Disclaimer: I don't own ICarly.

Chapter Two: Bad Boy 101

Freddie wasn't expecting a visitor at five in the morning, but apparently Griffin thought it was a good time to get him started on the path to bad-boyness. Freddie was sound asleep in his bed when all he could hear was a blow horn blasting beside his ear. "Wake up Freddie!"

Freddie, who was clearly in shock, fell out of bed. "What the hell, Griffin! It is like three in the morning!"

"Try five."

"Well excuse me for not looking at the clock as I fell out of my bed!"

Griffin just laughed as Freddie untangled himself from the sheet he was wrapped up in. "What?" Freddie asked, not realizing what was so funny.

"The fact you have Carly's face on your boxers amuses me," He smirked, "but also greatly disturbs me."

Freddie's face just flushed. He was caught in boxers with a girl's face on them in front of another guy. Not to mention that this guy just so happened to be this girl's boyfriend. "Don't tell Carly."

"I won't!" Griffin just laugh, "Just put on some pants!"

Freddie quickly pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. "So why are you here, and more importantly how did you even get in here?"

"How I got in here isn't important," Griffin rolled his eyes, "but what is important is this is your first lesson into becoming a bad boy."

"What waking dudes up early in the morning?"

"No!" Griffin sighed, "Just come on!"

Griffin grabbed Freddie's wrist and drug him down the stairs. They rushed past the sleeping doorman and out to the parking garage. Griffin threw a helmet at Freddie.

"Your first lesson." Griffin said as he swung his leg over the big black Harley. "Here are Spencer's keys."

"Riding motorcycles?" Freddie rambled, "I don't know if this is a good idea."

"What? Are you a Chicken?" Griffin asked.

"No."

"Good because girls love a guy on a bike."

Freddie pulled the helmet over his head and had a hard time getting on Spencer's bike. After several unsuccessful attempts , he planted his feet to the ground so the whole bike wouldn't fall. Spencer would kill him if anything happen to his bike, and his mother would be furious that he was ever on one.

Griffin kick started his bike, and began to drive off. "Wait, Griffin, I don't know what to do!" Freddie panicked and began to kick at different sides of the bike. Suddenly it just started.

Freddie went flying past Griffin,

"Now your catching on Benson." Griffin smiled as he sped up to make sure Freddie wouldn't kill himself.