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Sam, Freddie and Carly walked into the school. So far so good. I guess they all got my message on iCarly last night, Sam thought. Sam forced herself to pay attention all throughout the car ride, she was thinking. Thinking about what the heck she was doing, obsessing about a stupid kiss. I mean, it's not like she enjoyed it...right? Ha, yeah right, Sam thought miserably beside Carly. She did enjoy the kiss, and now she had to avoid Freddie because if he found out, he'd probably tease her. They both did agree to go back to hating each other, and it would be hard, but she'd do her best to do exactly that. Well, maybe she'd tease him a little bit less. But just a little bit. Yeah, good plan, Sam thought as they opened the doors to Ridgeway High.
"So far, so good," Carly said perkily as the three made it to Carly and Sam's lockers. Freddie stayed with them, looking around nervously. People were, thankfully, walking by, ignoring Freddie. Sam's message must have sunk into them. Sam watched Freddie sag his shoulders, totally relieved. Sam grabbed her books, letting her mind wander to the good old days, when she teased and bullied Freddie, and other people as well. Before this stupid....first kiss thing ever happened. And Sam actually felt at peace, and normal. She grabbed her package of ham before she heard three guy voices.
"Hey Benson," one guy called. All three of them turned, Sam looking at them. They were most likely eleventh grade boys, all tall and muscular. If Sam wasn't so angry, she would have thought they were hot.
"Yeah, 'sup Benson?" the second guy laughed. Freddie just looked at them, glaring, though Sam could see he was scared they would tease him.
"What do you want?" Freddie asked.
"Well, we watched iCarly last night. Let me tell you, we're shocked Puckett here hasn't gotten her first kiss. But we're not so surprised you haven't gotten your first kiss," the third guy laughed. Freddie just stood there, frozen solid. Sam clenched her fists. What the heck? These guys were still making fun of Freddie after what she said last night? Oh come on! Sam was definately getting pissed off. They were annoying her.
"Yeah, I mean, you're such a geek, with your techie stuff. And come on, you aren't even that good looking for a measly ninth grader. You're so scrawny and small. Jake Crandall is better looking than you!" the second guy continued. Sam bit her lip angrily. One more comment out of these freaks mouths and they're going to wish they never came over here.
"Yeah, I mean, Puckett's pretty hot, that's why we're surprised. I bet you'll have to pay someone to give you your first kiss! Or bribe someone to!" the first guy said, laughing and hitting his friends' backs. That was it. Freddie looked embarassed and ready to leave. Carly bit her lip.
"Let's go," she whispered to Freddie and Sam. Sam, however, was angry. She stepped in front of Carly and Freddie, in front of the guys. She threw her books to the side.
"Are you trying to anger me to death? Did you not hear what I said on iCarly last night or were you too busy scraping crud out of each other's ears? Leave Freddie alone! Leave us all alone! Have you ever gotten your first kisses?" Sam asked angrily. The three guys nodded.
"Totally," they said, laughing.
"Oh when, last week? Back off, or face the consequences. And if you ever call me hot again, you three will seriously get it," Sam threatened. The first guy laughed.
"Oh come on, you're a ninth grader, smaller and weaker than us. We're football players after all, what are you gonna do?" he asked. Sam clenched her fist angrily. Carly grabbed her arm.
"It's not worth it Sam, come on," Carly pleaded. Sam stared them all down for a few more seconds, before turning away.
"Fine," she muttered angrily going to pick up her books. The second guy whistled.
"Nice ass," he muttered to his friends. The third guy laughed.
"Yeah, Benson must be lucky to be friends with two hot ninth graders. Usually, geeks are loners!" he said. That was it, the final straw. Sam dropped the books, yelling, and turning, punching the first guy in the nose. He fell down. Sam shoved the second guy onto the first and started beating the third guy up. All three cried out with pain as they tried to get away.
"I told you-not-to call-me-HOT! I told you-to-leave-Freddie-alone! Don't you listen?!" Sam cried as she punched the three guys. Everyone around them stood, watching, amazed a small tiny girl could beat up all three guys at one time. Finally, someone started tugging on Sam's arm. She was so into punching the three guys repeatedly she didn't see who it was and shoved the person back hard. The person came back, wrapping his arms around Sam's stomach and pulling her back from the guys. She kept resisting.
"Let go of me! I have to teach them a lesson!" Sam started yelling as a teacher came around the corner. Sam stopped resisting, but looked pissed off. The person stopped holding her back.
"Samantha Puckett, in the principal's office now! Someone help these boys to the nurses office!" Miss. Briggs yelled. Sam grimaced as she grabbed her stuff, turning to see who was pulling her back. To her surprise, it was Freddie standing there, looking a little nervous, but also angry, glaring at the three boys who were being helped up by some kids. Sam grumbled as she picked up her stuff, letting her eyes wander away from Freddie's angry face (it's weird, cause Sam's never seen Freddie angry).
She took one last look at Carly, who looked shocked and surprised, then stalked toward the prinicpal's office.
"Yeah, here to see old Franklin," Sam told the awaiting, yet not shocked secretary.
"Have a seat Miss. Puckett. Prinicpal Franklin will be out in a few minutes," the secretary said. Sam nodded toward her as she sat on one of the plastic chairs. She didn't know why she got so angry. I mean, yeah, she was angry about the comments directed at her? But the comments about Freddie? She should have let him deal with it. Maybe because she felt responisble for all of this, and wanted to make it up to him. Maybe because she was still his friend, and needed to protect him. But obviously there was another reason, a reason she would not open up. Not for anything.
