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Chapter 3

Alright chapter three is on its way! Now that I have started this story it's so weird to watch iCarly XDXD I keep picturing Sam pregnant. My sister feels the same way. Does that mean I am writing pretty well? I am really not sure…

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"Sam, wake up," Carly said nudging the lump of blankets where Sam had fallen asleep on the couch.

"I don't want to," Sam mumbled, snuggling under the blankets.

"Come on," Carly said, "You skipped out all last week you have to go to school today."

"I have to take you guys to school," Spencer said walking by with a folder in his hand, "I have to talk to your principal."

"What for?" Carly asked.

"Because it is against the rules for a student to be at a school pregnant and not tell the principal," Spencer said setting the folder on the counter, "Oh and this afternoon you will have your first doctor's appointment."

"How late did you stay up last night planning?" Carly asked looking at her brother.

"What time does the Letterman Show come on?" Spencer asked as he opened up the folder and picked out some papers and started to read.

"Like two," Carly said.

"An hour after that," Spencer said nodding.

"What all do you have planned for today?" Sam asked sitting up and looking dazedly at him still half asleep.

"Well first I have to get you to school, so that I can talk to the principal," Spencer said, "then I will pick you up an hour early because you go to see your new doctor at two. After that I am taking you to the Pregnancy Support office and find out when and where all of the classes will be held. Oh and we have to go to the craft shop for a couple thousand cotton balls for my next project."

"That's a lot of stuff to do," Sam whimpered.

"Of course," Spencer said, "We need you to be totally prepared for our little dude or chick that you will be giving birth to."

"Yeah," Sam said. She twisted her legs around the side of the couch and through her blankets aside. She stood wobbly and bent over to pick up her duffel bag.

"Here," Carly said holding out a stack of clothes, "I picked out an outfit for you."

"Come on Carly," Sam said with a smile, "I'm not absolutely hopeless."

"I know," Carly said, "I just want to help out."

Sam smiled and walked towards the bathroom. Carly turned around and sighed. She looked up at Spencer to see him absorbed in the papers.

"What are those?" She asked looking at them.

"Custody papers," Spencer said with a sigh.

"So soon?" Carly asked.

"Why wait for happiness?" Spencer asked with a smile, "Her mother didn't hesitate at all to give her up. She signed the papers without even reading them."

"I'd expect that from her," Sam whispered from behind them. They both turned around to see her dressed. She was brushing through her hair. Carly looked down at her pants which were still unbuttoned.

"Your pants Sam," Carly reminded her.

"I know," Sam said, "The pants are a little snug."

"Have to add clothes shopping to the list somewhere this week," Spencer said smirking.

"Oh no that-"

"Stop," Spencer said cutting Sam off, "I am your official guardian starting this afternoon at three and you will do as I say and let me buy you things."

"Fine," Sam smiled up at Spencer and lay back onto the couch, "Carly help me buckle my pants."

"Suck it in," Carly laughed grabbing a hold of the buckle. Spencer smiled and picked up a pen. He bent over the paper. He happily signed his name on the paper and closed the folder.

"When you'll are done, come on down and we will get going," Spencer said tucking the folders under his arm and walking out of the door.

"Shot gun!" He heard Sam yell as he closed the door.

He turned and started down the hall to the stairs. He went down the two flights of stairs and out into the lobby.

"Good morning Lewbert," Spencer said walking by the front desk.

"Good for you maybe!" Lewbert squawked, "Nothing is ever good for me!"

"See you later Lewbert," Spencer sighed going out the door.

"Not if I'm lucky!" Lewbert screamed.

Spencer walked over to the parking lot and pulled out his keys. He opened the door and tossed the folder onto the seat.

"Hey Spencer!" Freddy yelled from across the lot.

"Hey!" Spencer yelled back.

"Where are Carly and Sam?" Freddy asked walking closer.

"They're coming," Spencer said, "Need a ride to school?"

"Sure why not?" Freddy said with a smile, "Can I get front seat?"

"Do you want Sam to choke you?" Spencer asked.

"It would be nice if she didn't," Freddy sighed, opening the back door.

"Then I recommend sitting in the back," Spencer said with a laugh.

"Seems logical," Freddy said tossing his bag into the back seat.

"Why do you people talk to me?" Spencer could hear Lewbert scream as the door opened and Carly and Sam walked out.

"He has some serious problems," Carly said to Sam as they walked towards the car. Carly walked to the back and opened the door. She dropped her bag on to the seat and sat down. Sam opened her door and lifted her bag.

"Here," Freddy said grabbing her bag from her hand and lifting it for her.

"Alright if you guys keep helping me with everything someone is going to get hurt," Sam said sitting in the seat and taking the bag Freddy handed back to her. The door was shut and the group drove away.

