iFucking Hate Puberty
An iCarly Cam fic. I'm not one for fanfiction, but there wasn't enough of Cam to go around. So anyways, enjoy my first fanfic! P.S. This story is NC-17 (bow-chika-wow-wow). There will be A LOT of graphic sex. Oh and I don't own anything blah blah blah -_-
"Hey"
She whispered against my skin, as our love (lust) lay in secret between layers of sweat soaked covers. The addictive feel of her drives me insane, her lips, her touch, her breath. Everything about her is perfection. And it's this perfection that's turned me into a beast.
Her once flawless alabaster skin is scattered with marks of my possession. She's mine & I make sure she knows that. Her moans grow louder as I bite further down into her skin. I love to make her bleed. I love how the red droplets coat the virgin white sheets of her bed—showing me she would never forget about us & the nights we share.
I love the way she tastes in my mouth & I love knowing that I've branded her as my own. I lick the wound I made beneath her breast while her groans further fuel my passion. I could feel her heat beneath my thigh--liquid lust intermingling with my skin. And I knew the night was just about to begin.
"Hey"
She says again—her voice hoarse with lust.
"What?" I grunted against her, feeling her smooth thighs grind against my own, while my lips stayed ever so preoccupied with the softness of her breast.
"Do you love me?" She whispers, in a tone so low, I could've sworn she didn't want me to hear her. But I did, and the question burned through my thoughts & shot out the very membranes of my brain. Everything stood still as I scaled towards her face, only to see that she was crying.
She looked away, in a feeble attempt to hide her tears. But I knew with her shaking breath that she'd been dreading this all along—the thought of exposure, hurt & rejection. I cupped her cheek to bring her face towards mine, burning the image of her misty eyes upon my already wounded soul.
"I love you Carly Shay. I've always had."
"SAAAMM!!! Wake up, or you're gonna be late for school!!!"
Sam awoke in a sweat, clutching her racing heart in an attempt to calm it, as she quickly spun her head to view her surroundings. She was in her room—alone—with covers that reeked of her own scent.
"SAAAMMMM!!!!!"
"I KNOW! I KNOW! I'M AWAKE!" She screamed. Her mother could be such a pain sometimes. Who was she kidding? She was a pain all the time. Sometimes she wishes she just moved to Florida with her dad. But then again, if she did, she would never have met Carly.
'Oh my God... Carly.' Sam thought as the night's dream began flooding her memory—the flashes of skin, the moans, the pleas, the taste—Every lingering detail of her best friend's naked body caressing her own. Sam looked at her iPhone & noted the date.
January 18, 2011…the day Sam officially lost her marbles.
'What the fuck was that about!!!??'
Sam's mind raced as she paced herself back & forth in the school quad. It was 6:40 in the morning & usually she wouldn't even be awake, much less at school at this hour but she wanted time away from her mom, her room & her thoughts. But it seems the third part is a lot harder to get away from than the first.
I've known Carly since when? Like since elementary school! This can't be happening now. This can't be happening, period!
"Shit! Shit!"
Though it's starting to make sense… my hatred for Freddie, why I can only be myself with Carly, why I didn't hurt her when she set me up with that doofus at the Cheesecake Warehouse. And that time I grabbed her butt during Halloween. Wait. Wait!
Why am I even rationalizing this? I shouldn't even be thinking about her this way! She's my best friend! Not only that, she's a freaking girl! She's my girl, best friend!
Calm down Sam, calm down. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
It was just a dream, just a one time dream that could happen to anyone. Nothing's wrong with you, just your hormones going out of whack because of puberty. Relax.
"I love you Carly Shay. I've always had."
"Damn it!" Sam half-yelled as she began knocking her knuckles against her scalp. "Get outa my head, get outa my head, get outa my head, get outa my head---"
"Hey… what's going on with Sam?" Jeremy whispered.
"I don't think I even want to know" Gibby said back, as the pair stood entranced at a bench in the quad.
"Do you… do you think she'll see us?" Jeremy says fearfully.
"I have no idea" Gibby says, eyes still locked onto Sam who was presently bashing her head against a tree.
"Maybe… maybe we should leave. I don't think she'll be very happy if she sees us" He says & Gibby nods his head.