The door opening startled her as she turned to see the boy who she shared her first kiss with, standing there, looking sheepish.
"I'm, uh, here to see Prinicpal Franklin," he said. Sam then noticed the red fist he had. Sam frowned. Did he actually get into a fight or something? No way.
"Have a seat Mr. Benson," the secretary said, shocked. Freddie nodded, taking a seat next to Sam, fidgeting. It was silent for a few moments before the secretary got up.
"I'll be back in five minutes. Behave and stay here," she warned before walking out. Sam knew she had to say something. If she wanted to continue hating him, she had to say something mean, or anything really. She hadn't talked to him since, after all. So, she took her chance, no matter what would happen.
"So, Fredward, why are you here?" she asked. Hmm, simple yet something she would say before this mess. Freddie grimaced as he looked at his red hand.
"I punched the second guy, you know, the one that said you had a nice- well, you know," Freddie said, looking a little sheepish. Sam actually looked shocked.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because he said something about you- he said if you weren't so persistant he'd-well, kiss you and stuff, so he could be your..first," Freddie admitted. Sam sighed, clenching her fist once again.
"When I find that guy again, I swear-" Sam started before Freddie settled his hand onto Sam's clenched one to calm her down. She looked at him, surprised, letting her hand relax. Why was it so hard to hate Freddie all of a sudden? Just because of yesterday didn't mean anything. She did NOT like the kiss, and she did NOT like Freddie. No way. But his hands around her waist and stomach was weirdly comforting.
"Sam, calm down," he said softly. Sam breathed angrily.
"Fine," she said. It was silent for a few more minutes, Sam clueless on what to say next. Finally, Freddie spoke.
"Why'd you stick up for me?" he asked. Sam frowned.
"What do you mean?" she asked. Freddie sighed as he put his hand back into his own lap.
"Why'd you stick up for me? Why'd you punch those guys after they said all those stuff about me," Freddie asked. Sam thought for a moment. Then she spoke.
"I didn't just stick up for you. I stuck up for me, and also Carly. They were saying all those things about me and I didn't like it one bit," she said. Freddie shook his head.
"You also stuck up for me Sam. Why?" he asked. Sam grimaced, knowing it was going to come eventually. After a minute's silence, of her fidgeting, she answered.
"Well even though I..hate you, you're still my friend, and I'm the only one that's allowed to make fun of you. And I just thought I... would stick up for you since you weren't going to do it yourself," Sam said. Freddie smiled. Well, she tried. It was almost the truth. It was the closest of an explanation she was going to tell. And somehow she knew Freddie knew the real reason why, deep down inside. Because the kiss changed their relationship, and now Sam felt obliged to stick up for Freddie whenever possible, since firstly, she was his friend, she felt like she owed him, and also she may possibly like him.
"Well, thanks," Freddie said. Sam smiled back as she looked down at the floor, awkward.
"Wait, why'd you stick up for me?" Sam asked suddenly, looking up. Freddie looked at her startled.
"Um, well, because, that guy was pissing me off, and him saying that really got me angry. Because he's totally wrong, he wouldn't be..your first kiss anyways," Freddie added, smiling. Sam smiled too awkwardly. They would have to talk about it, wouldn't they.
"You actually defended me?" she asked astonished.
"Yeah, I mean, I'm not going to let my best friend get abused by some guy, right?" Freddie asked, then covering his mouth. Sam gaped. His best friend? Wow, she didn't think about it that way, but she really was his best friend. Sam smiled.
"Well, thanks. But I can totally take care of myself," Sam said.
"Yeah, I could clearly see that," Freddie said. The two started to laugh, remembering the looks on the three guys' faces, fearful and scared. It was really starting to feel like how it was before, sort of. Without the teasing of course. Suddenly the secretary came back. The two stopped laughing and looked at the floor solemnly, like they hadn't done anything. Once the secretary went back to her seat, the two looked at each other and started silently giggling.
"Samantha Puckett," the secretary said as she put down her phone, gesturing to the principal's office. Sam grimaced, looking at Freddie.
"Here I go," she said, standing up.
"You'll be fine Sam. You'll get off easy. You always do," Freddie joked. Sam smiled.
"Thanks," she said before stepping into his office.
"Sam, you got three weeks detention? Freddie, you got one? Wow," Carly said as they sat at the lunch table, eating. Sam nodded.
"Yup, not that bad I must say. Old Man Franklin got me off easy," she said, giving a quick look to Freddie. He was right. She did get off easy.
"Yeah, but I got detention all week with Mr. Howard," Freddie said grimacing. Sam grimaced.
"Better than Briggs," Sam pointed out. Freddie laughed.
"True," he said. Sam laughed as well, Carly noting this.
"Wow, you guys are actually not fighting with each other. What's going on?" she asked. Sam and Freddie gave each other quick looks, hoping Carly wouldn't figure it out. Why was Sam getting along with Freddie? This shouldn't be happening? Sam grimaced as she stuffed meat in her mouth.
Before Freddie could lie to Carly, Gibby came running into the cafeteria.
"You guys have to see this! Hurry!" Gibby told the three frantically.
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