Hey, thanks for checking out my story. This is my first iCarly story, and I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Not very much of the story gets revealed in the first few chapters, so I'm crossing my fingers and hoping you all don't get bored haha.
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, all I own is this plot.
"Ms. Puckett, this is English, not American Sign Language," Mr. Fib reprimanded, and the blond shrugged, not bothering to apologize for her obscene hand gesture.
"Shit happens," Sam responded to her teacher as she blew on her middle finger as if it were the smoking barrel of a gun, and then pretended to put it into a holster at her left side.
The girl's brunette friend glared at her friend's poor behavior, but it was obvious that she was trying to fight down a smile.
"Sam, you need to be nicer to people," the blonde's friend whispered to her once the teacher had turned back around to scribble down notes on why using the word 'exuberant' would enhance one's vocabulary considerably.
"Yeah, when ham flies," Sam replied, leaning back in her seat, putting into full demonstration how much she didn't care about anything, especially not this class.
The brunette boy, who sat behind the brunette girl, decided it was appropriate that he should speak. "So, Carly, I was wondering if after school we could finally go, I dunno, on a date or something?"
"Freddie," Carly sighed, then took a deep breath in preparation for her long response, "no."
Freddie's hopeful expression immediately dropped, and he leaned back in his seat, looking as if he may slide out at any moment from utter disappointment that his ritualistic propositioning of his best friend failed once more.
"Aw dip!" Sam exclaimed suddenly, standing up and wiping at her shirt that was now covered in dark blue pen ink.
"Samantha!" the teacher exclaimed, nearly shrieking in horror as he saw the mess on Sam's clothes. He was a rather neat-freakish teacher who would faint if he stepped in so much as a muddy puddle.
"My pen exploded on me, Derek," Sam said. "Can I go to the bathroom and wash it off?"
"Don't call me Derek, I'm your teacher!" was Mr. Fib's attempt at correcting the incorrigible Sam.
"Yeah, yeah," the blond muttered on her way out the door waving a forged hall pass over her head.
While her best friend walked out the door, Carly sighed and shook her head. As she stared at the board blankly – as students often did – she couldn't help but feel that she was being watched.
Slowly, but surely, Carly turned her head to the left. Whew, no one was looking there.
She turned her head to the right, and from the corner of the room, the new girl, whose name she had not yet mastered, seemed to be casting her an unwavering glare that somehow turned Carly's blood to ice, and her heart to pure stone.
She willed herself to turn away, but for some reason, just couldn't. The girl, whose blond rock-star hair was admittedly of Carly's envy, arched an eyebrow, and a second later, Sam came through the door in her normal disruptive fashion.
"I couldn't get it out, so I borrowed Gibby's shirt," she announced as she began to walk towards her desk.
The girl broke her gaze with Carly and focused her leer on Sam, who seemed none the wiser as she slid into her seat in her patented 'I don't care' position.
Carly, still shaking the chills from her body, couldn't help but to admonish her friend. "Stop stealing Gibby's clothes," she demanded.
"Eh," Sam shrugged.
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"Hey, Sam," Carly began as she opened the door to her loft.
"Yeah, Carls?" Sam all but waltzed in and towards the fridge.
"Did you notice the new girl today? She was glaring daggers at us," Carly said, rubbing up and down her arms to fend off the chills that were awakened at the memory.
"You mean 'rock-star-hair' girl?" Sam asked, hitting the jackpot when she found a lone Tupperware container hiding in the back of the refrigerator.
"Yeah, her… Did you do something to offend her?" she questioned, knowing her friend had a talent for doing so. She walked over to the counter and picked up a note from Spencer, saying that he was at Socko's, working on getting his cousin Rob out of jail.
The brunette rolled her eyes at the absurdity.
"Why does it always have to be that I offended someone, or gave someone a wedgie, or stole their lunch money? Maybe you offended her," Sam retorted with a grin.
"Well, maybe I did," Carly mused as she watched Sam down several slices of ham, smiling at her endearingly.
"Anyhow, if she tries anything, I'll take care of her," Sam said, reinforcing her statement by cracking her knuckles. Although Carly didn't condone violence, it did comfort her to know that Sam would, as always, be watching out for her.
I hope that wasn't too bad of a start, please review, it means a lot when you do! Until next time, farewell!