But none of them move.
The image of the reputable hard-core, in-your-face Ridgeway High student repeatedly hitting her head in frustration was a sight to behold. I mean, what could possibly trouble Sam? She's a freaking rock. A rock she'll throw in your face later on, but a rock none-the-less.
"Achooo!!!"
Sam's internal reverie was cut short by a very disgusting & very familiar sneeze. She cocked her head to the side to see no one but 'Germy' & Gibby's frozen faces.
"How long have you dweebs been there?"
"Uhh… Um, not tha-he just—he couldn't…" They stumbled incoherently—pointing at each other as though it was either of them was the culprit.
"Let me ask you again. How. Long. Have. You. Been. There." Sam said through her teeth, unbridled anger apparent in her eyes.
"Justwhenyouwherehittingyourselfrepeatedly" Jeremy squealed, while Gibby looked at him with a mixture of shock & disgust in his face.
"You shouldn't have said that! Now where in—"
"AAAHHHHH!!!!!"
Gibby's monologue was cut short by a raging Sam, who had her hands outstretched, ready to strangle either one of them. The pair ran off with utmost panic in their faces, while Sam followed close behind, screaming:
"I'm going to kill you!"
…Repeatedly & quite loudly for that matter.
The bell rings & Ridgeway High students flock the halls towards their 1st period classes. A jumble of hormone driven teens crowd the walkways & one of them spot a comically tragic pair stuffed into a second floor trashcan.
"Gibby?" Freddie asks incredulously, looking at his middle school pal knee deep in garbage.
"What happened?"
Gibby looks up & spits out a half-eaten apple Sam had graciously put in his mouth. Freddie was standing there, clothed with his letter jacket with a Jansport back-pack half slung on his shoulder. He doesn't know why Freddie still talks to him. Gibby was stuck in the Video club while Freddie got into the football team freshman year. It turns out the boy could kick a pig-skin 45 yards away.
"Sam happened" He tells him & Freddie just nods his head in understanding.
"Do I even want to know?"
Gibby looks at Jeremy who was knocked out beside him, the guy had a black eye & a bloody nose to boot.
"I don't think so"
"…Yeah, I don't think I do either. C'mon" Freddie says as he lends Gibby a hand. Though it seemed useless as one of Freddie's passing football buddies pushed Gibby back into the trash can.
"Hahaha! Fucking loser!" He chimed as he walked away. Freddie just shook his head in a mixture of disgust & disappointment.
"Why do you hang out with those guys?" Gibby says as he stepped out of the trash can for the second time—brushing off the junk that had accumulated on his sweater vest.
"…because… they're cool. And… Carly likes cool" Freddie says, as a light blush crept unto his cheeks.
"Uggghhh, not that old song & dance again."
"Hey, what's that suppose to mean?"
"I mean, c'mon Freddie" Gibby says, flinging his hand across Freddie's shoulder.
"Do you know how many girls are into you?"
Freddie flinches at his smell. 'It's probably gonna get on my jacket… eeww…'
"But that's just it! I don't want girls to be into me. I want Carly to be into me."
"That makes no sense, Carly's a girl too"
"Oh you know what I mean!" Freddie says in desperation, shaking off Gibby's arm.
"I mean, if I were in your situation I'd be dating cheerleaders!"
"Well, you're not." Freddie says a-matter-a-factly. "And I don't want any other girl, cheerleader or otherwise. I want Carly." He says, walking away.
"It's your loss Freddie! It's your loss!" Gibby yells. '…What an idiot…a jock without a girlfriend? Eh… can't say I blame him though. Carly is HOTT. With a double T for emphasis!'
I mean she used to be pretty in middle school. But man, she has fiiiilllleeedd out since then! Big boobies & everything! Yeah…I get you Freddie, I get you. But still… I'd be dating cheerleaders!"
"…Uggghhhh…"
He looks to his side & sees Jeremy slowly regaining consciousness.
"C'mon dude. Let's get you to the nurse's office"
'…God, I hate my life.'
"So what do you have to say for yourself young lady?"
