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"Wait…what happened?"

"Some underclassman asked Sam to the prom!"

Freddie stood there, doing his best to look astonished. He had already knew it was going to happen, but Carly didn't know that. They stood by the water fountain; Freddie was just getting a quick drink when Carly had come to fill him in on what took place, only a short time ago. "So who was he?" Carly just shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know. He never gave a name," she replied. Freddie was mentally slapping himself.

Tim, you idiot! Why didn't you tell them your name? He just gave Carly a sympathetic look. "What did Sam say? Did she say yes?" he asked, with a bit of anticipation in his voice. Carly just gave him an odd look, but shook her head.

"No…she turned him down." Freddie hung his head.

"Dang it," he muttered.

"Did you say something, Freddie?" Carly asked. Freddie quickly snapped his head back up, Carly once more looking at her tech friend suspiciously.

"Uhh…yeah! I just said that…dang it…Sam turned him down and probably won't go now," he lied. He wasn't sure if Carly would buy it, but it was better than trying to deny he said anything at all. Carly just shrugged her shoulders.

"Well…I want her to be there, 'cause I thought maybe we'd get some shots for the next iCarly after the prom. Hmm…well…maybe you should ask her?" Carly suggested again. Freddie shook his head quickly.

"No! I'm still holding out hope that some girl who isn't named Sam Puckett will agree to go with me!"

"Oh, please Freddie? Won't you just consider it?" But again, Freddie shook his head.

"No! Why would I want to go with a girl who tormented me for as long as I've known her? All she's ever done is pick on me, call me names, beat on me…let's not forget when she changed my grades in order to get out of paying me back my forty bucks!" Freddie stood firm in his plan. "I'm sorry, Carly. But you're just going to have to face facts! I'm not going with Sam!" He turned from her and walked up the stairs of their school, leaving Carly by herself.

"…I need to figure out a way to make sure both Sam and Freddie are there!" And with that, she went off to her next class.

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Later that day…

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Sam just walked out of her History class, a yawn escaping her mouth. Ahh…nothing like a good nap! What was up with that loser asking me to the prom? I bet Carly put him up to that! She just shook her head as she walked past a few other classmates and towards her locker. However, what was awaiting her arrival made her frown. There, standing by her locker, was Tim. He smiled as he saw her approach.

"Hello, beautiful!" he greeted, flashing a smile. She just rolled her eyes.

"Ugh…save it for some cheerleader, loser! Now move! You're in my way!" He merely stepped to the side, allowing her access to her locker. "Good…you follow directions well," she muttered to him. He just grinned at her in response. "…What're you smiling about?"

"Nothing! Just…enjoying the moment with good company," he replied. He was still smiling - far more than any natural being should.

He smiles a lot, like Carly! This definitely has Carly's handiwork all over it! she thought to herself. She slammed her locker closed and turned to Tim. "Look," she began with a sigh, "I'm sure you're a nice guy. I'm sure you're really interested in taking me to the prom…but listen, Carly put you up to this and you don't need to do it, just because Carly wants me and the nub there with her."

"…Sam, your friend Carly didn't put me up to this," Tim replied. Sam's eyes went wide; she couldn't believe what she just heard.

"Carly…didn't put you up to this?" Tim just shook his head.

"No…I want to ask you! So…what do you say?"

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"So…Meg? What do you say?" Freddie had rushed to his English class quickly. Not to avoid being late, oh no. But to ask Meg Smith to the prom. Unfortunately, he had to settle for waiting to ask after class. She stood there, honestly mulling it over for a moment or two before giving him an answer.

"No! I don't date people like you!" she shot back at him, then turned and walked out of the classroom. Freddie was stunned and confused.

"What do you mean, 'you don't date people like me'? What did I do?" He couldn't understand it. So far, every girl he's asked to the prom all shot him down. But it wasn't that they shot him down that bothered him. Well…it did, but that wasn't what was eating at him as much as what was on his mind.

It was their reasons for turning him down.

So far, he had already been told that he was a jerk, a sleaze ball, someone they wouldn't even go with out of pity and his personal favorite - not even if they were that desperate! He just scratched his head, trying his best to figure it out. Why are they all turning me down? I just don't get it! He walked out of the classroom, not really paying any attention to the scenes around him. I spent years working on a nice guy reputation! Maybe someone is going around, spreading rumors about me? That has to be it! But…who would want to do something like that? He didn't even have to think twice about it. Only one name came to his head - Sam. He grumbled to himself and continued down the hallway.

"Hey Freddie!" Freddie turned his attention to the sound of his name. It was Carly, and she was standing with Cassie Cooper. He grinned, sensing another opportunity to get a date for the prom.

"Carly…Cassie! It's a pleasure to see you both!" he greeted them. "So…Cassie! I was wondering if you would like to-"

"Save it, Benson!" Cassie quickly snapped. Freddie and Carly both looked surprised at this quick outburst. "I know all about your…unhealthy obsession with your tech equipment!" She pointed a finger at him and glared as she continued with, "So you can just forget me going with you to the prom!" And with that, she stormed off. Freddie just stood there, astonished.

"…Sam strikes again," he muttered. Carly turned her head to him quickly, still shocked by what just happened.

"What?" she asked. Freddie, realizing that he said that out loud, just gave her a weak smile and shook his head.

"Nothing…never mind." He sighed, realizing that he might have to ask Sam after all! God…don't make me do this! he silently prayed. Carly just walked over and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "…I got shot down by every girl in our school! I'm starting to think I might have to ask Sam!"

"Ask me what, Fredweenie?" came Sam's voice. Carly's face lit up, knowing what was coming next.

"Sam," she began, trying to sound annoyed. She was, but she was far too happy to be annoyed right now. "Can't you be nicer to Freddie?" Sam rolled her eyes.

"I could, Carls…I just don't want to. Now…ask me what?" Freddie took a breath and looked up at Sam.

"Sam…I was wondering that maybe you'd like to go to the prom with me?" Sam arched an eyebrow at him.

"Well…Freddie," she began. She caught Carly's gaze out of the corner of her eye, knowing that Carly was counting on her to follow through on their deal. "I would love to," she bitterly replied. Both Carly and Freddie's faces lit up. "If…" Their smiles quickly faded as Sam began to speak again. "…If I hadn't already said yes to someone else."

Carly was not sure how she was going to get Freddie at the prom now.

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Aaaand we've taken a twist! Well...can't really call it a twist when I never really said how it was going to go in the first place...aside from Criffin....which is totally awesome sauce by the way!

Anyway, Sam's guaranteed to go now...but what about Freddie? And what was up with all those girls turning him down like that?

Until next time!