A/N: Yay, an update! :D School's finally out sooo I'll hopefully have more time to write (if I'm inspired..since I get most of my inspiration in school xD). This one is inspired by something that happened to me again (it's getting old, isn't it? :o). Not exactly like this, but the whole concept is the same.

I had a bit of a writer's block (after only 2 chapters? *le gasp*) but listening to Escape The Fate's "Something" (which is also quoted a little in this chapter) really inspired me. It's just so...Seddie to me! :) Listen to it if you get the chance! :P

Oh yeah, there will be slight language (if you consider the F-word slight..) from here on. I really tried to, but I can't lay off the cussing. Sorry. At least now it's rated T for a reason.

There will be a note at the end to explain something in the chapter, I put it in there since I didn't want to spoil you. :P So make sure to check it out before you get mad at me or stuff.

Thanks for all your reviews, favorites and alerts! They really make me happy! :)

Enjoy! :)

DISCLAIMER: Do I really look like I own iCarly? I don't think so..

I quickly opened the door, hoping the teacher wouldn't catch me. I was late (again), but this time only a few minutes. Quietly I made my way to my seat

"Hello, Sam, great that you're here too."

I winced slightly before stopping and turning around. In the front stood my teacher, grinning at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Hey, Mr. Miller." (I didn't mention his name before, did I? Well, I did now.)

"Care to explain why you are late?" His grin didn't leave his face once. Bastard.

"No? Not really," I answered and shrugged. He didn't really demand an answer, he just asked, and I didn't want to tell him. So what? He doesn't need to know what I do in my break.

Mr. Miller sighed. "Just don't be late again, okay?" He gestured for me to sit down in my seat.

See why I said he was like my favorite teacher? He's so laid back, I wonder why Ms. Briggs and Mr. Howard didn't try to get him fired yet. Maybe they did and failed?

"Where the hell where you, Sam? Why have you always been late this past week?" Ah, Fredweird. He should know not to question me so much.

"None of your business, fudgeface," I told him, taking out my English things. Not really. Just a pen and a piece of paper so I can pretend to pay attention. Great idea right? I know, I know. I'm genius.

"Yes, Sam, it is my business! And Carly's too. She was wondering where you always spent your breaks because you rarely come by the lockers anymore." He sighed. "Really Sam, we are your best friends. You should tell us what you do."

Ah, and there it is again, the best friends business. I don't really wanna think about that now..

And anyways, it's not like I always know what he does in his breaks (he hangs out with Carls and me by the lockers) or what kind of apple he likes the most (green) or whatever else chiz it is best friends know about each other. So why should I tell him?

Okay, I'll admit it, not telling Carly really makes me feel guilty. But I don't want her to think anything bad about me..or rather know what kind of bad stuff it is that I do.

Well, stuff that's worse from what I usually do. In her opinion it would be, at least.

I kinda started smoking. So what? It's really a stress reliever. I caught Rip-Off Rodney smoking once behind school, he offered me a cigarette and I decided to try it. Since then I usually hang out with him smoking a cig before class starts. After that I always have to drown myself in perfume, but eh, it works.

I just don't want Carly (and maybe Freddie..) to find out so she (they) wouldn't be disappointed in me.

Whatever.

I suddenly realized that I hadn't answered Freddie and turned to him. "I don't want to tell you, so leave me alone, will ya?"

He sighed and shrugged. "Whatever."

It was just when our conversation ended that I heard Mr. Miller talk. Oops.

"..so I'm going to hand you out your assignments now. I will be back by the end of the lesson and I want you to present your results to the class tomorrow, so you still have time to finish it this afternoon. I want you to work in groups of two, so it would be better if you finished it today. But it's your decision to choose what you want to do in your free time."

Ugh. Assignment? Ugh. Groups of two?

..I'll probably pair up with the nerd and let him do all the work. That's a good plan.

Mr. Miller left the classroom (Why did he leave anyway? Maybe I should start listening to the teachers...nah.) and it was silent for a few seconds. After everyone was sure he was out of hearing distance they started blabbing on an on about whatever stuff it is that I don't care about. I didn't listen to their conversations, but really, why would I? I doubted they would say anything that was relevant (oh yeah, I know a smart word!) to me.

It was just when two of the biggest idiots in class (the immature kind not the nerdy ones like Fredward is) started flinging rubber bands at one another (really..? even I wouldn't do that) that I got tired of it. So I just got up from my seat wordlessly and sat under the table (so that I could have my peace and wouldn't get hit by a rubber band (duh) ), taking my PearPod with me. I finally started to relax with the music, bobbing my head along to the tune when I felt a presence beside me. Looking to my right I saw Freddie, sitting under the table as well.

Uh..

