A/N: Hey! I'm back, after a lot of trial and tribulation. I just moved into college! Today I finally got my Microsoft Office software for my Macbook, and I was stoked so I finally finished this chapter, which was saved in textedit. It's a bit harsh from Sam at a few points, but it's Sam, what do you expect? Let me know what you think after you read!

Disclaimer: If I owned the rights to this show and characters, I wouldn't be writing here, would i?

Jealous of what?

Freddie and Carly have everything I don't.

Food on their tables, a bed to sleep in, people who love them.

They're happy.

(That's all, right?)

I fell asleep reading the twenty-two text messages, the angry, frantic ones from Carly, minor ones from Spencer and Gibby.

When I woke up, from the frantic sounds of Gibby's mom chasing Guppy around to put a shirt on him, I realized that I needed to get ready for my day. I already said I was going to school today, and I don't want to disappoint anyone more.

Rolling off the couch, my phone fell on the floor and I picked it up, realizing I fell asleep reading the last few.

Just glancing at the screen, it read "Sam, you're important in my life. Call me."

Freddie.

I groaned realizing that I'd have to see him and Carly today. Together.

Yuck.

I somehow managed to detangle my obnoxious curly hair and have Gibby find me some food. Minor, but important.

Next stop, Ridgeway High.

SFPBSFPB

I head straight to my locker, stashing my overstuffed bookbag and fishing out my books quickly, in hopes of getting to class before being approached by Carly and Freddie.

"Sam!"

Great.

"Sam! Come talk to me! I'm sorry about keeping it a secret! Please? I remember how mad I was when you didn't tell me about you and Freddie's first kiss, so I understand, but at least now we're even! "

I stopped walking away from Carly at this point and turned in one quick motion.

"Even? You're kidding me, right? This isn't the SAME, Shay. Far from it. That was a kiss, something we vowed to never tell anyone. It was over before we knew it." (Lie. It repeated in my head. Its the only kiss i've gotten. How sick is that?) "Remember what we agreed to after that? No more secrets. So you've been keeping it a secret about your feelings AFTER you two dated once, and then never telling me about it! Everyone else i've talked to knew it! Don't pull that "i'm sorry" crap, I'm done. Screw you, Carly. And your boyfriend too. Oh. Wait, that's right. You two've probably done it already and kept that from me too." My eyes must've been darting out flames by now, I was so angry, my breaths came out heavy.

Carly, on the other hand, looked like I slapped her in the face. I could see tears in her eyes.

I felt guilty about it for a split second, but for months, keeping that big of a secret from me? That's wrong. That's not something an alleged "best friend" would do.

Yeah, i'm ticked. I can't help it. Wouldn't you be?

The first half of the day goes on without a hitch. I was expecting something ridiculous like being paired with Freddie or Carly on a project, but I was safe when it came to that.

Lunch? Different story.

I walked in, grabbed a pile of food, swiped my free-lunch card, and head off in the direction of my usual table, but then my walk slows, and I realize I can't do that. I glance over, and there's Carly and Freddie, hand in hand, and judging by the motions Carly's making, she's explaining to him what I said this morning.

I switch it up and go sit in a corner table that's always used for pulling chairs from. Empty, as usual.

I unwrap a fatcake and close my eyes, enjoying comfort food.

'Clack Clack'

A tray, set down next to mine.

I open my eyes, and there he is.

"Hey." Freddie calmly says, staring at me.

I close my eyes, still munching on the sugary treat.

"I heard what you said to Carly."

No shit shirlock. She's your girlfriend, she's gonna tell you everything.

I shiver. Girlfriend? Make me puke.

"Sam, we have iCarly soon. I know you said you quit and all, but i need something to tell our viewers."

I turned away from Freddie, disgusted.

"Fine. I'll just make something up."

And with that, I hear his chair squeak, the tray next to me gone.

I couldn't believe that he didn't even try! He didn't ask me to help him out, didn't ask for my forgiveness, didn't try and patch things up with the three of us... Or even try to excuse the fact that they kept the biggest secret from me for months.

All he cared about was iCarly. Carly's show. Carly.

He didn't even attempt to help.

I guess that was a good thing.

With Freddie, I would've caved. He at least talks sense. He's the smart one, he's supposed to get it.

But he didn't even try.

It added another layer of anger and disgust; I was completely ready to cut them out of my life.

