Wow. It really took forever for me to write this chapter. These are some ideas I've had forever, but I just haven't had the time to write. I'm working a lot and trying to make time for everything. Clearly, I'm not very good at it. :P

I'll work on it, but I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's interesting to say the least.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly

Freddie POV

Oh man. I was really going to kill her this time.

I expected pranks from Sam. In fact, I had actually gotten used to them over the past few years. But this was different. This wasn't funny, it was just cruel.

I pulled my car into the school parking lot and parked it. I took the keys out and sighed. I don't know if I was madder at Sam for lying to me, or more upset with the fact that Carly really wasn't back.

I missed her like crazy. She was the first girl I ever thought I was in love with. Looking back now, I loved her but I was never in love with her. I just thought I was. But she was still my best friend, and it was weird not seeing her every day.

What made things worse was Sam. Every time I thought we were getting along, she went and did something like this. And with Carly gone, wouldn't things just keep getting worse? Without Carly begging me to give Sam another chance, what would stop me from ripping her head off?

I climbed out of my car and made my way towards the dorms when I decided I was going to confront Sam before I lost my courage.

When I reached her door I knocked on it loudly.

"Coming." I heard her voice call from through the door.

She opened the door and looked a little surprise. But then her signature smirk was apparent on her face. "Hey. Have we met before?"

I sighed. "Hilarious, Sam." I said, completely fed up with her sense of humor lately. "Why the hell would you mess with me like that."

"I don't think I know-." She began, trying to sound innocent.

"Cut the bullshit, Sam." I interrupted her, all the built up anger from over the years rising. This was the last straw. "For once in your goddamn life, can you act least act your age?"

Her blue eyes widened in shock. She clearly wasn't expecting that from me. Even I didn't know where this was all coming from. But I couldn't stop.

"I've put up with you for so long. I really tried to be your friend Sam. I know we're different people and everything, but why can't you just be civil with me?" I continued.

"Calm down, I don't see what the big deal is… Carly wasn't here this morning, and she's not here now. Nothing has changed…" Sam said.

"You know what Sam, the fact that you see nothing wrong with what you did explains a lot. Do me a favor, and stay out of my life, okay? Carly's gone, there's really no reason I should put up with your shit anymore. It's what you always wanted, right?" The words came to me without thinking.

"Freddie, look, I'm sorry…" Sam looked around, not knowing what to say.

"No you're not, Sam. You'll never change. And now that Carly's gone, who do you even have in your life? Not me. And what about your parents, Sam? They don't seem to want anything to do with you either." I don't know why I said it. All I know is as soon as the words left my lips I knew that they were too harsh. I didn't mean it the way it sounded.

Sam's eyes turned ice blue and her lips formed a straight line. "You don't know a fucking thing about me Freddie. And just because you have a mother that actually cares about you doesn't mean you're special." Her voice was without emotion.

"God, Sam, I'm sorry… I was just upset… I didn't mean it…" I rambled on, not knowing what to say.

"No. I'm glad I know how you really feel about me. How you can't even stand me. Thanks for letting me know, because you won't be seeing me." She said, still no tone in her voice.

She walked back into her dorm room and came back with her cell phone and a jacket. She slammed the door and kept walking down the hallway. I was left standing there, with no idea what to do.

"Sam, where are you going?" I called after her. She kept walking, and didn't look back once.

Sam POV

I had no idea where I was going. I just knew I had to get out of here.

I found the nearest exit and made my way down a random street. I didn't know the area well, but I didn't care.

I continued walking, and before I realized what had happened, I looked around and knew I was lost. I sighed, frustrated with myself along with the rest of the world. I sat at the nearest bench and pulled my phone out of my coat pocket. I had three missed calls and a text message from Freddie. I didn't even bother opening the text message.

I heard a whistle and snapped my head around. Just my luck, I found myself sitting in front of a bar. A man who looked to be in his 40's was eyeing me.

"Did you just fucking whistle at me?" I said.

"Hey, calm down sweetie." He began walking towards me. "I was just saying hello."

"Don't come near me." I said sternly.

He was close enough that I could smell his breath. It reeked of alcohol.

"You little bitch, has anyone ever taught you any manners?" He grabbed my wrist and pulled my off the bench.

"Don't touch me." I said, struggling to get free. I began to get nervous, realizing that as strong as I was, I couldn't overpower him.

He grabbed a handful of my hair with his free hand. "You have nice hair." Then he roughly grabbed my face. "A pretty face too. If you kept your mouth shut, you'd be a lot more appealing." He laughed to himself.

I started to really panic now. I struggled even more to get away, but his grip was too strong.

He pulled my face towards his, and crushed his lips onto mine. My lips did not react; they did not move against his. But that didn't stop him. He eventually pulled away with a satisfied look on his face.

"What the fuck is wrong with people like you? God!" I screamed as soon as I caught my breath.

This took him off guard and I used all my strength to shove him away. He stumbled backwards, but caught himself. He moved towards me again, looking furious.

He grabbed both of my wrists so tightly; I could feel the circulation get cut off. "Don't do that again, you stupid girl." He spoke through his teeth.

"Let go of her!" I heard footsteps along with someone's voice.

I turned my head in the direction of the voice and saw Freddie running towards us.

The man let go of me and faced him. "Who's this? Your boyfriend?" He laughed.

As soon as Freddie was close enough, he immediately drew back his fist and punched the man across the face. He fell to the floor, unconscious.

"And if you ever come near her again, I'll fucking kill you." He said to the unconscious body on the cement.

Don't you worry, the next chapter will pick up right where this one left off. This chapter was just getting too long, and I figured a little cliff hanger never hurt nobody.

Also, sorry for the language in this. Dunno if it bothers anyone but sometimes I feel it can enhance a story. Hope no one minds, if you do, just a warning, there will be more in future chapters.