My Little Ballerina

Three Days Later

Carly's POV

I couldn't get Nevel's stupid review out of my mind. What's with this? All I can think of is the possibility of Sam prancing around in a tutu! It's difficult to imagine, but trust me, it can be done. I mean, at the pageant, she danced so well. Was it because she had been dancing all these years? Or was it just a coincidence that she remembered the steps really well? I needed to talk to her. She didn't show up at school on Monday and she didn't respond to any of my texts. I talked to Freddie, but he just shrugged and changed the subject.

I tried texting her for the third time that night.

Sam, you really have to talk to me! I'm sorry! How many times do I have to say it? Talk to me!

I hit send and plopped back down on my bed.

Sam's POV

"You know, Carly's really worried about you."

"Yeah, and she knows my secret!"

"Does Spiderman's best friend know his secret?"

"Nub."

"Seriously, she's your best friend."

"Does Spiderman even have a best friend?"

"I don't know. I've never even read a Spiderman comic!"

"Oh really? Why did I find a stash of comic books under your bed?"

"Those are Batman."

"Same difference."

"Batman's so much cooler."

"Uh-huh. Emo superheroes just scream, 'I'm awesome!'"

Freddie was walking with me to some theater where we were having dress rehearsal, which is possibly my least favorite day of the year. It's a stressful frenzy of insane parents and missing costumes and the ones who don't have any problems are still about to explode. And I have to find whoever spilled to Nevel.

"So. . . we're here." Freddie said, and I hadn't even realized where we were. It was just a small building, not much from the outside and probably used by a theater group.

"I'm gonna find who talked to Nevel."

"I know you will."

"I'll see you in a few hours." I kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled. "Try not to hurt anyone! See you later. If I get hit by a car and die, remember that I love you!"

I scoffed. "You won't die. If I spontaneously combust and die, remember that I love you!"

"Of course." And we went our separate ways, with nothing but a corny, mushy, and completely lame-couple-cliché goodbye as a farewell. Why did I even just think that? Fredlumps is turning me into a sappy girlfriend. Bleh. Samantha never even liked that.

I walked into the theater, and got into my I'm-gonna-kill-someone-and-need-lots-of-rage mood. Someone in my dance class had talked to Nevel, the entire world knew my secret, and I definitely hated that.

The theater had some sort of classrooms, which was weird, but it kept everything less hectic, and I walked down the hallway to find the sign for my class. I passed up the different age groups, which I was greeted with by different sounds.

Youth Ballet 3 through 6. Classical music and lots of whiny preschoolers.

Youth Ballet 7 through 9. Abigail's class. Lots of yelling by the parents.

Youth Jazz. Lady Gaga was blasting from this room. I couldn't hear much else.

Youth Tap. Clack. Click. Clack. The biggest reason I don't do tap dancing.

Intermediate Ballet. This classroom was empty, it was probably their turn for the stage.

Intermediate Jazz. Crazy middle schoolers were fighting over costumes, makeup, and candy.

Intermediate Tap. Empty too. Normal, considering everyone in Intermediate Ballet was in Tap, too. Pointless that they made two classrooms.

Pointe I. Colbie Caillat was playing gently inside, and everyone in the class was reading magazines or talking quietly in groups.

Advanced Ballet and ALL MAIN CHARACTERS. The words "All main characters" were all capitalized and highlighted like crazy. I get it. All main characters. I stepped into the class, ready to take on whoever did it.

I opened the door. Most of the class was putting on costumes and talking.

"Who did it?" My voice rang through the room, and everyone grew silent. They all stared at me.

"Did any of you hear me? WHO DID IT?" I was shouting now. Some girls looked confused, while others looked worried.

"You, Veronica, with the computer." I pointed to a redhead who had a laptop open. "Go to Nevelocity."

"Don't tell me no one knows. Veronica, go back to three days ago." Veronica looked somewhat scared, but quickly found posts from three days ago. She looked up at me.

"Read it. Out loud."

She did, her voice shaking.

"Now, I want to know. Who blabbed to Nevel? One thing I know, Nevel doesn't care about random girls in a dance class. How did he find me? Another thing I know is that it was one of you. So who spilled?"

"What if Carly told him?" A girl named Ashley raised her hand a little, as if it was wrong to speak.

"Carly knows nothing. She can't."

"Why not?" Caroline stood in the corner of the room, arms crossed. She was halfway into her Queen of Hearts costume, so she simply wore a black leotard and red tights. It just screamed, 'EVIL!', but she was like, my best dance friend, and I knew she'd never do it.

"Because, if Carly knows," I said with a small smile to Caroline, knowing I could trust her, "everyone knows. She doesn't like gossip, but she can't keep a secret."