An ache inside my chest told me I was just being bitter, but I counteracted that thought with the realization I just had to rely on me myself and I.

I went through the rest of the day doing my work and paying attention in class. Hey, it's not the usual Sam Puckett, but it's a roof over my head for 7 hours.

I understand that I can't take advantage of Gibby's house longer, I don't wanna be a freeloader. I could do that with Carly when she was my best friend, but Gibby's just a friend. Any more time I spend there, he's going to end up reporting back to Freddie and Carly.

I see Gibby in the hall, and then a plan forms in my head.

"Hey Gibmeister!"

"Sup Sam?"

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me out and all that chizz. I've found another place to go tonight though." He tilts his head, more than likely wondering who I'm possibly friends' with that will take me in.

"Who?" Ah, right on cue.

"Uh, a family friend. Don't worry about that though. I wanted to talk you about something else. You know how iCarly is one man short?"

"Sure. You quit, temporarily."

"Not temporarily. Full time. Never going back. The groupies can deal with it. But, you can help out the show and the viewers. They always say, "Have more Gibby!" so I think you should take my position." There, take over for me. I need to be replaced in their life.

I saw the emotions in Gibby's eyes run over, slightly surprised but amused.

"Sam, really? Me working with Carly? I mean, I don't know if I'm still over her. And she'll be around Freddie and being all… you know. Flirty."

I cringe, and so does he. Ew.

"I don't know Gib. It's only for like 2 hours a week. You don't have to live with them. I kinda feel bad for abandoning my viewers, but you'd definitely reel em back in."

He shrugs, still considering, so I continue, "Well, you could set some boundaries. They won't wanna lose you too, so you can tell them straight up, you won't stand for anything."

He finally agrees, and I tell him to go after Freddie.

"One last thing." Ah, I remember now. "Yeah?"

"Don't tell them it was my idea."

He nods, shooting me a sympathetic glance. I feel pathetic. "I'm really sorry about everything, Sam."

"Yeah. Me too."

I leave the building and begin to roam. Where can I possibly go?

Last resort. Just me, my shoes and my pack on my back; I don't know where I turn.

I look down at my phone, and realize I'm at my last resort.

I scroll through my contacts list, and press the call button.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"Sam! How are you? What have you been up to? You haven't called me forever? Is something wrong? You never call! What happened?" Melanie's voice griped me. I wasn't liking the thought of calling for favors, I'm independent. But… desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Yep."

"What happened?"

"Well, I'm not living at home anymore."

"WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?"

"Uh, mom kicked me out. I got into a fight with Carly and got caught after curfew. Mom refused to pick me up, Spencer had to take me back to their apartment. When I went back home the next day, she was with another new boyfriend, and she kicked me out. For good. Told me to pack up my stuff and get out."

"Oh my gosh. Sam…"

"Don't. I stayed at Gibby's last night; I'm too pissed at both Freddie and Carly for what they did. I'll miss seeing Spencer, but I'm never going back in that apartment."

"What did they do?"

"They lied to me, for three months straight, about each other, about their feelings, about everything. They were supposed to be my best friends, and they pulled this crap."

"Yikes. That bites. But maybe you're overreacting a little?"

"You've gotta be kidding me. Do you want me to hang up the freaking phone right now?"

"No, no. Sorry. What do you need?" "Well. I need some place to stay tonight. I was gonna buy a hotel room, I've got the money, but I'm still a minor. I need someone to call and confirm…"

"You serious? You really want to use the number?"

"I have no choice. It's either the number or sleep on a park bench and get caught by the cops again." "Okay…" She recited off the number by heart, I dialed it down in my phone and saved it hesitantly.

"Stay safe, Sammy. I'm here for you anytime if you need me, don't hesitate to call."

"I know… I probably will more. I'm sorry I haven't stayed in touch too much, it's just been, well, insane around here."

She agrees, and we say our goodbyes and hang up.

I look up the number I saved and keep trying to get enough courage to call.

Finally, I press the key lightly, and the phone begins to ring.

"Hello?" The breath catches in my throat, my eyes begin to sting. "Hello? Is anybody there?"

"Hi, dad. It's your other daughter, Samantha."

A/N: I know that this chapter was tons of dialogue and is shorter than the other two, but I've been drabbling in and out of this chapter between the move to UT. Read and review! My classes just started today, so give me something to procrastinate to!