Freddie's POV

It was History class and I frantically rushed to finish my notes because the teacher talked fairly fast. I felt my heart racing just from trying to finish a paragraph on the Civil War…or was it World War I? I told you he talked too fast!

I glanced over at Carly and Sam to see if they were doing any better at note-taking than I was. I saw Sam leisurely writing on a piece of paper. She understands what he's saying?! I thought. No, it was impossible. But what really got me was that she was actually taking notes! Since when did Samantha Puckett take notes?!

She tore the paper out of her notebook, folded it, and passed it to Carly. Okay, that made more sense. She was passing notes, not taking them. Now I won't have to worry about the apocalypse. But I was still curious as to what she was writing. I turned to my notes for a second, then glanced over at Carly. Her mouth was a shocked O. She feverishly wrote a reply on the paper and handed it to Sam. Sam glanced at me as she quickly wrote her answer. Ah man! She was probably telling Carly a bunch of murderous pranks she was to pull on me! However, when the note traveled back to Carly, Carly just looked like she was happily surprised, instead of scared-to-death surprised. She wrote a response to Sam and Sam looked at me again before writing back. Okay, I seriously needed to know what kind of chiz they were writing about.

"Sir?" I asked, raising my hand, "May I sharpen my pencil?"

"Fine, fine, fine!" he shouted, waving me off. I stood up and casually walked over to the pencil sharpener. I took the long way so I could see the note possibly. As I neared the girls looked a little nervous. I walked faster, to avoid any suspicion. I reached the sharpener and quickly sharpened my pencil. It didn't look much different as I pulled it out, but it's not like I actually needed to sharpen it. I walked back towards the girls, craning my neck to see their note. I was only a few feet away from reading-range when Sam suddenly crumpled it up. She turned to glare at me.

"What're you doing, Freddork?" she hissed quietly.

"I want to see what you're writing about!" I whispered. I couldn't think of an excuse so I just went with the truth.

"No!" she whispered.

"Yes!" I whispered back, reaching for it. She slapped my hand away but I went back in, until we were practically in a wrestling match for it.

"Ahem!" the teacher's annoyed voice yelled. Sam and I stopped in our Tug-of-War match for the note. Sam had turned pale white.

"May I see the note, Miss Puckett?" he asked with a forcefulness that indicated Sam had no choice. When she didn't jump up and hand it over like a good girl, the teacher hurried over and snatched it up. Sam looked nervously at Carly but Carly looked just as pale as Sam.

"Sir, we're sorry!" Carly said, "We won't do it again-"

"Please, Miss Shay!" the teacher said, then turned to Sam, "Perhaps you'd like this read aloud, Miss Puckett?"

"Pfft, whatev." Sam said with her usual Sam-ness, but the teacher just smiled grimly. I could tell Sam was hoping her casual voice would make him think she didn't care but it didn't work.

"Alright, then." the teacher said. He turned to the note and cleared his throat. "'Wow, Carly did you ever noticed how hot Freddie looks?'" I heard quite a few snickers. I felt my own face flush with embarrassment. The teacher turned to Sam. "Let's read on, shall we? 'Are you serious Sam?!' 'Yeah! I don't get it, but Freddie just looks so cute nowadays! How come I never noticed before?' Well, that's the end of that note." Sam let out a relieved breath but became pale again when the teacher flipped the paper over. "Oh wait!" he yelled, "More on the back…" He began reading Carly and Sam's conversation out loud until the notes ended.

"You shouldn't pass notes in class, girls." he said, looking at the two, "Class dismissed." Sam got up and gathered her stuff hastily. It took a lot to get her embarrassed, but I guess your teacher reading who your crush was in front of your whole class would make anyone embarrassed. What really surprised me was that it was me. That she had a crush on me, Fredward Benson. I always thought she hated me. I guess not.

I reached my arm out to comfort her but she just put an angry hand on my chest and pushed me to the ground. Then she walked off. I stood up and ran after her.

"Freddie!" Carly yelled, and I turned, "Freddie, don't tease her."

"Why would I tease her?" I asked in disbelief.

"I don't know…" Carly said, "She just really likes you. Don't hurt her." I nodded and the two of us ran to catch Sam at her locker.

"What do you want, Fredweird?!" Sam shouted.

"I'm sorry, Sam." I said, "I just wanted to see the note."

"Well, you did. Happy?!" she yelled. I moved in and kissed her cheek.

"Yes." I answered.

Not the best ending but I wanted to finish it quickly. Also, who's POV do you guys like? I asked this in an earlier chapter but i just want to know who you prefer.