Chapter 5
Wendy's POV
I saw Clarice coming back to us, which meant my plan had worked. Carly, Freddie and Sam had complete trust in her.
"I did it!" Clarice exclaimed.
"Shut up!" I whispered fiercely. Clarice shut up. "We need this to look like the conversation you had with them, but with me. Let's go,"
"Hi, Wendy!" Clarice said brightly.
"What do you want," I said in the loudest voice I could make without making it look fake.
"I just wanted to say, I'm REALLY sorry," Clarice said in a clearly fake sad voice. I quickly looked over to Freddie's table. They were watching intently.
I turned back to Clarice. "Sure, you are," I said in a dead voice.
"Yeah, SURE!" Marilyn piped up.
"Shut up," I told her. She shut up.
"I am, really! Why don't you tell me ALL about your plan to destroy Carly?" Clarice asked.
"SURE!" I said in a medium-loud voice.
"Okay, so tell them that I, umm, am going to ruin Carly's dance dress or something like that," I whispered into her ear.
Clarice flounced off toward their table. I saw Carly nodding, Freddie grinning, and Sam eating a Non-fat Fat Cake. I saw Clarice getting information. Good girl.
She came back and told me that
Sam likes Fat Cakes
Carly likes liking a guy
Freddie likes Carly.
"You doof!" I whispered into her ear. "I already know that stuff about them!"
"Sorry!" Clarice said sheepishly.
"You've let me down about, like, 20 times already. Who told you that you could put Carly in a headlock? If it wasn't for you, Freddie would've believed me!" I whispered fiercely.
"Sorry!" she said again.
"Saying sorry can't make up for it. Go away," I said, pushing her.
"But I'm your friend!" Clarice persisted.
"You WERE my friend. You can hang out with those iCarly idiots, Carly and Sam."
Clarice stared at me, and then said, "You rat! You're just doing this because I put Carly in a headlock? YOU told me to do that! YOU told me to find out things about iCarly! You didn't say anything specific, or else I would've done it exactly like you told me! You don't even care about me, or Janelle and Marilyn. You're just using us to get to Freddie! Has it even occurred to you that maybe WE kind of like Freddie, too? It's not all about you, you know!" Clarice said angrily.
I looked at her with a bored expression, then asked, "Are you done?"
Clarice huffed, then stormed away to the iCarly trio.
I looked over at Janelle and Marilyn, who were staring at me, waiting for some sort of direction. They were my TRUE friends.
"Okay, you guys. Remember I told Clarice to get info on them?" I asked.
They nodded.
"Then do the same thing. Don't ASK them, but spy on them or something,"
Janelle twirled a strand of her black hair, and said, "Do we start now?"
"Yeah, I think so," Marilyn whispered.
I gave them a look, and they rushed off to another table closer to Carly, Sam, Freddie and Clarice. Wait, hold up. Clarice? No, no, no. I guess Clarice thought go away, meant go to another side. Was she plotting against me?
Clarice's POV
Finally, the truth. Wendy was using me. That Wendy. And I thought that she was my friend… I hated her. How come Janelle and Marilyn can't see that Wendy is an evil person?
I sat down at the iCarly table. Carly looked at me skeptically.
"You guys, Wendy tried to get me to turn me against you. Again," I told them truthfully. Now I was talking to the iCarly team, without Wendy. I was on their side.
"She WHAT!" Carly shrieked.
"Yeah, she tried to get me to spy on you guys, and find out things about Freddie and other stuff like that," I said.
"That is just messed up. Wendy has a messed mind," Sam said slowly.
"You're messed up!" Freddie told Sam.
The next five minutes consisted of Sam hitting Freddie, and Carly and me pulling Sam off of him.
I couldn't believe this was happening. Me and Carly, working together.
Wendy would've been furious.
"We need to get her back,' Carly said.
"How? She has ways," I contributed.
"Well, I have an iron first, and a butter sock," Sam countered.
"Yeah! Freddie has technology, Carly can act well, Sam can hit well, and I have known Wendy since the 3rd grade! I bet all of that beats Wendy's "ways"." I said.
Okay, now I was surprised. I was leading in the downfall of Wendy? No way.
"Well, the only reason she likes Freddie is that he smells good, right?" Sam asked.
"She kinda liked Freddie before that, though. But, yeah, it's partly of his smell," I said.
"So, Freddie has to stop wearing the… umm," Carly hesitated.
"Cologne," Freddie answered.
"Yeah… that," Carly said.
"So, try not wearing it for a while," Sam said.
"Wendy liked Freddie before, and she's mad that he refused to take her to the dance, and picked Carly,"
Carly gave Freddie a look. I guess Freddie hadn't told Carly that he was going out with her. But they DID look good together. Carly and Freddie, Freddie and Carly. That's much better than Wendy and Freddie.
Sam leaned in toward me. "They like each other, my best friend and nubhead over there," she whispered. I looked over toward them. They were laughing, and Carly was slightly sitting on his lap. Freddie had casually wrapped his arms around her, and Carly didn't seem to notice. They were already together and they didn't even know it.
"Do you want them to be together?" I asked quietly.
"As long as it stops Freddie whining, 'Carly, Sam punched me' and 'I'm desperate and lonely'" Sam anwered.
"I can help you get them together, you know," I answered.
"Great! And weird coincidence, they are together on a project for English," Sam answered.
"The romance play one?" I asked. "From Ms. Hathaway?" I had her, too, but in a different period.
"That's the one," Sam said.
"That's perfect!" I exclaimed. I looked over to Carly and Freddie, who were unofficially a couple. They were smiling a lot, and if I didn't know them, I would've guessed they were already a 2-year couple.
"I dub them… Creddie." I said. (I thought it would be funny if Clarice made the word "Creddie" in this fanfic. Yeah… )
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
"They are a couple. And in tabloids, they put the two people's names together, for a couple name!" (I also thought Clarice should read things like Tiger Beat and Popstar magazine, ya know?)
"Okaaay… but we how do we get them together?"
"Don't worry," I said. "I have a plan."