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"What Gibby? Your locker filled with with cheese or something?" Sam asked meanly. Carly glared at her friend.
"Sam!" she exclaimed.
"What?" Sam asked, shrugging. It wasn't like Sam remotely cared about Gibby's upset behavior. Freddie rolled his eyes. She never truly changes, does she? Freddie turned to the panicked boy.
"What's wrong Gibby?" Freddie asked calmly. Whatever it was, it couldn't be that bad, right? Gibby gestured to them frantically.
"Just come! I'll show you! And it's bad, so bad," Gibby said. Sam got up, tossing her finished apple core on the ground.
"Whatever it is, I didn't do it," she said. Gibby gestured once more before the three followed him, confused. What could be so horrifying that got Gibby scared, Freddie wondered as he walked behind Gibby, beside Carly and Sam. This morning was bad enough, getting detention for punching a stupid eleventh grader in the eye for saying what he said. Gibby led them around the corner...and Freddie immediately knew why. One the wall next to Freddie's locker was a gigantic poster of a picture of Freddie in eighth grade, before he hit puberty, with an X centered on his lips and big words above that said, "Kissless Benson". Smaller words formed at the end of the poster saying, "See the geek who's never been kissed every Wednesday night at 8:00pm on iCarly".
Laughter floated all around the hall. Freddie gaped, surprised and embarrassed, as was Sam and Carly.
"Well, at least we have publicity for iCarly," Carly said after a minute's silence. Nobody said anything, however. Freddie just kep staring at the poster above him. Who would do such a thing? He knew it, he shouldn't have come today. He knew someone would still tease him. He knew somebody would be dumb enough to not listen to Sam to leave him alone. If only he had stayed at home one extra day.
"WHO DID THIS?!" Sam yelled out to the audience around them, outraged. Nobody answered, not even Gibby. Freddie didn't know why Sam, of all people, was angry. The poster was making fun of him, and him alone. Things really do change in an instant, he thought. Or maybe she was made someone didn't listen to her. But she did actually defend him this morning, and was angry about something meant to anger himself. So, Freddie thought, she might actually care about me. If this happened a month ago, she wouldn't defend him, and if she did, it would have been shocking. But now, ever since last week when she blurted his secret out on iCarly, he wasn't as shocked, just weirded out.
He meant what he said yesterday, her not torturing him would be weird. But the non-torturing, if something else happened (Freddie would not think about what could possibly happen), he'd appreciate it too.
"Freddie, are you ok?" Carly asked him startling him from his thoughts. Freddie gulped and nodded, not wanting to stare at the poster for another minute.
"Uh, yeah, fine," he mumbled. Carly and Sam knew this was a lie. Carly just tugged his arm softly.
"Let's go," she told him. He made no move to go, wanting to rip the poster off the wall. Before he could though, someone else violently threw the poster off the wall, ripping it into pieces then tossing it in the garbage.
"Nothing to see here now, move along, unless you want to face my wrath!" Sam yelled. People started moving quickly, Sam, keeping a tight grip on Gibby, turned to Freddie.
"Uh, thanks for ripping the poster off the wall," Freddie said gratefully. He didn't think he could take it much longer.
"Well, Gibby, did you see who posted the poster up?" Sam asked, turning back to Gibby.
"No, I swear! I just saw someone run away as I saw the poster! I think it was a guy! I didn't see him clearly! I swear!" Gibby said quickly.
"Let go of him Sam," Carly said. Sam obliged.
"Go look for any more posters or flyers or whatever. If you find any, rip them up and throw them in the garbage immediately. Now get lost," Sam said, shoving him away. Gibby ran off quickly as Carly smiled softly.
"Wow Sam, I didn't think you'd actually do that...protect Freddie like that I mean," Carly noted. Sam shrugged.
"Well, I kinda owe him after the...incident," Sam said, her voice dying off at the last bit. Freddie knew Sam was thinking about the kiss. Who wouldn't? It was awesome! Freddie stayed dead still, thinking of who could possibly do that? Didn't they watch iCarly last night? Didn't they hear of what happened this morning? Whoever it was, this person was just plain stupid. Sam would figure out who did this, and would punch the living daylights out of him. She was just so strong and tough, no matter what. That's what Freddie...admired about Sam. He sighed silently. Romance was confusing.
"Freddie? Come on, let's go back to the cafeteria," Carly said, pulling on his arm a bit. He pulled himself back to reality and gave a small smile.
"Ok," he said, even though he just wanted to go back home. Sam somehow sensed what he was thinking and tugged his arm.
"No hiding Fredward. You've hid for long enough. Show everyone you don't care what they think. Show them the real, strong Freddie Benson," Sam said. Carly nodded.
"Yeah, march into that cafeteria with your head held up high, be brave. We'll be with you every step of the way, I promise," Carly added. Freddie smiled.
"Thanks guys. You're right," he said. Carly smiled as did Sam. Freddie knew they were right. They would always stick by him, always. He knew that. AND he had to hold his head up high and keep going. Besides, many people older than him haven't gotten their first kiss. Why should he care?