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"Samantha Puckett," The male voice said her name.

The room was lit dimly from a loose fixture in the ceiling that hung loosely. The shadows danced over his sharp features as he stared down at the screen intently. It had been two months since he had met the girl at the Kuttle Fish concert and he still remembered her name.

He stared down at the colorful profile picture of Sam she had posted on her MySpace. He scanned over her profile, reading all of her details. He grumbled to himself as he read her personal information. He pulled out his notebook and grabbed a pen. He quickly wrote down her hometown and folded the piece of paper, slipping it into his shirt pocket.

He pressed down on her laptop power button and stood quickly. He slammed the laptop shut and walked out of the room. He had plans. Plans that would not be messed up.

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"What are you doing?," Sam whispered. Her mind was hazy and she didn't understand what was happening.

"Shush," The man said undoing her pants quickly.

'Where am I?' Sam thought to herself. The car was musty and her mind was twirling around her. She hadn't been able to think right since she drank that soda.

The soda.

Sam looked at the man, her mind focusing slightly. He was pulling her pants down quickly, his hands working at a fast pace.

"No!" Sam gasped, her thoughts clearing, "Don't do this!"

"Shut up," The man growled undoing his own pants. He grabbed Sam and pulled her over onto the seat more and pressed his body against hers.

"Get off of me!" Sam said, not able to physically push him off. All of her strength was drained. Why? She felt him spread her legs and press onto her. Sam squirmed as if it would help. She bit her lip as he slipped inside of her.

"Please get off of me!" Sam screamed, "Get off!"

"Shut up, you little bitch!" The man screamed.

"Get off!" Sam screamed. She felt his body up against her, "Get off! Get off! Get off!"

"Get off!" Sam screamed shooting up from where she had been laying in her desk. She looked around at everyone. Every student in the class stared at her. She bit her lip as she felt her face start to burn red.

"Sam, are you okay?" The teacher, Mrs. Briggs, asked looking down at her.

"Can I be excused to the nurse?" Sam whispered bowing her head.

"Yes, of course," Mrs. Briggs said, "Come up to my desk."

Sam stood and picked up her bag. She walked up to the desk slowly. She could feel every set of eyes in the classroom on her.

"Everyone can have a few minutes of free time while I talk to Miss Puckett," Mrs. Briggs said. She turned and led Sam out into the hallway. She closed the door and turned to Sam, "All of your teachers have been informed about your pregnancy."

"They have?" Sam asked looking up at her teacher.

"Yes," Mrs. Briggs said, "Its school policy that each teacher knows these things in case something happens."

"Oh," Sam said looking down at her feet.

"Now listen to me Miss Puckett," Mrs. Briggs said, "I promise you that none of your teachers will judge you, especially not me. Even if we did you need to keep your chin up. The world probably seems like a big dark scary place right now and it is but you must keep your mind on the future. No matter what you go through and what happens, there is always a light at the end of this deep dark hole that we call life."

Sam's eyes, her head still bowed, started to water. She didn't know what to say to those words. She looked up at her teacher as she smiled back. Mrs. Briggs reached out and took Sam's shoulders in her arms in a hug.

"Now you can go on to the nurse and if you need anything, just come to me," Mrs. Briggs said letting go and smiling down at her, "And hurry back. I know that you haven't even started to read the literature assignment."

"You know me too well Mrs. Briggs," Sam laughed through sniffles. She smiled and turned to head towards the nurse's office. She walked the hall slowly and turned the corner to the door with the little black label on it that read, Nurses Office.

She opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind her. She set her bag onto the floor and sat in one of the empty chairs. She lay her head back onto the cold wall and closed her eyes. Her dream she had had played through her head once more. She flinched and shot her eyes open shaking her head with a sigh.

"Miss Puckett," the nurse said smiling, "How can I help you?"

"Killer headache," Sam said.

"Alright," the nurse said. She opened her cabinet and reached for a bottle of pills. The phone on her desk started to ring. She reached over and picked up the phone. She cradled the phone on her shoulder, "Yes she's with me. Alright ill send her over."

"Was that about me?" Sam asked.

"Yep," The nurse said hanging the phone up, "You're being picked up now."

"Oh okay," Sam said standing and picking up her bag. She turned and opened the door, "Thanks anyway!"

"See you later," The nurse said waving, "The both of you."

Sam turned and looked at the nurse. She smiled back. Sam turned and left the room closing the door behind her. She stopped outside the door and looked down at her stomach. She pressed her hands against her abdomen and smiled to herself.

"Both of us," She whispered to herself, "I kind of like that."

She laughed softly under her breath and started down the hall to the office for her first appointment.