Chapter two of Flirtatious Torturing! Let's see what ol' Sammy is doing to Fredward this time, shall we? :D

Enjoy!

Freddie, Sam and Carly walked out the doors of Ridgeway High School that afternoon. Carly pulled out her key chain, separating her car key from the rest in her hand as the trio made their way towards Carly's VW Bug. Since Carly was the only one of the three with a car the trio just rode to school together every morning. Sam figured it beat the bus and Freddie was just happy he got away from riding to and from school with his crazy overprotective mother. They were appreciative of Carly's car, no matter neither how small it was nor how girlish the color yellow was.

Freddie strategically fell into place on Carly's left side, leaving Sam to her right. Freddie had been trying to put as much distance between him and the boisterous blonde all day. She'd only known about his crush on her for four hours and yet, in that time frame she'd made him blush countless times as well as left him a sweaty, trembling mess more than once with her looks and deliberately sexy gestures. Freddie felt Carly's questioning gaze on him, but he refused to look over, as it meant getting an eyeful of Sam as well and at this point in the day he was just too exhausted to go through that torture again.

They reached Carly's car in silence, Sam and Freddie piling in the back as Carly slid into the driver's seat, throwing her bag onto the passenger seat beside her. Sam began her daily ritual; to whine about why she couldn't sit in the front seat. Spencer had made it a rule, after reading an article online that most people suffer the worst injuries while sitting in the passenger seat, which nobody but he and Carly were allowed in the front of her vehicle. Thus the reason why Sam griped and moaned every day that she had to ride in the back with "the nub". Yes, they might have been juniors in high school, but Sam still referred to Freddie as a nub. Truthfully though, her nicknames had stopped affecting him a long time ago. Now he just accepted them with ease.

Carly pulled out of the school's parking lot and instead of taking her usual right turn that led to Bushwell Plaza she made a left. Carly glanced into her rearview mirror to see her friends' confused faces and remembered she'd forgotten to tell them where she had to go before arriving home. "Guys, I forgot to tell you but Spencer needed me to pick up a few things from the store." Sam gave Carly a disapproving look, as it meant her after school snack would be delayed. "Sorry Sam. How about I pick you up something while I'm in the store?" Sam's face immediately perked up and she wrapped her arms around the headrest of the passenger seat, leaning forward so she could talk with Carly better.

"Whatever I want?" Sam arched her eyebrow, a smile resting on her face. Carly rolled her eyes, but smiled and nodded nonetheless. "Yus!" Sam pumped her fist in the air, the excitement overwhelming her. "Okay, so I want a package of ham, a two-liter of orange soda…no, make that grape. Yeah, grape." She nodded, "And a couple dozen fat cakes, some of those frosted animal crackers too. Man, I've been craving those things all week…" By this point she'd resorted to ticking the items off on her fingers. "Uhm…" Sam paused to think.

"Jesus Sam, if I didn't know that your metabolism was super-human fast I would wonder how in the hell you stay a size six." Freddie piped up. Sam turned on him, eyes glaring.

"I'm a size four, idiot." She reached over and smacked him in the forehead, hard. Freddie winced but said nothing more for fear that she'd really lay into him. Instead she just snickered and patted his cheek patronizingly, making a blush creep up Freddie's neck, partly in anger at her mocking and partly because she was just touching him. She noticed this blush and rolled her eyes. "Jesus Benson, control your damn hormones."

As Carly pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store she glanced in her rearview mirror and gave Sam a dirty look. "Sam, let it go." She pleaded for the umpteenth time that day. Though Carly had been trying her best to protect Freddie from Sam's wrath all day she wasn't succeeding much. The score was Carly-one Sam-everything else. Carly won one at lunchtime, and that was simply because Sam was too preoccupied with her food to be concerned with Freddie's infatuation for her.

"It's not my problem that the nub wants my body." Sam smirked in Freddie's direction, giving him a wink before rolling her eyes and throwing her head back in laughter. "It's also not my problem that I enjoy," She reached over to place her hand on his knee, tracing a circle around it with her finger before pulling away, "tormenting him, either." Freddie's face turned a multifarious amount of shades of red.

Carly ignored her friend for the most part as she pulled into a parking spot and turned off the car. "I'll only be a minute, are you guys okay sitting out here?" She asked as she leaned over to grab her purse. Freddie gulped, but Sam nodded, a twinkle of mischievousness in her eye.