"So, let's go finish eating. I'm still starving!" Sam exclaimed. Carly gave a small laugh, as Freddie smiled. Same old Sam, eating more important than schoolwork. Freddie nodded as the three made their way back to the cafeteria.
The end of the schoolday finally arrived, luckily without any more mishaps. Carly waved goodbye to her friends as she made her way home. Freddie and Sam started walking to the detention room together. It was still incredibly awkward. Freddie had no clue what to say to the blonde aggresive (yet awesome kisser) girl, for once. He didn't really want to talk to her. If so, they'd have to talk about the...kiss and their...feelings, and he knew Sam would rather give her meat to the homeless than to talk about feelings. Especially with Freddie himself.
So the two stayed silent, walking far apart from each other. Once they reached the detention room, they found Mr. Howard AND Miss. Briggs there with a few other students, including Ripoff Rodney and Rona the Disgusting (or so Freddie liked to call her). Freddie took a seat at the front, setting his backpack down, as Sam (of course) sat at the very back near the window. Freddie wondered why both mean and awful teachers were in the room. He really hoped they both wouldn't be watching them.
Freddie sighed as he watched Gibby himself come into the room, sitting beside Freddie. He contemplated whether to question why the boy was here, but Mr. Howard spoke before he could.
"Now all of you are here because you are bad people, breaking our own school rules in your own way and you are being punished. I expect complete silence. Fortunately for you, I have a doctor's appointment and I'll be leaving in ten minutes. After that, Francine Briggs here will be taking over. So, no talking you hooligans!" Mr. Howard said. Miss. Briggs settled down on the chair. Mr. Howard grabbed a chair and settled it next to Miss. Briggs, the two staring at them like hawks. He saw some of the students lazily get out stuff from their bags, so he decided to do his math homework. He shouldn't even be in here. It was that stupid eleventh grader's fault! If he hadn't come with his friends to insult him, Sam and even Carly, he wouldn't be here.
He started doing his problems. He was just on question 6 when Mr. Howard got up.
"Behave for Miss. Briggs students. I'll see you lousy people tomorrow for detention, most likely," he said before he left. Miss. Briggs was in the room now. She was even worse than Mr. Howard because she never left the room. Freddie silently groaned as he continued working on question 6. Suddenly, he heard someone's cell phone go off. Miss. Briggs' cellphone. I mean, seriously. Who would dare have their ringtone as pipebags?
"Briggs? Yes? What?! My car's being towed? I'll be right there!" Miss. Briggs said before hanging up. She stood up,grabbing her coat.
"I'll be back students," Miss. Briggs said before rushing out the door. Once she was gone, Freddie caught a glimpse of Sam standing up, closing her cellphone.
"What are you doing?" Freddie asked curiously as she grabbed her stuff and made her way to the front.
"I'm getting out of here before Briggs comes back, finding out her car is safely in the lot," Sam answered. On cue, several of the students, excluding Gibby and Freddie, got up and hurried out the door.
"But- you can't leave! You'll get in more trouble!" Freddie exclaimed. Sam narrowed her eyebrows, deep in thought. Then she shrugged.
"Whatever. Do you wanna come?" she asked kindly. Freddie looked taken aback. Sam was asking him if he wanted to break the rules? To sneak out of detention? But most shocking, she was actually inviting him to get out of here? With her? Well, not technically but still. She'd never ask him this. Freddie shook his head.
"No, I can't! We'll get in more trouble than we're already in," Freddie protested. Sam rolled her eyes. He expected her to say 'Whatever' and just walk out. But what she said was unexpected in so many ways. It still sounded like herself, but he didn't expect her to say it.
"Oh come on Benson. You know you don't want to be in here with Gibby. Just get out of here, be dangerous and risk taking for once. What's one more week of detention?" Sam asked. Freddie thought, gaped. Well, he didn't want to get in more trouble, but he certainly didn't want to be the only one here. He noticed Gibby already packed up and leaving.
"I'm so outta here! I was framed for being in here! Framed! Bye Freddie," he said quickly before zooming out. Sam smirked at him, but it was a nice sorta smirk, not the usual mean kind.
"So what do ya say Benson? The only one in here? Take the offer or leave it. Your choice...and act fast. Briggs'll be here in about 2 minutes," Sam said. Freddie thought about it for a minute more before stuffing his stuff in his bag and standing up, shocking Sam herself. He had to take the risk, he didn't want to be in here any more than the others did.
"Let's go," he said confidentally to the still shocked Sam.
Ok, so I'm leaving it off like that. So Freddie's actually sneaking out of detention with Sam. I hope you liked this. Next chapter, will hopefully be out soon. Tell me what you thought of this chapter, maybe what you'd like to see next chapter. I hope you enjoyed, and don't worry, Sam and Freddie will get together soon enough in the story. I just wished they'd get together soon in the actual show. Haha, well, thanks for reading guys!