With Carly and Freddie potentially becoming an item, Sam can't take it anymore.

3: iConfess

Freddie was at his locker getting ready for his first class when Sam walked up to him. "Hey, Fredward."

"Oh, hey Sam."

Sam wanted all the juicy details. "So, last night; the date you've been waiting for for over five years. How was it?"

"Well, it wasn't really a date," Freddie said.

"But did you have a good time?"

"Well", Freddie started, "it was kind of weird at first, but after the movie started I kind of started to—"

Sam was suddenly distracted by something she saw in Freddie's locker. "The original Dead or Not Dead video game? Where did you get a classic like that?" Sam hadn't played that game in years.

"Oh, I know this huge video game store up on Forty-second."

"I bet I can beat you at it," Sam challenged.

Freddie raised his eyebrows. "Since when did you like video games?"

"It's a violent game, right?" Sam asked. "Would you rather I be aggressive towards you?"

"Um, no?"

"Good. I'll take you on after school today."

"Can't. I'm going to Groovy Smoothie with Carly after school and then we have iCarly rehearsals."

Sam was upset with this, but tried not to show it. "You and Carly? So it really is a date this time."

"We're just going to have a—" Freddie stopped when he realized Sam was right. "Oh my God."

"Uh-huh."

The bell rung. "Oops, gotta go," Sam said.

Freddie looked at her incredulously. "Wait. You, of all people, care about getting to class on time."

"Nah, I just need to get there before Gibby so I can rig his chair to collapse." Sam pulled out a screwdriver from her backpack. "See ya," she said as she walked away.

"Sam," Freddie protested, but Sam was gone. She started running, getting as far away from Freddie as she could.

That afternoon, Sam was the first one to arrive at Carly's apartment, having been too upset to do anything detention-worthy.

Spencer was working on his sculpture when he heard Sam picking the lock. "Oh, hey Sam," he said when she walked in.

"Hey."

"Carly's not home yet."

"I know." Sam took a deep breath. "Listen, can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure."

They both took a seat on the couch. "It's about Carly and Freddie," Sam explained.

"You're unhappy because Carly and Freddie are going out and she's not spending as much time with you anymore." It was a valid theory.

Sam sighed. "Yeah, but it's more than that. I don't know, I just—"

Spencer cut her off. "You're jealous," he stated matter-of-factly.

"I am not!"

Spencer gave a knowing smirk. He knew Sam was in denial.

"Fine, maybe I am," Sam confessed. "It's so weird, we're always arguing and fighting, and yet somehow I don't really hate him. And then we kissed, and ever since—"

"You did what?!"

Sam was shocked. Her kiss with Freddie was a secret to be shared with no one, and she had just let it slip. "You can't tell anyone! I promised Freddie I'd keep it a secret."

"Zip it, lock it, put it in your pocket," Spencer said, reciting the old childhood rhyme.

"Spencer," Sam groaned. This was no time for fooling around.

"Sorry, I'll be serious. So what about the kiss?"

"It's just that ever since it happened, everything just feels weird. It's crazy, but I think I'm starting to like him." Sam blushed, it was a secret Sam hoped Spencer would guard with his life.

Spencer grinned. "Interesting, I always thought you two would be cute together."

Sam stared at him, her mouth open with disbelief. "Me and Freddie. Together. You're kidding, right?"

"Do you want to be with Freddie?"

"Maybe," Sam admitted. "But it wouldn't work anyway." Her rambling grew faster and faster. "We're totally different people. And besides, Freddie's with Carly, and Carly's my best friend, and if I don't pretend I like seeing the two of them together..."

Spencer was really uncomfortable, and when Sam started crying, a rare sight indeed, he wished he claimed he was too busy to talk or some other excuse. But if Carly or her friends needed advice, there was no way he could not help, as much as he usually was a bigger kid than they were. "Well, you're Carly's best friend too, so maybe if you tell her how you feel she'll respect that."

"But I don't even know how I feel!" Happy, because Freddie finally got what he wanted? Upset, because it should have been her instead? Jealous, because her best friend was dating the boy she liked? Angry, because she didn't want to be in love with the dork in the first place? It was all too much for her.

Spencer put an arm around his young friend. "You'll figure it out. You're smart."

Sam wiped away a tear. "Thanks."

Spencer had an idea. "Hey, why don't you help me with my sculpture; get your mind off of things?"

"OK, how?"

Spencer showed her a ring of popsicle sticks he had bent into staying together. "Think you can make one just like this?"

"Bring it on."