A little something for the holidays. A lot of you have been requesting a little slice of Sam's POV and here I give you a sneek peak of what's to come. :D
Hope you like it. R&R
Chapter 16.5
SAM'S POV
Another day...
I didn't feel like getting up. I knew everything would be the same and it would be routine all over again,
I'd wake up, eat, take a bath, bug around at home, then Carly would call and make me go to school, I'd drag myself to school then go to Carly's, eat, watch some tv, eat and go home and it will be the same thing again the next day. The only break in the routine was iCarly but it was getting routine as well as the days go by. Now it was something more of a responsibility rather than something we would do for fun.
It wasn't the same anymore without the nub.
No one to argue with anymore, no one to play pranks on, no on to bug when I'm bored, no more unfinished countdowns, and no more free food or free smoothies.
As much as I hate to admit it, I kinda miss the dork.
And yes the dork I'm talking about is Fredward Benson.
Well I naturally and instinctively have hated the nerd since I first met him. I couldn't forget it. Clean cut hair swept to the side, a polo shirt with stripes, sweatshirt underneath, khaki pants and some dorky looking black leather shoes that looked like platform shoes maybe boots even.
I also hated the fact that he was head over heels in-love with my bestfriend. It sucks because no matter how hard Carly rejects him, he just keeps on coming back like a rash. Carly is MY bestfriend and no one can take her away from me.
He always talks all nerdy which irritates me a lot.
But on the other hand, I kinda miss the way he puts up with my attitude and the way he always tries to be a friend.
I also miss the way he doesn't protest when I make him buy my food, or the way he flinches and how he makes a face when I punch him.
I rolled on my bed, I already ate my breakfast and already showered. I looked at the clock, it was 8:30am. Then as if everything was directed my cellphone rang, I checked the caller ID and it said "Carly".
I picked up.
"SAM! Were going to school!"
I pulled the phone away from my ear but I could still hear indisctinct screaming.
I groaned.
"Yeah yeah, keep your pants on Shay."
I dropped the call and got up from the bed.
I took my backpack which was on the floor.
It never carried anything much. A notebook, some pens, and a lot of low fat fatcakes.
I went down to the empty living room and kitchen.
Pam was never around much. She was always away with one of her boyfriends, messing around and such.
I got out of the house, locked the door and made my way to Bushwell.
I came in through the lobby and luckily Lewbert wasn't around. I went to the elevator and pushed on the up button.
DING!
The elevator opened and there was Carly and Spencer.
Spencer waved.
"Hey kiddo."
I was about to say something but Carly instantly seized me by the arm and pulled me toward the entrance.
"We are going to be late!" Carly said panickly.
"But it's only 9:15 in the morning!" I quickly snapped back.
"No buts Sam!" she replied quickly and pulled me away to Spencer's car.
I didn't know why Carly was so jumpy today but I knew it wasn't good.
Carly jumped in the front seat and I hopped in the back.
Spencer jumped in the driver's seat and turned the ignition.
I sat up and snuck in the middle of the passenger's seat and driver's seat.
I looked at Carly and saw her tapping away at her phone.
"Who ya texting Carls?"
Carly put her PearPhone to sleep mode.
"No one." Carly said, immediately looking away.
"Carly Shay." I said in one long and low tone.
"Okay okay, It's Andrew." Calry replied.
"And who is this Andrew to you kid?"
"A prospect?"
"I knew there was always a catch." I said and slumped back to the backseat.
Spencer just shrugged and shook his head.
He knew that once it comes to boys Carly likes, he can never do anything about it unless the boy hurts his sister.
I stared outside the window, hoping that this day would be different.
I just hope something freaky will happen just to break the loop I am currently in.
Maybe the school catching on fire, or a mass protest against the food being served at the cafeteria or something like that.
Even bullying Gibby was already boring. He never puts up much of a fight not like Freddoof, though he doesn't win, he at least tries to fight back which is kinda fun.
He can never be compared to anyone.
For instance, Jonah.
Jonah was a cool kid (until he used me to get to Carly.), he was fun, he was a bully, and he looked cute. I was too caught up with the whole girlfriend thing to realize anything at first. It's like looking at a painting inches from your face, rather than looking at the whole picture.
(What am I saying? The nub is rubbing off of me.)
But Freddie?
Sure he gets on my nerves most of the time, but looking back he was a nice kid.
He always says things straightforwardly, he's caring, he's kind, always ready to get me out of trouble, modest, and always lets me have my way. In short he was a true friend.
Which is also the main reason why I hate him so much.
The saying is true that "You'd only know the worth of someone when they are gone."
The first 2 months he was gone was just peachy, so he's gone big deal right? But I was wrong.
