grinned at his bluntness.

'He's just always so funny about this,' she thought. She loved his directness.

"I started my period last night, Freddie," Sam said, taking advice from Freddie & being direct.

"Oh," Freddie said, feeling silly.

He never really thought about girl's periods. He wasn't even 100% sure exactly what a period was…he knew blood was involved. It hadn't been covered in Sex Ed yet and his overprotective mother felt he didn't need to bother his pretty little boy mind about it.

"Yeah…" Sam said feeling only slightly awkward. "If I'd have let you touch me then you'd have gotten all grossed out… menstrual blood isn't exactly the sexiest thing in the world. Even if you were somehow okay with it,…I'm not. Letting you touch me while I'm on my period is just…I'm gross right now, ok?"

"Sam, look, it's ok," Freddie said. "You're my best friend & I would never want to make you uncomfortable like that. We can take a break from messing around for a week if you want."

"No, baby, I still want to make you feel good, really," Sam said, running her hands down his bare chest & resting them around the base of his cock once more.

Freddie smiled. She was so amazing to him & so fucking hot too. As much as he wanted to let her do it, he wanted to show her just how much he cared for her as well.

"Look, Sam, not this time, ok? It's not fair for you to please me & for me not please you back. If you're taking a week off, then I want to too."

"Are you sure?" she asked, finally letting go of his penis. "If it's fairness you want, I'll let you make it up to me…you know, after it's over," Freddie liked that idea, but he was making a point.

"As nice as that sounds, not this time, ok?" he said, putting his hands on her shoulders. "No, we've been friends-with-benefits for about two weeks now, right? It's all happened so fast…I just want you to know that even without all of that, I still really care about you. Ok, baby?"

"Ok," Sam smiled, pulling him into a hug. "I really care about you too, Freddie."

"I don't want our relationship to ever be just about sex," he said, taking her by the hands & standing back up. He pulled her to her feet. "I'm gonna go out of my way this week to show you how much I care."

"You're so awesome, Freddie," Sam said. "I love you."

"And I love you, Sam," Freddie said, still holding her in a close hug. After a gentle, rather tame, kiss, Freddie mischievously unclasped her bra just as he released her from his embrace. Sam just grinned at him as he pulled off his shorts from around his ankles. "Sorry…it's sort of a habit…" he joked.

After their races in gym, Sam needed to change her tampon again already. She grabbed her purse, taking it with her to the stall…& this time, Freddie knew why she had it. A minute later, she joined him in the shower. As they cleaned themselves, Freddie admired Sam's beautiful body. He wasn't lusting after her as he usually did, oh no. This time, he gazed with respect & admiration at her gorgeous, slender form. Sam Puckett was truly beautiful, body & mind, even if that wasn't how she felt. Freddie wanted very badly to show her just how beautiful she was.

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PEACE

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