"Sure Carly," She drawled out the words, looking at Freddie out of the corner of her eye. "We'll be fine." Carly eyed her friend cautiously but nodded and opened the door to get out. "Just don't forget my stuff!" Sam called after her, laughing.

As soon as Carly had disappeared behind the sliding glass doors of the supermarket Sam turned to Freddie, a glint in her eye and a smirk upon her face. Freddie squirmed under her gaze and reached to unlatch his seatbelt, wondering if it was too late to join Carly inside. Sam chuckled lowly and scooted closer to him on the seat.

"S-Sam…what are you going to do?!" Freddie scooted backwards, pressing himself up against the door of the car. Sam simply stared him down and smirked, making Freddie want to jump out of his skin. He was cornered with nowhere to go, and had a devil of a blonde staring him down.

"Nothing Fredward, what makes you think I'm up to something?" She pulled her legs up onto the seat and rested back on her knees as she flashed him a smile that made her appear almost…ingenuous. Freddie shook his head, he knew better than that. Sam was definitely not innocent. She crouched forward, resting her hands on either side of his right leg. He felt a blush creep up his cheeks once more and silently cursed himself.

"S-stop." He stuttered, reaching out to grab onto her forearm. Sam easily pulled away from his grip and before he could blink she'd pounced on him. Sam straddled him and placed her hands, palm side down, on his chest. Her face was now mere inches from his and he could feel her cool breath breezing across his parted lips. Her eyes glinted and Freddie took note that they were a very dark blue.

"Sam, seriously. Carly will be back any minute." Freddie tried to push her off, only to fail miserably. Sam threw her head back and laughed, exposing her long, slender neck to Freddie and he couldn't help but fantasize what it would be like to ravish it, biting and nipping until she screamed…

"No she won't, Fredward." She pulled her head back up and looked at him, the twinkle in her eye holding even more mischievousness. "Carly loves shopping. She'll be awhile. Trust me."

"Sam, if you're just trying to freak me out let me tell you now that you've succeeded!" Freddie tried once more to get away from the blonde who smirked slyly from above him. She shook her head and leaned down close to his ear.

"I'm not going for success Fredward." She whispered, her breath tickling his ear and making Freddie shiver. "I'm going for complete domination." She smirked against his ear, hovered beside it for a moment and flicked her tongue out to graze his earlobe. Freddie's breath hitched and his hands came up to her waist, as he shoved her sideways, making her tumble off of him to the empty seat on the opposite side of the car. He glanced over at her in surprise and took the brief distraction to open the car door and bolt out. He didn't look back, even when he heard the car door slam and footsteps pounding towards him.

When he looked up he saw Carly walking towards him, just having exited the supermarket with two large bags in her arms. He stopped running just in time to avoid running into her, panting hard. "Freddie what are you--."

"Benson, you better run!" Freddie glanced behind him to see Sam running at him full force, her blonde curls whipping around her face, making her expression even more menacing. Freddie's eyes went wide as he ran behind Carly and used her as a shield. Carly grunted and nearly lost her grip on the grocery bags.

"Carly, move!" Sam yelled seconds before colliding with the girl. Carly rolled her eyes as her two friends began running in a circle around her, looking like a bunch of elementary school kids on the playground. Carly looked around the parking lot to see a few passerby taking in the scene, some with amused looks, others with sour, disgruntled ones. Carly closed her eyes and exhaled a breath, making her bangs fly up for a moment.

Sam growled once more, a low, feral sound that even scared Carly a little. Her eyes flew open just in time to see Sam tackle Freddie to the ground tugging at his hair as they collided with the ground, and then one another. Carly stared in shock as they rolled once or twice before Sam got the upper hand and pinned Freddie beneath her, her legs straddling his stomach. They were almost too far away for Carly to hear their angry whispers, but she caught most of it.

"I'm going to mess you up." Sam snarled, her face mere centimeters from Freddie's. Freddie's eyes were wide open in shock and he was trying desperately to break free of her hold, squirming beneath her. Sam groaned and tugged at his hair again, "Not a good idea, Fredward." She practically purred, her once angry expression now becoming one a predator might give its prey before going in for an attack. She flicked him hard in the nose, making him wince.

