Yes, I know I have taken forever to update. I was busy with all of my other stories and my organization, CBiFF: Coalition for Better iCarly Fanfiction. There will be two more chapters. This one, and an epilogue. It was never meant to be a long story, and by now I'm having a little trouble finishing it. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 3
A Plan
Freddie sat on Carly's couch, a concerned look on his face. Carly noticed it and went over to him.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Today's Thursday, and Sam hasn't gotten detention all week. I think she might win this," Freddie responded in a concerned tone.
The door to the Shay's apartment swung open and Sam walked in.
"What's up, Fredweird?" Sam saw the look on Freddie's face as he turned to look at her. "Are you scared that I'm going to win the bet?"
"No, I just think, I mean you've gotta, yes."
Sam walked over to the kitchen with a smug smile on her face. "That's what you get for messing with me. I hope you have you're money ready, because it's gonna be mine soon enough." Sam opened the refrigerator door and poured a glass of ice tea. From there she sat down at the kitchen table and stared at Freddie.
"Well, you're gonna blow it tomorrow, I know it!"
"Will you two stop fighting?"
"She started it!"
"I don't care, just sit down and watch tv."
"I can't, my mom signed us up for lessons"
"What kind of lessons?" Carly asked curiously.
Freddie moved over to her ear and whispered something.
"Oh, yeah, best not to say that out loud."
"Say what?" Sam asked.
"Um, nothing. I gotta go." Freddie started running for the door, only to find a tight grip on his arm.
"What type of lessons?"
Freddie finally gave in. "Ballet," he mumbled.
Sam fell to the floor laughing as hard as she could.
"It's not funny!" Freddie exclaimed.
"So are you gonna be wearin a tutu and dancing around like a doofus?" Sam asked through her fits of laughter.
Freddie turned on his heels and went out the door. Sam got up and wiped a tear from her eye.
"Sam, that wasn't very nice," Carly told her.
Sam shrugged. "So? It was hilarious!" Sam made her way to the couch and sat down.
"Anyway, are you really gonna go a whole week without getting in trouble?" Carly asked.
"Yep. I'm gonna stay out of trouble." As Sam said this her eyes glazed over and she was deep in thought.
"I don't like that look. What are you doing? Actually, I don't wanna know," Carly said rapidly.
"You know what? I gotta go," Sam said as she headed for the door.
"Hey Freddie," Carly said as she walked up to him. They were standing in front of their lockers. It was Friday afternoon, and school would be out in fifteen minutes.
"Sam won, I can't believe it, she won," Freddie mumbled.
"Well, not quite yet," Carly responded in a cheerful tone, trying to cheer up her friend.
"There's only fifteen minutes left, there's no way she can blow it!"
At this point Sam walked up with a devious smile on her face.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Freddie asked curiously.
"You'll see."
The minutes ticked by, 12, 10, 8, and nothing happened. The clock hit five till, and that's when Sam got excited.
"It's almost time!" she exclaimed.
Mr. Howard can walking down the hall.
"Now, I know school's not over yet, but I'm going anyway," he said. He stepped out of the door and walked to his car.
"MY CAR!!!!" he screamed.
He came rushing back in, an angry expression on his face. There were two minutes left till school got out.
"Can anyone tell me who poured bacon fat all over the interior of my car and poured syrup on my windshields!" he angrily screamed.
All of the kids looked about with puzzled expression on their face. Principal Franklin came out of office to investigate.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"One of these beasts ruined my car!" Mr. Howard exclaimed. Forty five seconds left.
"Now, this can be settled easily, just calm down," he replied to the furious teacher. Thirty seconds.
The teacher turned turned to face Sam, who had a huge smile on her face. "Sam, did you do this?" he asked her.
"No, Principal Franklin, I would never do anything so horrible to nice Mr. Howard," she replied in an innocent tone. Fifteen seconds.
"Now Sam, I want the truth, did you do this or not.?"
"Fine, I did it," Sam admitted. Five seconds.
"Now Sam, that was very wrong and I....." Principal Franklin was interrupted by the school bell. "Well it's too late to give you detention today, but come Monday morning you will be punished."
Sam nodded her head, a huge smile on her face.
Hope you enjoyed. I'll be getting out the epilogue as soon as I can. I've had so much fun writing this, I think I'm going to write another iCarly story, but it'll be awile before it comes out.