"What the fuck are you doing here Fredward? That's my spot!" I told him and pushed him away so he fell on his nubbish face. Serves him right. No one disturbs mama's peace (except maybe Carls – but Carly never really counts).

Freddie sat up and brushed himself off. "Really, Sam? I don't think that's necessary. We can share, can't we?"

I sighed and pretended to think, even though I knew he was right. Because, even though he annoys the hell out of me (oh, he does), he's my best friend and I guess I could share my spot with him.

"Okay, on one condition."

"I don't think I have any meat products with me today, sorry."

I lightly punched his shoulder. "Not meat, dumbass. You serve as my pillow. Oh, and we're listening to my music, got it?"

He shrugged and then moved around so he sat cross-legged in front of me. "Sure, whatever."

I gave him an earbud from my PearPod, put on my (currently) favorite song (it changes so fast..) and then lied down with my head in his lap. I kinda expected it to be awkward, but come on, we were friends (kinda) since sixth grade. You grow comfortable with each other.

Actually it was pretty damn comfortable. Maybe I should hire Freddie as a personal pillow..

Suddenly I heard another voice then the one of the singer singing along to the song. I looked up to see Freddie's lips moving and realized he was the one singing. It wasn't really bad, but it wasn't good either. Maybe good enough for a karaoke bar or some shit like that. Dunno, never been in one.

"And now you're screaming, so can you forgive me?"

At this point I was totally and utterly disturbed. Why does Freddie know the lyrics to my favorite song? He's a geek, so he's supposed to listen to geek music, and not cool stuff like me (oh yeah)!

"Why the hell do you know the lyrics to my favorite song, Fredgeek?"

"Um..because I like it?" he asked and I saw that he was totally confused.

"Yeah but since when do you listen to Escape The Fate? They're too cool for you!"

At this he laughed. Why did the dweeb laugh? I meant it!

"Stop laughing!"

And he laughed harder. I was really starting to get pissed off, so I simply yanked the earbud out of his ear.

"Oh, come on Sam, don't be childish! I happen to like their music, so what, am I not allowed to?"

"NO!"

Really, it was so obvious, why didn't he get it? Argh..boys are so confusing..

"I'm sorry Sam, okay? Just let me listen again," he sighed and pouted a little. He looked so pathetic, I decided to let him listen again. Cause I'm just awesome like that.

"Okay, whatever," I told him and gave him back his earbud. He smiled contently (just like a little child..weird) and plugged it in again.

We continued to listen to music silently for a little while and I actually started to get really sleepy until I was almost asleep, only aware of the music. It was like heaven, considering I couldn't really sleep last night.

Just as I felt myself totally drifting away someone started shaking my shoulder. Groaning I opened my eyes only to find Freddie looking at me from above. He looked kinda different from below, maybe even a little more handsome than usually (There, I said it. I mean, I'm not blind. Even though I don't like to admit it, the nub is kinda handsome, and he has quite a few girls after him..but his dorky personality overweighs his outward appearance. Too bad for him.), but whatever. I still got mad at him for waking me up just at the brink of sleep.

"What?" Yeah, I'm not really eloquent (smart word again!) when I'm tired.

"Wendy saw Mr. Miller come up the hallway, so we should get up.."

He was probably right. I rubbed my eyes for a moment, then I sat up and ran a hand through my hair. Just as I stretched I heard Mr. Miller enter the classroom and sit down in his desk.

Freddie got up from the ground and crawled out from under the table, I followed him a moment after. As we stood to sit down in our chairs, everyone's eyes were on us and I had a feeling of deja vú.

Mr. Miller looked at us with a disturbed expression. "I don't wanna know what you were doing under there.."

At first I didn't get it, but then I took in Freddie's and mine disheveled appearances (you know, from sitting under a table and pushing/being pushed and almost falling asleep) and finally understood what he was hinting at. If I didn't blush the first few times Mr. Miller embarrassed me, I definitely did now.

How could he assume we were doing something like that?

It's not that I'm prude (oh no..) but...with Freddie, under a table at school? No way.

I glared at Mr. Miller, but his disturbed expression didn't leave once. By now I was sure he was just acting.

He wouldn't really believe that..would he?

I walked around the table with my head down and just as I was about to sit, the bell ringed to dismiss class. Thank God.

I grabbed my stuff and got the hell out of there. I didn't even want to imagine the rumors that were about to spread..

A/N: Okay, so this thing I wanted to explain: Sam starting to smoke. Yeah I know that smoking is bad, believe me (I hate smoking btw, I always try to get my friends to stop..), but it just seems like something that Sam would do to me, just like the whole cussing thing. She already says 'chiz' on the show, as well as 'skunk bag', which to me sound awfully alike to real life cuss words.

So yeah, I hope that explains it a bit.

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