"Sam, let me go. Now." Freddie tried to be firm, but his voice was shaky. This was partially due to the fact they were lying in the middle of a parking lot in public as well as the fact that the girl he practically loved was straddling him, her bottom so close to his groin he could feel the heat radiating off of her body. He bit back a moan as she re-adjusted her position over him, trying to get a better grip.

When she saw how she was affecting him however, she decided to have a bit more fun. "What…do you like that, Freddifur?" She wiggled her bottom again, loving the facial expression Freddie made, his eyes squeezing shut, nose crinkling as he gulped. Sam chuckled and brought her face close to his once more, releasing one of his hands to grab his shirt collar. "Why won't you just give in to your hormones, Freddie?" She spoke his name in a falsetto, airy voice that made Freddie's airways constrict that much more.

He slowly opened his eyes to find a whirlwind of blonde curls masking his vision. He completely forgot they were lying in the middle of a supermarket parking lot with Carly staring at them in awe, when Sam's hot, wet breath connected with the pulse point on his neck, hovering above it before she gave it a lick, something she was quickly realizing drove Freddie nuts. She felt his blood pressure accelerate and she smirked, pulling her head back up to his face. "Like that, Benson?" She whispered playfully, as she pressed her free hand into his chest.

Freddie did nothing; he simply stared into her clouded blue eyes, trying to alleviate his confusion. He was still trying to figure out why the girl was torturing him like this. He preferred the regular beatings to this. Sexually torturing him was both emotionally and physically exhausting him, and it hadn't even been one day.

Sam stared at him expectantly for a moment, her fingers flexing on his chest, reminding him of a cat. Freddie looked at her for a few more moments. As he calmed slightly he realized he had a free hand, and he smirked, causing Sam to give him a confused look. "What are you—." She was cut off by Freddie's hand grabbing onto her waist as he attempted to shove her off one-handed. It didn't work well, as Sam had a tight, controlled grip on him. She laughed, "Silly boy, you should know better by now that I'm stronger than you."

Freddie inhaled through his nostrils and shut his eyes, feeling his adrenaline kick in at her insult. It was no secret that he was taller than her now, his muscles slightly bigger than they had been a few years ago. He grunted and tried to roll them over.

He soon felt her weight being lifted from his stomach and he almost smiled, before he too was being ripped off the ground by the front of his shirt. His eyes whipped open to find a rather large man standing above him, looking angry. Freddie chuckled nervously and tried to avoid Sam's hard glare.

"You two should be in big trouble." The man bellowed. Sam opened her mouth to protest, but one look from the store manager and she clamped her mouth shut tight. "But, your friend over there," He paused to jerk his head in the direction of a flabbergasted Carly before continuing, "Insists that she can take care of you." He twisted them toward Carly and shoved them forward. "But I don't want to see you two anywhere near my store ever again. Got it?" Freddie silently nodded, accepting the terms for both of them because he knew Sam wasn't going to agree to anything. The man nodded at Carly and stalked his way back into the building, leaving the three teenagers to stand in awkward silence.

"You guys are idiots!" Carly shrieked a few moments later, as she clutched the grocery bags tighter in her arms. "You could have gotten run over or something!" She shook her head and glanced at them, "What the hell were you even doing anyway?" She looked pointedly at Sam, who was now staring down at her shoes. Neither of them answered Carly's question so after a few more moments of glaring at them she sighed and began walking toward her car, "Let's just go home. Spencer's waiting on me."

Freddie looked at Sam; Sam looked at Freddie, both of them waiting for the other to begin walking first. Freddie crossed his arms and didn't budge which triggered a staring contest between the two.

"Freddie! Sam! Let's go!" Carly shouted as she slid into the driver's seat and turned the car on. Freddie peered over his shoulder at their friend but still didn't budge.

"Ladies first." Sam mocked, waving her arm in the direction of Carly's car. Carly yelled for them again and Sam pointedly looked at Freddie, jerking her arm again. Freddie rolled his eyes and stomped off toward the car, leaving a smug Sam to follow behind him.

Okay. There you have it. :D I hope you liked it (I have yet to proofread it). It's about *checks clock* 3AM and I have school tomorrow, so yeah...I'm off to bed now. Chapter three will probably come tomorrow!

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