Chapter 4

Lol, seems like you guys hate Carly! Don't worry, soon I'll make you guys hate her more. :DD

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

Sam's P.O.V.

Those stupid little bitches. They always have to ruin my fucking day. Their bullying was far worse than mine when I used to torture people! Yeah, that's right, I said used.

Truth is, I don't really torture anyone anymore. I mean, they all forgot about me. I'm just a wandering soul. Why bother keeping up my reputation when everyone forgot about me now? Well, no one really paid attention to me in the first place. All attention was aimed at Carly. I'm just the third-wheel.

Anyway, back to those slutty chicks. They always have to ruin my day. Every single fucking day. I already regret being born, now I have to regret living too?

I made my way to my class, late. My hair was still dripping when I thought it was damp, my top and coat were soaked. My bag was still perfectly dry, thankfully. My gloves and scarf were inside my bag during the incident, so that's always good. All because of these wet things I was carrying, I was leaving a trail of water in the hallways, which resulted in the janitor glaring at me.

I opened my classroom door, and stopped dead in my tracks. Everyone was looking at me. I glared at them and sat in my chair at my seat.

"Samantha?" Mrs. Freed said. I took out my pencil.

"Yes…?" I replied, innocently looking at her.

"Why are you so wet?" I heard a few snickers from the class. Those perverted students.

"I…uh…"

"You know, I shouldn't ask."

I sighed in relief, thankful she didn't push me to explain. I felt someone nudge me in the arm. I looked to my right. Freddie was staring at me worriedly. "What do you want?" I crossed my arms across my chest.

"What happened?" Freddie asked me.

"Nothing happened. I was just in the snow during lunch." I replied.

"No, Sam, I saw you get dumped lunch on. Then you went to the restroom and Carly followed you. Why are you so wet? What happened in there?" He interrogated.

"Well your girlfriend is mean, and she did something."

"Sam, tell me what happened."

"Okay! Fine, I was cleaning up the lunch that got dumped on me, then Carly came in, she got irritated by me I guess for whatever reason. Then, her posse people held me by the arms while Carly hit me with her bag. She then pulled my hair and stuffed my head in the toilet, flushed, and I was suffocating for about 3 minutes." I sighed. "I got a few bruises and scratches. No big deal." I added.

"That's an understatement. Jeez, Sam, I'm so sorry."

I just ignored him and pulled out the gloves and scarf I permanently borrowed from him a month back and threw it at his face. "What's this, Sam?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Your gloves and scarf."

"Oh. You can keep it. I have my own." He tossed them back to me. It landed on my desk, and I threw it back at him. "Sam… Keep it. It's still cold… You won't have gloves and a scarf on your way home. Just keep it." He took my hands and slipped them on, and then wrapped the scarf around my neck. "There, you see?" He smiled.

I held the urge to smile. Part of me wanted to forgive him, but part of me didn't. The bell rang, and I stood up from my seat and walked out of school before he could talk to me again.

A short chapter, I know, that's why I'm updating again tomorrow or tonight. You're welcome. Don't forget to review! ;P Thanks.

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