Quantum

"I can't believe the stupid school put me in quantum physics," Sam complained loudly, lying on the Shay's couch. "Don't these people see my grades? Obviously I'm going to fail this class!"

"Then switch out if you really don't want to take it," Carly suggested.

"I can't. The only class with an opening is band."

"You know how to play the trombone."

"Yeah, and I hated even more than I hate quantum physics."

"Well, I'm sure it won't be that bad. Besides, Freddie's in your class. He'll help you."

"What will I do?" Freddie asked, coming down from the iCarly studio.

"Help Sam in quantum physics."

"What? Why'd you take that class?"

"I didn't pick it. The stupid school stuck me in it!"

"Fine, I'll help you. I guess it's going to be the only way you'll pass the class."

"Excuse me? Are you implying that I'm dumb?"

"Um-"

"Fine, let's make a bet. I bet you I can get at least a C on our first test without your help. You in?"

"Sure, this is one bet I can finally win."

….

"Alright class, I'm passing back your tests now," said Mr. Geller, the quantum physics teacher at Ridgeway. "I must say, I was rather disappointed with the scores."

"Scared?" Freddie asked Sam, grinning as he prepared to win his first bet against her in years.

"You wish."

"Here you go, Mr. Benson. Better luck next time." Mr. Geller slid Freddie's paper onto his desk, a large C on top.

"Aw man. There goes my grade-point average."

"Looks like someone isn't the physics genius he thought he was," Sam smirked.

"If I got a C, I can't even imagine what you got."

"Congratulations, Ms. Puckett," Mr. Geller said, handing Sam back her test. "Looks like you have quite the knack for physics."

"You got an A?" Freddie exclaimed.

"I think this would be the part where I win the bet."

"No way, you must've cheated."

"How? We sit right next to Mr. Geller's desk!"

"But-but you can't have gotten a better grade than me. I-I-"

"I win," Sam said happily. "Meet me at Carly's after school. I have something in store for you."

"Oh chiz."