A/N: I again apologize for the lack of excitement lately in the story, but it was leading up to the next chapters, starting with this one, so I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: iCarly is still not mine, but if anybody owns it and is willing to sell it to me, I'm totally interested.
Sam's POV
The way I felt walking to school can not be described in one word. Scared. Anxious. Angry. Excited (slightly).
I'm not a very public person, which seems weird, I know, but it's true. I'm especially shy about my relationships since I don't exactly have the best track record. I didn't know what I was walking into as I went to school, but I was terrified.
Thankfully, I could enter the school with the most perfect person alive. Freddie and I met at Groovy Smoothie and walked to school together hand in hand. (I hope) I can handle anything with him.
As we walked down the sidewalk in front of the school, we saw people standing outside notice us. Some girls giggled as we walked by, while other groups just pointed. Some guys raised eyebrows and nudged their friends in question. I felt Freddie squeeze my hand, then let it go and wrap that arm around my shoulders. The love that spread through me wasn't enough to help me completely ignore the people around us.
We walked through the doors and found ourselves in the main hallway. The hallway had been buzzing with people talking, but it became noticeably quieter when we entered. I just put my head down and kept walking. I'm sure Freddie just smiled and acted like nothing was different, but I wasn't brave enough to do that.
He walked me to my locker, then left to go to his own. As I grabbed my books, I noticed a group of girls out of the corner of my eye, very clearly staring at me. I peeked over at them and accidentally made eye contact with the brunette girl in the center that the girls around her seemed to be consoling. I quickly looked away and closed my locker, walking off towards Freddie. I hear him talking to three football players. I didn't think Freddie was friends with them, which is why it surprised me that he was talking to them.
Freddie suddenly said rather loudly, "No, you perverts! Get away from me!" He slammed his locker shut, and upon noticing me, he grabbed my hand and we walked off—in the direction of the girl who had been staring at me.
I politely nod and smile, hoping all is well. But if looks could really kill, then I'd be dead right now. The girl shot me the dirtiest look I had ever seen, and all of her Barbie doll cronies glared at me as well. I pulled Freddie closer to me and walked past, trying to control my temper.
I look up at my boyfriend, only to see him shaking his head. "What's the matter?" I ask, concerned.
He was apprehensive to answer, but he finally said, "That's Michelle... she kind of asked me out twice a week all last school year and couldn't understand why I said no every time, and now I'm dating you and she's probably just jealous."
I shook my head. Of course I'd be stuck in the fire of other girls in love with Freddie. I forgot that the nub had a surprisingly large fan base and that's one more thing I'll have to deal with.
He noticed my discomfort and kissed my cheek. "I'm with you, and I only want to be with you." He let go of me as we approached my homeroom. "I'll see you later," he said happily, hoping to lift my spirits.
I smiled, but one more thing was on my mind. "What did were those football players saying to you?"
His smile dropped and said, "You really don't want to know." He then walked off to his own homeroom down the hall. I shook my head and entered my classroom. I'd be sure to bother him more about it later.
Everyone in my homeroom looked at me as I came in. There were a number of mixed reactions. Some waved, some rolled their eyes, and some laughed. I just sat down quickly and tried to ignore them. I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to find Wendy. "Hey Wendy," I greeted without enthusiasm. What did she want?
She smirked deviously and asked, "So all those times you teased Freddie and annoyed him to no end, it was really all a cover-up?"
I looked at the people sitting around us, eavesdropping, waiting for my answer. I closed my eyes and solemnly answered, "Yeah, I guess you could say that..."
"So what else about you is as fake as your attitude?" asked Megan, who was sitting next to Wendy. She and some of her buddies giggled.
I rolled my eyes. I was not going to put up with this today. "I don't know, but I know nothing on me is as fake as your boobs and nose," I said back with my usual snarky attitude. I turned back around and put my PearPhone's earpieces in my ear. The best way to ignore the world is to get away from it for awhile.