A/N: A lot of people seemed to like the last chapter, which makes me really happy. I love that you all seem to enjoy the story. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, so I'm asking Santa for it for Christmas.

And please go listen to the song "iFall Harder Than I Punch" by argusfilks on Youtube. It's from Sam's point of view and it's all about her feelings for Freddie. Any Seddie shipper will absolutely love it. Trust me.

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This chapter is dedicated to HerLizzieBizzie, my BFFL, who reads all my stuff and has been waiting patiently for the new chapters! I'll be home in less than a week, so I'll be more consistent in updating. :D

Freddie's POV

It was only Homeroom, and already people aren't reacting well to Sam and me dating. Many thought we were lying for iCarly ratings; others made fun of Sam for constantly faking how she felt; most were just confused.

I can't blame them for wondering. We always claimed to hate each other, now suddenly we're dating. One theory was that she was paying me to date her so she could change her image. Another was that Sam was in prison and this was a robot I had made so she'd be mocked when she got back. But the worst theory of all was the one that the football players told me about.

I knew Sam had definitely grown up and earned the gazes of many guys at our school, but I wasn't aware of just how many. Apparently many idiots had claimed they'd hooked up with Sam, and even though all her friends knew it wasn't true, she had gained the reputation of being a bit of a slut. And she and I had always seemed to hate each other, but were now suddenly dating...

The worst theory was that she had fooled around with me as well to convince me to date her. When the football players asked me how she was and asked so many disgusting questions, I wanted to punch their lights out for ever saying such vile things about my girlfriend. But I knew if I did that, Sam would never stop asking questions, and I really wanted to keep her from hearing about it. She was upset already; I didn't want her to feel even more self-conscious, especially when it's for a rumor that's absolutely not true.

I just want the day to be over with, so Sam and I can go home and forget about this whole day.

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Sam's POV

It was a relief to get to lunch. I would get to see Freddie, plus I could get some food. And food and Freddie are my two favorite things.

I got a big tray of food and sat down at the table we usually sat at. I dove in and started eating, ignoring people who looked. This was my personal time, and nobody could deter me from eating away my annoyance.

Carly came over hesitantly and sat down across from me. "Hey, Sam," she said apprehensively, still wondering if I was mad.

"Carly, you can relax. You apologized enough this weekend," I said, shaking my head. I wasn't happy with the situation, but in a way, I had to admit she had a point. We had to face the whispers eventually, and we may as well just get it out of the way, no matter what a pain it may be.

"I know, I still feel bad, though," she replied solemnly, laying her sack lunch on the table. "I shouldn't have outed you guys."

"Well, there's nothing we can do. It happened. We'll just have to deal with it," I muttered, throwing another French fry in my bottomless hole of a mouth.

I suddenly felt an arm slide around my waist as Freddie sat down next to me. "Hello, ladies."

"I'm eating," I said unemotionally. I'll never know how he puts up with me, or, better yet, why he puts up with me.

Carly laughed and said hi to Freddie. I reached the tray beneath my food and realized I had run out. I pushed the empty tray away and tried to join the conversation Carly and Freddie were having. Gibby came over and joined us, sitting next to Carly. I noticed he sat closer to Carly than usual, but I didn't think too much into it.

When Brad came over to sit with us as well, I felt better. Even if two of them had caused this whole crappy day to happen, I felt better with all my friends around me. Especially since the staring had gotten worse throughout the day. Which reminded me...

I turned to Freddie and asked, "What did those football players say to you this morning?"

His face visibly became more serious. "It was nothing. Don't worry about it." He went to look away, but I grabbed his shoulder.

"No, I want to know. Freddie, tell me." I used his real name when I was serious, and he knew I wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

Brad suddenly interrupted. "What football players?"

I looked at our intern. "Some guys were talking to Freddie at his locker this morning and he suddenly called them perverts and slammed his locker closed and walked away. I don't know what happened, and I've been wondering all day what on earth they said."

Gibby scrunched up his face. "Was it the ones who made up the rumor about you?"

"Gibby!" Freddie screeched. "Shut up!"

My stomach fell. A rumor about me? That was never good. There was no way I wasn't finding out now. "No, Gibby, don't shut up. Tell me, what have they said?"

As he looked between me and Freddie confusedly, Carly put his arm around Gibby's shoulder. "Don't make Gibby pick sides. This is between you two." Gibby looked obviously happier when Carly touched him and stood up for him. Out of the corner of my eye, though, I saw Brad straighten up with jealousy. Was he mad Carly was being protective of Gibby? I couldn't think about that now, though.

I looked to my left and saw Wendy sitting at a table next to us with a few of her friends. If anyone knew about this rumor about me, it would be the Rumor Queen of our high school.

I got up without another word to my friends and went to ask her.

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Freddie's POV

Oh no. She was asking Wendy.

I tried to get Wendy's attention and cut her off, but she didn't seem to notice. I finally gave up and turned to Gibby. "You just had to say something, didn't you!"

Gibby looked really confused. "I didn't realize it was a huge secret. I thought she knew."

"Do you really think she would know that everyone thought she was a whore and just be okay with it? She's Sam, but she's not completely dead of all feelings!" I turned back to look at Sam and Wendy, just in time to see my girlfriend's jaw drop in horror. I couldn't here what they were saying, but I knew Sam was denying everything. Wendy shrugged and said one more thing before Sam stood up and came back over to us.

She grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She was about to walk away when she looked at us one last time and said, "So now I'm not just the girl who lied for years about crushing on a nub, but now I'm a whore who only convinced him to date me by blowing him in the closet in the AV room. Wow, this has really been a spectacular day." She walked away angrily and I quickly got up to follow her.

As she walked down the abandoned hallway toward the front doors, I called out to her, "Where are you going, Sam?"

She turned to me, close to tears. "I didn't want to come here today! I didn't want people to know! And it happened anyways! And I tried to deal with it and ignore what people said, but this is too much. So I'm leaving, and when people chill out a little in a few days, I'll come back and deal with them all. But right now, I just want to be left alone!" She slammed through the front doors and left the school, as I stood alone in the hallway, feeling worse than I had in awhile.

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Sam's POV

Out of habit, I went to Carly's house instead of mine. I stormed through the Shays' front door and threw myself on the couch. I screamed into the pillow on their couch, causing Spencer to come in from his room.

I heard him stop when he saw me on the couch. "Something wrong, kiddo?" he asked hesitantly. I screamed again into the pillow and I felt him pat my shoulder, trying to comfort me. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Spencer went to open it. I sat up in curiosity, and saw it was Freddie's mom.

"Hi, Spencer. The mailman accidentally put some of your mail in our mailbox," she explained as she handed it to him. She noticed me sitting behind him and looked at her watch. "Samantha. Skipping school, I see?"

I shrugged. "I just... had to get out of there."

She raised her eyebrows. "My one rule about you dating my Freddie-bear was that you can't be a bad influence on him, yet here you are, putting the idea of skipping in his head." She shook her own head, and turned back to her apartment. "I will be keeping this in mind," she called over her shoulder angrily before she closed her front door.

Spencer slowly turned to look at me. I snapped.

"WHY CAN'T EVERYONE JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" I screamed as I ran upstairs. I slammed Carly's door closed and locked it. I dove onto her bed, sobbing into the first pillow I found. It had officially been the worst day of my life.

A/N: Dramatic, I know. But I hope it wasn't too bad.

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