"Ummm… I didn't do it?" Sam says. She was in the Principals office (like usual) and yet again Principal Franklin was staring her down like she caused the end of the world. 'I think this guy took this job just to mess with me.'
Franklin had jumped the opportunity to take the job at a high school. But now he was regretting his actions. 'Why did I take this job? I should've known Sam would be here. I think this girl just went to high school to mess with me.'
'Let the stare down begin'
"You didn't do it?" He says suspiciously.
"Yup, that's what I said & I'm sticking to it"
"Well then can you explain this report sent in by our maintenance manager, who had & I quote heard you yelling "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—"
"Okay! I get the point!" Sam said flinging her arms in defeat.
"So you admit you had assaulted one Mr. Gibby & Mr. Jeremy with a—"He said as he looked at the report within his hands with very disbelieving eyes.
"—a half-eaten apple…"
"Yeah, yeah, what's the punishment? Let's get on with it."
"Well, given your frank apathetic reply I'm going to—"
"What? Use big words I can't understand?"
"Ahem. No. Now if you would let me finish, I am going to suspend you—"
"Pffftt, like you never done that before." She said as she rolled her eyes.
"—I am" He starts again, his eyes warning & stern. "I am going to sentence you to two weeks suspension & a month of community service at my wife's daycare"
"What!? You can't do that! You're not a judge!"
"Well, I'm letting you get off easy here Sam. I could send this to a judge & he could sentence you to a much harsher punishment. But luckily for you my wife's daycare is under-staffed & she needs someone to help her clean up"
"You mean I'm gonna have to clean baby puke!?"
"Well, yes. That's exactly what I'm saying"
"Why don't you just cut of my leg & feed me to piranhas!"
"Well that's no—"
"Wait! What ever Sam did, she is very, very sorry!" Carly busted through the door a-fluster & out of breath.
"Wha—what are you doing here?" Sam asked wide eyed.
"Freddie told me you might be in trouble"
"Ahhh…. Fredwart" Sam grinded. 'Ohhhh, he is going to get it.'
"I'm sorry Carly, but I've already sent out Sam's punishment"
"But—"
"No buts miss Shay. Anyways, shouldn't you be in 3rd period right now?"
"Uhhh… well I… anyways nice seeing you Mr. Franklin!" She stuttered, as she grabbed onto Sam's sweater & flew out of the room—dragging her to the nearest corner to berate her.
"What did you do this time?" She asks.
"Ummmm…" Sam couldn't speak. She wanted to dodge Carly for the rest of the day, but here she was an inch away from her. She smelled like flowers & vanilla and Sam couldn't help but note how her chest rose & fell with every breath. Or how her lips were a gorgeous cherry red, like a fruit ready to be plucked & eaten.
'Has Carly always been so… alluring?'
"Helloooo, Earth to Sam" She said, waving a hand in front of her best friend's eyes.
"Wha— What?"
"Are you okay?" She asks worriedly, raising her hand to feel Sam's forehead.
"You don't feel like you have a fever."
'Oh God, she's too close. Way too close.'
Sam shut her eyes & started counting backwards from ten to one. '10, 9, 8, relax, 7, breathe, 6—'
"Hey" Carly whispers.
"You okay?"
'I love to make her bleed. I love how the red droplets coat the virgin white sheets of her bed—showing me she would never forget about us & the nights we share.'
"Ahhh! I uhhh…. I gotta go!" Sam stuttered, backing away from Carly's touch.
"Where?"
"…uuhhh… well, I'm suspended… so… anywhere… but here" She says under her breath.
"Okay…well, call me when school is over, I wanna know if you'll be okay. You look flushed." Carly says, touching Sam's cheek.
"Okay! Got it, bye!" Sam panicked & half-ran towards the exit, waving a feeble bye to her best friend.
"…Okay… see you" Carly says confused.
'What was that about?'
"Hey Carly, is something wrong?"
Freddie said as he watched a dazed Carly pick at her food. It was lunch time & they were sitting at their favorite table in the cafeteria.
"Ummm… hellooooo, Carly?" He said again, waving his half eaten sandwich at her face.
"Wha—What are you doing?" She says snatching the sandwich from his hands.
"You were totally out of it! What's up?" Freddie asks, leaning over the table to get closer to her.
