iPrincess of the Prom(An iCarly Fanfiction)

2. I'm not leaving you

So sorry I took so long getting this chapter out. I'll start writing Chapter three right after I publish this to make up for it. Love you guys! Thank you so much for voting and commenting! I appreciate it a lot!

I run down the hall, my face streaked with tears. All I can think over and over again is how I just can't believe she said that. My mind is trying in vain to block all these thoughts out but it's just not working. All I can hear is Carly's angry voice telling me I should kill myself, running on an endless loop through my head. Even if she didn't mean to say it and didn't even straight out use those exact words, it still came out of her mouth. I can't help thinking that maybe she really does feel that way and has just been hiding it from me. I don't even know anymore. I can't think or speak; can't even breathe without my throat closing up and my emotions threatening to choke me to death.

The first place I think to go is the Shay's apartment and the irony of that almost makes me laugh. I could return to my own house but I'm not really welcome there anymore. Mom's probably got some guy over and it would be really uncomfortable to get caught in the middle of that. That leaves me with basically no options. Where else can I go? I sigh. I'll deal with that later, right now I just need to work on drying my eyes and not looking like a pathetic, sniveling fool. I wander for a while and finally end up chilling in my favorite abandoned art room, sitting on the floor under a large window next to the sinks for washing the paint brushes off. Though I keep my little stool and food stash, along with a small pile of my favorite books, laying around, I collapse to the floor and settle in, planning on doing absolutely nothing for the next few hours.

"Sam?" Someone calls. Of course I can't just have some alone time. I freak out. Who would know about this spot but me? I haven't even told Carly, not that I'd expect her to come looking for me now. She wouldn't dare risk a tardy in class, even after telling her best friend aka me that she would be happier if I died. Academics always come first with Carly. Always.

"I know you're in here," a male's voice calls out and immediately I know who it belongs to. Of course.

I raise my hand in greeting high enough for him to see above the stacks of cardboard boxes surrounding me.

"Hey Freddo," I greet him weakly, quickly wiping away any tears that remained on my flushed cheeks.

"Hey demon," he replies, thankfully not commenting on my lack of ferociousness. He drops down onto the floor beside me about a foot away. "So. How're you doing?"

Awful but why would you care? "Just peachy," I answer back.

He chuckles and rolls his eyes. "I'm sure you are."

There's a long awkward pause and I don't even try to think of something else to say. He came to me, not the other way around. He wants to invade my private space, he can find something to talk about or just live with the incredibly awkward moment this is turning into.

I peer over at Freddie after another minute of perfect silence to find him looking around the room with wide, wondering eyes. Oh. So that's why he's not speaking. I contemplate asking him what he's looking at but I kind of already know the answer. So I just

wait.

"This is amazing," he finally says, still staring at the shelves full of art around us. His eyes are focused on one of my favorites, a small abstract picture of a heart. It was made to look like it was a machine, with screws and nuts and bolts sticking out of it. I'd written "Love's Complicated" in the corner.

This room, room 361, used to be the main art room but got replaced halfway through my freshman year. Mrs. Mailyn used to teach in here. It really made me angry when she was fired, considering she was one of the few teachers I didn't despise at this school. I had Modern Art with her that year and it completely changed my life. I was still locked inside my head with all my anger and frustrations back then and she taught me to channel my emotions into my work. I'm not that bitter, violent girl I used to be anymore. I'm still a little violent with my favorite nub and my temper's still a bit on the short side, but Mrs. Mailyn really helped me to stop getting into so much trouble and I feel calmer than I have in a long time.