Hi, guys! Sorry, I haven't been updating in a while. I've been busy with college and stuff. But, I'm back! Yay! Alright, let's get to the second chapter.

Carly's POV

My first day was not going well for me. First of all, my history teacher was a jerk face and second of all, everyone in that class knew who I was, except that super cute Italian guy.

I looked around for Marcia so she could walk me to the cafeteria. I was starving! I was craving Italian food!

"Hi, Carly!" a familiar voice chirped.

I turned to face Marcia.

"Oh, thank goodness you're here! I need help finding the cafeteria."

"Oh, I'll walk there!" Once again, she pulled me through the huge crowd of people. As we got to the cafeteria, we stepped in line to get our lunch.

"So, are you enjoying your first day so far?" she asked me.

I frowned as I thought about what happened in that class. It was probably the only class I had a rough time in. The other classes weren't really a problem for me.

"Not really," I answered honestly.

Marcia's extremely cheerful expression turned into sympathy. "Aw, carola," she said softly. "I am so sorry."

Um. What did she just call me?

"Carola?" I repeated.

She giggled. "It means "dear" in Italian," she explained.

"Oh."

After we grabbed our lunch, we walked over to an empty table.

"You sit by yourself?" I asked her.

"No," she replied. "I sit with a few friends."

"Oh," I said again.

"So, why did you have a bad day, carola?"

"Well, first of all, my first period teacher was a skunkbag-"

Marcia burst into giggles. "Skunkbag?"

"Yeah," I said. "That's what we call people who are...well, skunkbags." I continued. "And second of all, everyone seemed to recognize me, except for this one guy who is insanely cute!"

"What did he look like?"

"He was tan and muscular," I sighed dreamily as Cute Italian Guy appeared in my head.

"Oh, that's my cousin, Marco," she told me.

I snapped out of my daze. "Wait. What? You guys are related?!"

"Um, yeah," she said. "Oh, and he doesn't speak any English. Plus, he doesn't watch iCarly. That's why he didn't recognize you.

"Oh. Well, can you teach me how to speak Italian so I can communicate with him?"

"Of course!" Marcia said happily. "I would love to!"

"Thanks so much!"

"Anything for you, Carly!" A few seconds, her chocolate brown eyes lit up. "Oh, speaking of my cousin, here he is right now!"

I whipped around and Cute Italian Guy was walking towards us!

What do I do? I thought to myself. WHAT DO I DO?!