"Nothing. Just Sam."
"Ahhhh… okay, what about her?" He asks as he grabbed his sandwich & takes a bite.
"She just seemed… weird today"
"Whad'ya mean? She's weird every day!" He says, flinging his arms in exasperation.
"No." She says rolling her eyes. "I mean, I've never seen her like that before. She seemed so unsure of herself… it was just not Sam-like"
"Well, maybe she's on her period"
"That can't be possible, she just had her period two weeks ago"
"You know, sometimes its freaky how close you guys are." He says with wide eyes.
"Well I would know because she borrows m—wait why am I explaining myself? Anyways there's something up with her" Carly says, slamming her fist on the table for emphasis.
"Maybe she's pregnant" Freddie says jokingly.
Carly's eyes almost shot out of her face as she quickly reached over & punched Freddie on the shoulder.
"Owwww, I thought I was safe from the hitting cuz Sam wasn't here!"
"Well, don't joke about something like that! What makes you think Sam even—you know, does that!" Carly half yelled.
"Well…" He starts while rubbing the sore spot Carly had left. "First of all, I was just lightening the mood. Second, were 17 now & third Sam has always been a wild chick."
"Well wild doesn't mean slut, Freddie! I can't even believe you'd even suggest that!"
"Wha—I wasn't suggesting anything!" He says in disbelief, while Carly started packing up her stuff.
"Whatever, I'll see you during rehearsal" She says as she walked away from him & headed towards the exit.
"…damn it…" He sulked, throwing his half-eaten sandwich on the table.
"Hey-hey, Freddie man, trouble in paradise?"
Freddie turned around to see no one else but Jake Krandle, quarterback & lady's man extraordinaire. Ever since he broke up with his middle school girlfriend, he's been out with almost all the pretty girls in school. Sometimes Freddie thinks most of his popularity was his fault. If he never fixed his voice on iCarly way back when, Jake would never have become so full of himself.
'I've created a monster'
"I can see your still pining for Carly" He says with that perpetually smug smile that never seems to leave his face.
"Yeah, what of it" Freddie hated him to the core. He was obnoxious, conceited & just a total douche all around.
"You don't seem to be going anywhere. How long has it been? Like, four years?"
"Three years & eight months. So?"
"I just think it's time to move on."
"I am"
"It doesn't seem like it"
Freddie looked at him in annoyance, but that just seemed to give Jake all the more reason to smile.
"How about this buddy, I'll trade you Brittany for Carly. That way everyone's happy!"
'What?' Freddie couldn't believe his ears. How much of an asshole is this guy?!
"Carly's not a car I can trade whenever I want!" He said, his anger boiling through his skin.
"Well, I bet I can ride her like one"
'That's it!'
Freddie was just about to lunge at him when Jed came over to the table with a smile that could crack his face.
"Hey fellas, guess who sucked my dick last night & swallowed?"
"What? Who?" Jake asks, his attention fully shifted from Freddie to Jed.
"Bianca Anderson" He says smugly.
"What? No way!" Freddie interjected incredulously, all his past anger suddenly gone. Bianca was in his French class. She was a good girl all the way, a straight A student, key club president & played the violin tremendously.
"Yup, believe it. I got the video on my phone." He says, taking out his blackberry.
"You actually got away with it?" Jake laughed.
"Well, she was preoccupied with other things" Jed said triumphantly, scanning his phone for the notorious file.
"Here it is!"
And just as promised there it was—a video of Bianca Anderson deep throating Jed's cock behind the school bleachers. It was blurry & some of it consisted of Jed smiling & giving the camera a thumbs up, but it was crystal clear that he'd been telling the truth.
"I can't believe it…" Freddie murmured.
"Oh believe it, Freddie man, all the girls in this school are whores, you just don't know it yet." Jake states with a serious face.
'All the girls?' Freddie couldn't help but think, while a deep sense of worry began to form in his gut. 'Carly's not like that… is she?'
The bell rang before Freddie could even begin to ponder the possibility of his love being a closet-slut. And apprehensively, very much so, Freddie walked towards his 4rth period class without the usual spring in his step.
A/N: Your highschool experience may vary.^_^