A/N: Before you guys head to my dorm with pitchforks and sticks with fire on them, I'll admit it myself that I've been really slow on updates. I never intended to get this far behind, but all of this school work is massacre-ing me. It's the week before finals, so I figured I'd sit down and write a little chapter - heavy on the angst - to show my readers that I really do care. And yes, my reviewers, you truly mean a ton to me. Every time my viewcount goes up, or I receive a review, I can't resist jumping up and down and putting a huge grin on my face. Trust me, my roommates and boyfriend question my sanity every time I do.
Anyways, I don't own iCarly or it's characters, just the plotline of this story (: I hope you guys read & enjoy!
Chapter 7: Head First, Fearless.
Things are finally starting to get back to normal. I've been getting to spend a little time with Carly, but I've got to admit. I've been extremely guarded when it comes to certain things. I avoid the topic of Freddie completely. (Who wouldn't after what she said to Freddie on air?)
And no. She certainly does not know. I'm not just going to move in to the Shay apartment after being her friend for a day.
Last night, I walked into the infamous Shay apartment, and I looked around for Carly and found Spencer instead. Our conversation went a little like this:
"Hey Sam! Comin to move in?" I wave my arms around and motion him to be quieter.
"No. Carly's across the hall, by the way. Trying to patch things up "
"I'll give you lotsa ham!"
I pause a few seconds. "Can I take it with me?"
"Uh. No," With this statement, he sticks his tongue out immaturely, "Come on Sam. You and Carly are friends again."
"For like a few hours."
"No."
"Does Carly know that you're leaving?" There it is.
"No. And you won't tell her I am."
"I won't? When are you planning on breaking it to her?"
"Soon."
That was a huge lie. You see; I don't plan on telling Carly. Nor do I plan on telling Fredward.
You see, I'm planning to just leave without a trace.
No one will no, except Spencer, Principal Franklin, and me.
As I enter the school building, I stop for just a second. School; it's the place I've grown to actually like over the years. Yeah, I could do without Briggs and Howard, but everyone else here is generally nice. They all adore our webshow, but don't treat us like celebrities. We're just teenagers here.
Will that change when I move?
As the thought flashes through my head I notice Carly walking towards me, and I shake it away.
We started talking, chit chatting, and then he comes strolling along and slides his arm around Carly's waist and kisses her on the cheek.
"Hi Carly." His voice, cold as ice as he notices my presence, yet doesn't acknowledge me.
"Freddie. Say hi." Carly's voice warns, eyebrows rose.
He feigns confusion, saying, "I already did."
You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.
"Excuse me, Freddie. My name's Sam. Once referred to as Princess Puckett by you. I believe we used to be friends? Oh, and I may have been your first kiss as well." I can't believe I just did that.
What the hell? Of course I did. I'm Sam Puckett, and I live for boldness.
In two nanoseconds, Freddie removed his suction from Carly and began walking away at a fast pace.
"I WAS TALKING TO YOU, BENSON!"
The hallway became silent, clearing a path in between he and I.
His head whipped around and that's finally when jaws started dropping.
Mine included.
"You. You demon," his eyes were narrowed and finger was pointing, "have NO RIGHT to talk to me. You try to ruin EVERYTHING I have going for me. Everything that makes me HAPPY! You try to ruin our friendship. You try to ruin iCarly. And you try and ruin my relationship. I'm going to be happy without you no matter what, DO YOU HEAR ME?"
At this point, he's standing right in front of me, screaming into my face. His hands were up, he was ready to fight if I said anything more.
I can hardly breathe.
If a few more seconds had passed, I would have lost it.
I would have had a panic attack. Bawled for the whole world to see. Lost the one thing that made me Sam Puckett: my strength.
A stray teacher pulled the both of us by our arms and escorted us into the principal's office.
Principal Ted Franklin did not seem too surprised to find me in his office.
What he wasn't expecting, however, was for Fredward Benson to be pushed in behind me.
The teacher handed Franklin a report of what happened and a list of witnesses; then after scurrying away without questions.
Franklin motions for us to sit his face scrunching up more and more with each line he read.
"What," He pauses, trying to phrase it correctly, "in the WORLD happened?"
Freddie leans back in his chair, arms crossed, as I'm sitting up straight, fighting the urge to bite my nails.
"It says here that the two of you were in a verbal dispute. Certain words here are quite… vulgar." I wince at that; Freddie stays unphased.
"Sam, did you provoke him?"
"What? Ted! I may have been in here for that reason many times, but I assure you that NONE of this is my fault." I scoff. Jeez, I'm being ballsy today. I guess being around Freddie brings the 'best' out of me.
"Ha. Yeah, right. Feed him lies." Freddie mutters, hardly audible.
"Excuse me?"
"You live to make my life HELL. I'm not putting up with it any more. Everyone can go ahead and whine about how the show's not going to be the same without you, but it'll be better."
"So that's what this is all about, huh? You're ticked that I wasn't jumping up and down, squealing and congratulating the two of you for your amazing accomplishment of keeping your relationship a secret from me?"
"NO. I'm pissed that you can't be happy for me ONCE in my life. You try and screw up everything good that's going on in my life. So get over it. I don't need your negativity clouding over me anymore. I love Carly. I love being the tech producer of iCarly. So i'll be fine without you being a part of my life. Actually," he pauses for a second, "I think I'll be much happier."
His smug look on his face wipes away all traces of hope in battling back I had.
Franklin doesn't know what to say or do now. He's gaping, surprised that two of his favorite students are acting like this.
"Sam. You know that I cannot punish you, your records are being transferred as we speak," I sink down a little, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Freddie cock his head a tiny bit, as if he finally realizes something's up.
"But Freddie. This is serious here. This covers grounds of verbal abuse and emotional attack."
"But she provoked me!"
Franklin sighs. He's never going to win this argument.
"Freddie, I have not witnessed this. There have been plenty of witnesses in this incident that will testify to the fact that you were screaming in Sam's face and showing signs that you were going to hit her." He shrugged. And I swear Franklin was about to have a heart attack. What happened to Ridgeway's golden boy?
"Alright Freddie… I don't fully understand what's going on between the two of you, but regardless, I have no choice but to issue detention to you for the next three days as a first incident."
Freddie throws her hands up, and throws his finger in my direction.
"What about her? What's her punishment?"
Franklin shakes his head. "As far as punishment goes, Sam is the victim here."
I force a smile and stand up, "Thanks, Ted. No principal will ever top you."
Freddie and I both walk out and I get a spur of the moment case of giving it all I've got.
"Freddie." As he walks away in the opposite direction, he stops. "It's okay. Come tomorrow, you won't ever have to worry about me, ever again."
So much for leaving without a trace.
And with that, I head out of Ridgeway High's doors for what seemed to be the last time in my life.
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& for the next chapter, I plan on writing in Freddie point of view. It may be a bit of a struggle, but I'm planning on getting it done over Christmas break, if not earlier.
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