A/N: Hey all I know some people thought Carly was being a right cow to Freddie at the end of the last chapter, but I was trying to show how when Carly wants something, she has to get it or else there will be hell to play. Examples are in iLook Alike when she yells at Spencer for not letting her go to the fight, and in iSaved Your Life when she is yelling at Sam and Spencer to give her the blow-tubes. Also, my chapters do appear to be getting smaller and smaller word-wise. I'll try not to keep that up. I promise a long shiny new chapter in the coming weeks. Anyways, on with a chapter from Sam!

I sat patiently, playing with my hair. Carly had been in Spencer's room for a while now. All she had to do was ask him to take me home, and then walk out. I sighed, just as Spencer ran… sort of… from his room, calling my name. You couldn't really call his movement running. It was sort of like hopping, but skipping at the same time, and it also looked like he was really high on something.

"Hey Sam, Sam, Sam!" he yelled at me. Why? I was three feet away from him!

"What, what, what?" I yelled back.

"Carly said you asked her to ask me to take you home!"

"Umm… yeah..." Maybe he was high on something.

"Then let's go!" he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me out the door. Suddenly his face changed.

"Hey, Spence, something wrong?" I asked.

"Sam, can we…can we talk?" his expression was somber. Ha, Somber Spencer. That rhymed… I think…

"Umm, sure, about what?" I leaned against the wall, trying to look casual.

"It's about Freddie." He looked at his shoes. "Freddie told me that-"

"First Carly, and now you?" I banged my fist on the wall. "I am not having this conversation!"

"Sam, we have to talk about this. Do you want me to talk to Freddie instead?" He was trying to calm me down, I could tell.

"Don't you dare talk to him, Spencer Shay, or I'll have you on your butt faster than you can say fatcake!" I threatened.

"Sam, please, I promised… Carly… I would." I could tell he was lying.

"NO!" I shrieked. "I don't want to talk about Freddie! I don't want to talk about anything! I want to go home!"

"Sam!" he put his hands on my shoulders, trying to restrain me.

"No! I will not! Will not ever talk about that… that… augh!" I stormed down the hallway. I heard a door closing. Spencer had given up. Spencer didn't give up unless he had a good reason. Guilt washed over me. It was weird, I didn't usually feel… guilty. In fact, I never did. I felt guilty because I made Spencer feel bad. If I kept this up, I won't have any friends. Oh well, who cares. I can still throw balloons filled with mayonnaise at Miss Briggs car, right? Except who would take the blame for me? Not Carly, or Wendy, or Gibby, or Rebecca Berkowitz. Not even that stupid Frednub in apartment 8-D. I sighed, and turned around too quickly to run back into the Shay apartment to apologize. My heart skipped a beat and I screamed as I slipped over my untied shoelaces and down the stairs to whatever-the-hell-was-down-there.

But I didn't care. Who even cared anymore? What was caring anyway?

'Give it up, Sam. Nobody cares for you anymore, and it's all your fault.' My conscience told me. I closed my eyes as I continued to fall.