Chapter 11
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.
Narrator's P.O.V.
Sam woke up from her dreamless sleep, and stood up from her bed. She threw on a t-shirt with a thick coat, and hung Freddie's scarf loosely around her neck. She then put some comfortable shoes and pants on, along with socks and gloves. She went to go eat breakfast at the cheap fast-food restaurant just across from the Groovy Smoothie, before finally reaching Ridgeway. Before Sam could go through the double doors, a car parked next to her.
"Hey Sam!" came Freddie's voice. Sam saw Freddie rolling up the window and grabbing his backpack from the seat next to him.
"Hi." She softly whispered, her voice getting a little hoarse because of the weather.
"So," Freddie hopped out his car and locked it, walking over to where Sam was. He sighed deeply, releasing a huge amount of watery mist because of the cold air. "How have you been doing? You haven't done it again, have you?" Freddie asked her. He held onto his backpack tighter.
Sam sighed. She knew he'd ask this. "Of course not." She answered, digging her hands into the pockets of her black coat.
"That's good." Freddie replied, grabbing a hold on her arm and dragging her through the double doors of Ridgeway.
Sam shook him away in an attempt for him to let go of her, which he reluctantly did. "By the way." Sam said out of nowhere when they had reached her lockers.
"Yeah?" Freddie asked.
"Thanks… for… you know." Sam smiled.
She still didn't feel like talking about what happened. Or, she was uncomfortable, in other words. She doesn't like being painfully reminded of what she did. She promised herself she would never do it again, and yet, she still did it. She broke her own promise. Now she didn't feel like she could be trusted, or even trust herself. She was never one to break a promise, but this promise, she just had to. She was tempted, and her temptation just burst, and she mindlessly cut herself, having various flashbacks from watching her scars being covered by the new cut's blood. The red liquid stained the blade, and she just knew that she didn't mean to do it. It was her subconscious mind, but at the same time, she was still fully aware of it.
"Oh, yeah, no problem. Remember Sam, if you need someone, I'll always be here for you, alright?" Freddie's voice brought her out of her train of thought.
"Yeah, I-I know." She stammered, though she did not know why.
"Good. Because I want you to know that." Freddie smiled, noticing how her cheeks turned a slight color of pink.
"Alright. Now shoo." Sam went to her locker and opened it, taking her books out.
"Why do I have to go? I have my next class with you. Let's get a move on now." Freddie told her, grabbing her books out of her arms because she was struggling. Sam tried snatching it back, but she failed because Freddie held it out of her reach.
"Freddie! Give me it back!" Sam whined, jumping for her books.
Freddie laughed because of how cute she looked trying to get her books from him. "Let's go." Freddie grabbed her arm with his free hand and walked with her to their class.
"Wait." Sam stopped. He looked at her questioningly.
"What?"
"Nothing happened yesterday, alright? Or the day before that. Nothing. I don't want to get beaten up by the so-called popular people." She leaned close to his ear and whispered in a menacing tone, "If you ever tell anyone about what really happened and why we weren't at school, I will murder you in your sleep. Got it?"
Freddie chuckled. "Got it."
"Hey sweetie." Carly greeted Freddie, giving him a quick peck on the lips. Freddie backed away a little bit after she kissed him, but Carly shrugged it off. She leaned against his locker. "So, how's it been? I haven't seen you for a long time, and you haven't been going to any of our hangouts. Is anything wrong? Where were you yesterday?"
Freddie pushed her aside gently to put his books back inside his locker. "I was at a um… dentist appointment, remember?" Freddie took a pen out and shoved it in his pocket.
"Oh, hah, right. So um… what did you do at the dentist appointment?" Carly asked.
"They just cleaned my teeth." Freddie lied.
"Oh, okay." Carly went to her locker and opened it, Freddie following behind.
Sam appeared at her locker a few minutes later, taking out a piece of steak from her locker. She took a huge bite, and put it in a ziplock bag to save for later. She zipped it up and carried it by hand.
"What the— Hey! Ow!" Sam complained, after being slammed into the lockers by Carly.
"Hello little slut." Carly said, pinning her against the lockers tightly. "I heard that your mommy died? Aw, poor little Sammy." Carly pushed her harder against the lockers.
"How do you know that?" Sam asked, her head turning to the right so her face wouldn't get squished. She felt a tear building up in the rim of her eyes, but she held it back. She wasn't going to let Cary make her feel bad and remember the bad times.
"Saw it on the news. It's everywhere. Drunk man killed Pam Puckett. Drunk man arrested for killing innocent mom. Your mommy's gone, Sam. Forever." Carly smirked. She looked to the side and saw Cindy giving her a thumbs up and mouthing the words, 'Good job.'
Sam managed to push her off. "Carly!" Freddie scolded Carly.
"What? I didn't do anything." Carly said innocently. "Fine," she sighed, "I'm sorry." She apologized, wrapping her arms around Freddie's neck and leaned in for a kiss, but pulled back when Freddie didn't kiss back. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
Sam walked away after seeing Carly trying to make out with Freddie. Freddie walked away from Carly and followed Sam.
"See you at gym class!" Carly shouted at Freddie who was currently following Sam, though Carly did not know. She just galloped off to her posse and started tlaking about Sam and laughing at how she looked stupid and was bound to cry.
"Sam." Freddie said when he caught up to Sam. Sam stopped in her tracks. He put a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm fine. See you for tutoring tomorrow." Sam said, shoving him away and heading to the restroom.
Mostly just a filler.
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