Sooo here's the next chapter, reviews are awesome, and really appreciated, so thanks to everyone who's reviewed, or even read this. I'd love some more though, they make me write quicker ;)

Sam's POV

I can't believe I just did that, what's Griffin gonna think? That I like Freddie? I hope not, because I don't, I just felt guilty. And what's Freddie gonna think? I don't even wanna think about what he might think.

I heard everyone start whispering to each other. Great.

"Freddie, you're free to go. Sam, that's detention again tomorrow." I just shrugged and sat down next to Griffin without looking into his eyes. I hate this so much. Well detention has to be over soon, only, 55 miniutes left, ugh. And it didn't take too long for Ms. Briggs to finally leave and everyone to start talking.

"So why'd you tell the truth?"

"I just couldn't take the guilt, it was eating me alive," I shrugged. He nodded.

"Oh I have iCarly rehearsals after detention, do you wanna come?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"iCarly?" Oh yeah, I never told him about it.

"Oh, it's this webshow we do," I explained.

"Oh yeah, I think I've heard of that. Sure, I'll come," he said smiling.

"Great," I said said smiling sort of awkwardly. The rest of detention was pretty boring, why? Because 'it' came back, a.k.a. Ms. Briggs, I'm just tired of her name.

"Okay, you're all free, but first, all of you do 20 pushups," said 'it' with a smirk on her face as she told us this.

"Sorry, but you aren't allowed to give us physical punishments, and anyways, detention is officially over, you don't 'own' us anymore," I said smirking back at her before walking out.

I started to walk to Carly's place relieved that detention was finally over, oh crap, isn't Griffin supposed to come too? How did I forget about him, it's not like he's gonna remember exactly where it is, and even if he does, how the heck is he supposed to remember the exact room? And if he asks Lewbert, I don't even wanna begin thinking about what could happen, but-

My thoughts were interupted when a certain someone put his arm around me making me smile.

"Hey babe," Griffin said looking down at me. Man, this guy is tall, then again, I'm a pretty short person.

"Hey," I said leaning against him slightly.

"You should've been there after you said that to Briggy, her face was, well again, priceless," he said laughing.

"Briggy?" I said noticing the nickname.

"Yeah, she doesn't deserve the 'Ms.' part so I shortened it to Briggy," he laughed again.

"I just call her 'it' now, but Briggy is so much better," I said laughing.

"Nice, and I'm pretty sure we're here," he said and I looked over to see the lovely apartment.

"Prepare to meet Lewbert," I muttered.

"Who?"

"The doorman- annoying, pathetic, has a giant wart," I said describing him.

"He sounds pleasant," he said sarcastically.

"You have no idea," I said laughing a little.

We walked in and first thing that happened was I slipped on the apparently wet floor, but luckily Griffin was there to catch me.

"Would it kill to put up a wet floor sign?" I asked as Lewbert came in angrily and then started yelling out random sounds before throwing a wet floor sign over the desk which made an ear shattering sound as it hit the floor.

"Yeah, he seems nice," said Griffin as we hurried out of the lobby and up to Carly's place.

"Hey Spence," I said walking in with Griffin.

"Umm, hi, who's this?" he asked eyeing Griffin.

"Oh, this is Griffin, he's my boyfriend, so is Carly here?"

"Yeah, she's in the studio."

"Cool," I said before running up the stairs with Griffin.

"Hey Carls, I'd like you to meat Griffin," I said walking in. Her mouth flew open when she saw him.

"Hey," said Griffin casually.

"Uhh-umm, hi," she stuttered her mouth still hanging open.

"So where's the dork?" I asked.

"He's on his way," she said still eyeing Griffin.

"I'm here," said Freddie walking in. Speak of the devil.

"Great," I muttered.

"Wait, why is he here?" he asked looking at Griffin.

"I invited him here," I say still not making any eye contact.

"Of course you did," he groaning.

"And what's your problem with it?" I asked.

"Oh nothing, just that he almost got me in detention today," he said glaring at Griffin.

"Yeah, well, you didn't get detention," I said thinking back to the beginning of detention.

"Whatever, let's just start rehearsals," he sighed, and Griffin leaned back against the car prop. How can he not beat up Freddie with all those things he said? And right in front of him? Oh yeah, he's perfect, just perfect.