"So, once more. Who blabbed to Nevel?"

Caroline's POV

The classroom looked just like Wonderland. There was the Hatter, and Tweedledee/Tweedledum, and the White Rabbit, and the White Queen. It was Wonderland before Alice came, and I dreaded the moment for when she would.

When Samantha came in, she flipped out on us. She was screaming and threatening us and demanding for someone to tell her who talked to Nevel. I stayed completely normal. I wasn't scared of her.

"Because," she had said, rolling her eyes at me, "if Carly knows, everyone knows. She doesn't like gossip, but she can't keep a secret."

She huffed. "So, once more. Who blabbed to Nevel?"

Freddie's POV

"Hey people." I walked into Carly's apartment to find Spencer taking pictures of his sculpture. It was actually pretty cool looking. Carly came downstairs. "Hey Freddie!"

"Hey Carly, whatcha up to?"

She stuck out her tongue. "Homework, ugh. You?" She plopped down on the couch and I sat beside her.

"Had to take Abbie to dress rehearsal for dance."

"Ooh, super fun!" she laughed.

"You know, I was thinking, what if Nevel's article is true? What if Sam is off playing ballerina?"

Crap. Lie, Freddie. Lie, lie, lie. "Like that would happen. Seriously, try to envision it."

"I can't!"

"Speaking of dance, my mom's dragging me to Abbie's recital. Wanna come?"

"Ohmigod, yes! I love looking at their costumes!"

"Awesome! Do you have any iced tea?"

She got up. "Do you want lemon?"

I had a sudden flashback of Sabrina. "No thanks."

She went into the kitchen, and I pulled out my phone I quickly typed a message.

Sam, taking Carly to recital with me. She has to know, she's already suspicious.

I hit send, and Carly came back with two drinks for each of us. I turned on the TV and felt my phone vibrate. I read the message as Carly said, "Ew, Galaxy Trek? I'm putting on Girly Cow."

What? You can't! You're such a nub! Make her unsuspicious!

From: Princess Puckett

1:27 p.m.

I sighed and replied.

You have to tell her! I already invited her, and she's coming.

Send.

I didn't pay much attention to Girly Cow, my mind was on other things.

Sam texted me back.

There is no fathoming the depths of my hatred towards you.

From: Princess Puckett

1:29 p.m.

My phone vibrated again as I was about to text her back.

I don't hate you… Much. I'm just really pissed that Carly is gonna REALLY know, and I can't find who did it. D:

From: Princess Puckett

1:30 p.m.

I chuckled at this.

You can't find who did it? But you're so threatening! :O

"Hey," asked Carly, "who are you texting?"

"Uh, Jeremy."

"Cool. Have you talked to Gibby lately? He's supposed to fill in for Sam at the next iCarly."

Nooope. Nobody will say anything! I have to go now, my turn on stage. Sooooloooo!

From: Princess Puckett

1:32 p.m.

I glanced up at Carly, who was staring intently at Spencer's sculpture. It was pretty cool.

Have fun! And Carly coming will be good. BTW, you need to come back to iCarly, Gibby's filling in for you!

It's going to be forever until recital, isn't it?

OOO

I'm sorry for not updating, school has been CRAZY. I didn't think high school would be this insane. I have been writing it sentence by sentence, like, lucky to get in a paragraph every day. Squirrely, I'm REALLY SORRY for not having you go over this, please don't kill me! It's really more of a filler and I really just wanted to get it up. SORRY!

I'll try to update quicker from now on, and have all my chapters beta'd, I'm just happy I managed to finish this.

Y'all have ideas? I need them. I have three choices for what happens next chapter, y'all can vote.

1. Sam figures out Caroline did it, goes all crazy, Caroline quits dance after this year and they never talk again. Sam puts Nevel's article off as a lie, Carly sees Sam at the recital, and everyone's happy. Happy, happy end. J Very, very happy. Though Carly, Sam, and Fredlumps now all have internal turmoil because of this secret. But they're still happy. :D

2. Caroline gets away with it. Sam reveals everything o iCarly and just tells everyone to accept it. Carly freaks b/c Sam didn't tell her, and goes all crazy when she finds out Sam and Freddie are now all couply. Learns to accept it but still feels weird. Leaves room for a sequel (RETURN OF CAROLINE!)

3. Whatever you want, darlings. Just tell me and if it's amazing, I might uuuuuse it!

Y'all, I'm really, really sorry, especially to you, Squirrely! I'm sorry! Be merciful!

Love y'all, so until next time

Pray that I can update AND not fail school! Yay!

-Lyra