Without Frediffer, there was more work for me on iCarly. I had to go to school, I had no one to copy my assignments from and did I mention no more free food?
Then a flashy black sports car with flame stripes zoomed by.
"Woah! Dude did you see that?"
I shot up from the back seat and stuck my head in between Spencer and Carly.
"That was a sweet ride!" Spencer said with his mouth hanging wide open.
But Carly didn't even flinch.
The only thing that moved her were pretty dresses and cute boys. The only time she would look at a car is when a cute boy is riding it.
I watched the car turn to the corner.
The car was headed for Ridgeway?
I then slapped Spencer on the shoulder.
"After the car!" I almost shouted and pointed at the car turning at the corner.
When we got to Ridgeway, I saw a man standing beside the car, 6-footer, american, wearing a suit, leather shoes, mohawk for a haircut and wearing black police shades.
There was no way that this guy owned the car because it looked like he was guarding it for someone.
Spencer stopped at the curb and Carly and I stepped out.
We thanked Spencer, waved him off and went inside.
We got to the lockers and began unloading our stuff inside.
I began restocking my locker with low fat fatcakes and Carly arranged her books neatly inside.
"I miss Freddie." Carly said while arranging her books.
I ignored her first statement.
"I wish he was back." Carly stopped to look at me.
I returned her gaze.
"What are you looking at me for?" I asked to feign innocence.
"Well it was YOU who made him leave!"
Carly stopped fixing her locker to face me directly.
"If you didn't pick on him all the time he wouldn't have left us!"
I was shocked. I stared at Carly.
It was very rare for Carly to blame me, and this was one of those rare moments.
I wasn't gonna let her have her way.
"If only you said yes to the nub to be your girlfriend, he would be here 24/7." I said sarcastically.
"If only you had been nicer to him!" Carly replied.
"If only you interfered." I shot back instantly not even flinching.
Carly turned back to her locker in defeat.
"I thought Freddie was back." Carly mumbled.
"I don't care where the nub is, I think it's a lot better without him around."
"I know you didn't mean that." Carly replied while holding her bag.
I took the gum out of my pocket and began to chew on it.
"I pretty much meant all of it, Carls."
"At least now, you don't have a stalker anymore."
"Stop being mean Sam. He's not here anymore and you still keep on picking on him." Carly commented.
"I hate the nub! What do you expect?" I glared at her hard enough to relay the message.
But I felt a familiar presence in the air. It felt like the nub was around.
Because everytime I was in Carly's apartment, I could instantly tell if the dork was the one that entered even though I was upstairs or in the kitchen digging through the fridge.
I was that familiar with Fredwad.
I turned around, a dude wearing a black hoodie was leaning on one of the lockers with his back facing me.
It has to be him.
"I smell a nub." I said and he suddenly shifted from were he leaned.
I pulled his hoodie down and grabbed his shoulders.
"Stop it Sam!" Carly instantly shouted.
I turned him to face me.
I almost gasped.
Long dark brown hair, kinda uneven on the sides. Brown hazel eyes, stern face.
I was wrong, but something tells me I was right. I looked at him again. Long hair? Black clothes? Cargo pants? He couldn't be Fredward "The great dork" Benson.
I instantly apologized and turned away. I grabbed Carly by the arm and walked away.
I looked back and to my suprise, he was already gone.
I tried flashing the image I just saw in my mind a few times.
He couldn't be him, He just couldn't.
My gut told me I was right, but my logic told me otherwise.
"I told you to stop didn't I?"
Carly said sarcastically.
"Yeah yeah, so what if I was wrong?" I shot back disdainfully.
Carly frowned at my reply.
We got to the classroom and sat down.
I checked the clock.
10 minutes before class starts.
I took my notebook out, my math book and my...
My homework is missing!
I made sure I brought it to school today but for some reason it wasn't in my bag.
I thought back.
Maybe its in my locker.
So I got up and walked out the door.
"Where are you going Sam?" It was Carly, who was now standing from her seat.
"Just gonna get my homework Shay."
I began to walk back out to the main hallway and suddenly...
BAM!
I was run over by some jerk.
I was sprawled all over the floor with an unknown person on top of me.
My vision was hazy, I put a hand behind my head. I felt a little bump.
I tried gathering my thoughts, my vision slowly cleared, his arms were on my sides and I noticed that he had a good build. Broad shoulders, toned arms and I could literally feel his sculplted chest against mine. He was staring straight at me.
I was blushing I could tell.
I was instantly mired with his eyes, eyes with a deep rich brown color. Brown eyes I knew too well.
"Freddie?"
He didn't answer. He got up and ran for the door.
I got up and looked at his retreating form. He was the guy listening on us earlier.
I was right, it was Fredward "the great dork" Benson.
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