iMakeover (an iCarly Story)

22. "Drumroll please... "

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Sam's POV

'Brrriiiiiiiiinng!'

Oh, thank god," I say out loud and jump out of my seat in History, running into the hall.
"Sam!" I hear someone yelling my name but I'm not stopping on the chance that yet another dweeb will try to ask for my number. Sorry Carls.
"Sam," Carly says again, hurrying to catch up. "It wasn't that bad."
"God, Carls, I know I've said its easy for you, just flirting and getting guys to do everything for you but I was wrong. I understand your pain, now GET THEM TO STAY AWAY FROM ME!!"
Carly gives me a look and tries to subtly gesture around us. "Uh, Sam?"
"What!" Then I notice we've reached Mr. Haupt's room, the only class Carly, Freddie, and I have together and of course everyone is staring at us, more me since I'm Sam, I'm in a dress and I just screamed in class. Fantastic.
"Um, girls? Would you care to sit down?" Mr. Haupt asks, giving us an odd look, half amused from my outburst, and half confused, probably from Carly and I looking like we switched clothes on picture day.
Carly goes to sit down in the front with the other good girls. We used to all sit together but Carly said Freddie and I's fighting distracts her too much. Priss.

"Class, I'll be right back. I need to get some more calculators from Ms. Briggs room." He visibly shivers.

"Good luck," someone mutters.

"Thank you. Please behave while I'm gone," he says.

"Of course," I reply sweetly and he gives me a look. "I mean it Sam."

"Yeah, yeah."

Of course, the moment he's out the door, it's pandemonium.

Everyone jumps out of their seats simultaneously and starts roaming around. Someone taps my shoulder and I turn to see Jonah standing there. I can't believe I ever actually liked that douche.

"You look very attractive today, Sam. Any reason? Maybe missin' an old ex?"
He grins at me and I wrinkle my nose in disgust.

"Yeah, like I'd ever try to impress a bottom dweller like you," I say and walk to the back, nodding to Freddie in a subtle greeting. He smiles at me.

"Who are you trying to impress then? Tech boy?" Jonah snorts, obviously thinking that would never be the case.
Well, I'll prove him wrong.

"How do you know I wasn't?" I say, smirking. "Freddie's a cutie. In fact, I bet you at least half the girls in this room have had a crush on him at some point."

Carly's staring at me like I just grew another head and Freddie just looks happily shocked.

"Oh yeah? Well, let's see." He smirks and turns his attention to the room.

"Yo, people!" 'How charming,' I think.

"Sam just said that her tech boy, freddie," he says the name jeeringly, "is a 'cutie' and bet me that at least half the girls in this room have had a crush on him at some point or another. Let's test her theory and make her eat her words, shall we?" That smirk is beginning to irritate me.
He turns to me.
"And let's say, if I win, you have to go out with me with me again," he says grinning.
I make a face but don't say anything.
"And if I win?" I ask.
"You can do anything you choose," he says sweetly. He's really confident about this bet. Hoping that I didn't make the wrong choice in my faith in Freddie's attractiveness to girls that aren't me, I turn to face the rest of the room with a confident smirk of my own resting on my lips. They don't need to know I'm scared.

"So anyway, ladies, raise your hand if you have ever had a crush on Fredward Benson." Of course he'd use his full nubbyish name.

Four girls with sheepish looks slowly raise their hands and Jonah looks a little surprised, but still satisfied that its not enough. There are sixteen girls in this class. It's not enough. I notice Carly isn't raising her hand.