DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN iCarly!
Happy New Year everyone! 2017 is finally here and I hope everyone has a goal they want to complete. I have a surprise for you after this chapter for the four comments I've gotten so far; it's not like twenty comments but it's enough to make me happy! So I hope you enjoy this chapter! *kisses*
chapter | four
It's Friday afternoon and I'm working at the local library at our school. The job is not so bad; I get to organize new shipped books in alphabetical order on the shelves. I need the money to pay the rent every month; Freddie also has a job too at Subways after school. At the end of his shift, he comes home with two subway sandwiches for the both of us to eat dinner.
Our jobs will be worth it at the end because of how much money we make.
Right now I'm organizing the books that start with the letter 'M'and putting them on the shelf. As I'm fixing the books, my cell phone vibrates signaling I have a notification. I pulled out my phone and unlocked the password going to my notification box. The first thing I see is nothing but my idiot friend.
From: FREDWARD!
Hey Bitch! Why are you using your phone while workin?
This dumbass.
To: FREDWARD!
Because you texted me dumbass!
From: FREDWARD!
Should I be texting you? Turn around.
I squint my eyes confused. Is this shithead behind me? I turn around slowly having a bad feeling that he's behind me about to scare me like he always does.
After I had turned around, I saw no one in front of me.
I sighed in relief and turned back around to finish working until I see a long body figure in front of me.
I screamed, hitting my arm on the bookshelf. I look up at the body in front of me and see Freddie's face, smiling at me. This boy is going to get hurt with my fist!
"Freddie! For crying." Hit. "Out." Hit. "Loud!" He rubs his arm trying to cure his pain from me hitting him viscously.
"Did I scare you?"
My eye twitches, giving him a death look. "Now, Sam. You know that look you make is silly."
"Why did you scare me?" I ask, my voice sounding like a dog growling.
"Because I like to see you hop when you scream." He laughs.
"You're mean to me!" I stomp my foot, whining.
He laughs as he squints his eyes. "Aww, I love you too." He hugs me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
I hug him around his torso, holding onto him tightly. Sometimes he acts like a ten-year-old but acts mature when he needs to be.
"Why are you here? I thought you were working?" I ask against his chest.
"I was, but I got sent home early so I could hang out with you." He mumbles on my head.
"Why would you do that?" I pull away with my arms still around him and my eyes stare at his brown eyes.
"I just wanted to hang out with you because you've been upset all week and I want to cheer you up." He says grinning at me. He took half of his work off so he could hang out with me?
God, he's an idiot.
"Freddie, I'm not upset." I cross my arms against my chest.
"You're not upset huh? Then why did you watch The Notebook four times this week while eating two gallons of ice cream? You hypocrite." He says.
"Fuck," I whispered to myself.
"Yeah...you even repeated the whole script piece by piece while I was over there, killing my brain cells and you eating ice cream for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."
I lower my head down remembering what I did all this week. This is so embarrassing...I am a hypocrite. I hate romance movies, and here I am watching a Nicolas Sparks film while eating ice cream to death.
I'm turning into those girls...
"Ugh god, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that." I mumbled walking over to the new books on the cart while Freddie follows me.
"It's okay, Sam. You just can't lie to me when you say you're okay." He whispered to me since we're still in the library.
I pick up six books and hold them, trying to balance them. "I guess I can admit - that I'm still sad about Jonah breaking up with me." I walk to the book shelves that is still in the letter M, putting them in order.
"I know, that's why I left early so we could have some fun tonight." He chuckled. "So I bought a movie and brought the sandwiches from work so we can have a nice dinner for all of us." He turns me around by my shoulders and grabs the last three books in my hand.
"What–"
"You need to trust me on this, you're sad now but later you're going to forget about him and have fun with your cheeky best friend." He smiles in a childish way.
I shake my head, "Mhm, well you better get your ass out of this library before I get fired." I grabbed the books from his hands and stacked them on the shelf.
"And what if I don't leave?" He asked smirking while folding his arms over his chest. Is this how it's going to be?
"Hmm, you either leave now or I put my foot somewhere you don't want a foot to be." I offered while smiling so sweetly, challenging him. His eyes go wide, knowing what I'm talking about.
"You're a bully! ... and a perv." He winks at me as he walks away from the area.
What the fuck? That didn't work? God, he's so abnormal than I thought. And he's calling me a perv. This dumbass can't even take a punch.
About two hours later, I finally get to go home. Freddie has been waiting for me in the break room so we could go back together. He's so sweet, it's adorable.
I put the last book on the shelf for the letter Z and pushed the cart to the front of the library. Once I pushed it the front of the library, I see that everyone has left since it's getting dark outside. I walk over to the break room by the last shelf and look through the window, seeing Freddie by himself, sitting at the small table on his phone.
I tap my finger on the glass to get his attention and he snaps his head at my direction. His smile appears as he gets up and walks over to the door, opening it. "Helloooo." He smiles. "Are you done working?"
"Yeah, we can go." I walk into the break room and went the employee shelves and grabbed my backpack. We walk out of the break room and left the library. We walked to Freddie's car and went inside. "So what movie did you pick out tonight?"
"I got the Fast and Furious series and The Conjuring."
"Yes! Thank you." I pat his leg while he puts the key in the ignition.
"You're welcome," He chuckles. "You just need to lay off with the romance for a while."
"Yeah, yeah, that was just my girl stage." I wave off.
He drives away from the parking lot and drives on the road going home. "Girl stage? Are you saying you're a boy most of the time?" He asks shockingly.
"What?" I turn my head to him looking at him strangely.
"Do you have a penis I don't know about?"
I hit his arm with my fist. "Hey! Don't hit me, I'm driving!" He whines.
"I don't have a dick, dumbass! I meant I was not myself because I usually hate those cliché movies and here I was watching one like you said." I roll my eyes, resting my head on the cold glass window.
"Oh...well, you were just hurt that's all." He murmurs.
We end the conversation there as I get comfortable in my seat. If I could, I can forget about Jonah in a minute, but my mind seems to do the opposite. All I could think about was how our relationship grew over the years, but all of it were just lies. He didn't give a damn about me, he just wanted to screw other girls while I was with him because I was too boring.
He hurt me while he didn't feel guilty.
It's like I can't be with anyone now. I'll just be alone no matter how long it takes.