A/N: Hey guys! Long time no see, yeah? I'M SO SORRY! I know it's been like, almost two months, which is unforgivable! Hopefully you didn't forget about me! But I'm back, and I promise I'll try to update more regularly. I have SO SO many excuses: school, keeping up with the guy I like, etc etc, but I won't use them. SORRY, SORRY, SORRY (as Super Junior would say)

Random thought: Any of you Harry Potter fans? Friday night I got to see Harry Potter 7, since I live in China, and it was amazing! Do you guys think Harry or Ron is better?

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Chapter 5

Previously on iAm Not That Tough

"What do you mean?" Missy asks frantically, but Sam's already walking off toward her locker when suddenly she bumps into someone with a pair of brown eyes. Deep brown eyes.

Oh, crap.

"Hey, Puckett," Freddie says in his normal, friendly way.

Too bad Sam's not in the mood for 'normal friendliness'. "I heard about you and Carly," She sneers, frowning just a little bit.

Looking a little confused, he shrugs, and then a smile breaks out on his face at just the mention of her name. Sam grits her teeth as he begins to speak. "Yeah, I figured she'd tell you, you guys being best friends and all. I'm super psyched, you know, I've liked her for a while now."

"Good for you, Fredward," Sam hisses. Shoving into his side, she starts walking off. "I don't want to hear about this."

"You don't like the idea of Carly and me as a couple?" Freddie asks, confused.

She turns around, mouth twisted in a scowl. "It makes me want to puke up blood."

His face twists in confusion now. She doesn't stop to look at him, but instead walks off like she has a place to go.

As if.


One day that week, Sam's phone rings. Confused (not many people have been calling her recently), she picks up on the first ring without so much as a glance at the Caller ID.

"Sam?" A girly voice rings in her ear.

Sighing, she responds, "What do you want, Carly?"

A hurt Carly replies, "I thought you said you aren't mad at me."

"I'm not," Sam lies. "But why are you calling me?"

"I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out, go to Groovy Smoothie," Carly says cautiously. "But since you hate me now…I mean, I was gonna buy for both of us…"

Sam hesitates for a second, weighing her options. Food outweighs anger in her mind, so she replies, "Meet you there in an hour."

"An hour?" Carly questions quizzically.

"I just woke up," Sam explains.

"Ah," Sam can almost feel Carly nodding on the other end. "All right. See ya in an hour."

Resisting the urge to just crawl back into bed and stay there, Sam climbs out of bed. She heads to the bathroom to get ready.

Why did I agree to this? She thinks as she brushes her teeth.


However, Sam is greeted with a shock once she arrives at the Groovy Smoothie. Carly isn't sitting by herself as Sam had expected her to be, no, she's sitting with the one and only Fredward Karl Benson.

In an opposite corner, the red-headed demon Missy is sitting by herself, watching them. She's grasping a straw. But she's not sipping through it; instead, she's punching holes in her drink with it, stabbing it. Which is exactly what Sam feels like doing now. Not going to sit with them.

But she musters up all her strength and courage and goes to the corner where Carly is.

"Hi, Carly," She says pointedly, in a way that implies that she thought that only Carly was going to be here.

"Oh. Hey, Sam," Carly glances at her watch. "Has it been an hour already? I guess time flies when you're having fun, eh, Freddie?"

"Yeah," Freddie replies nervously. Glancing at Sam's angry face, he stutters, "Don't worry, I was just leaving."

Biting her lip to keep from saying anything she'll regret, Sam spits out, "Good," and slides into the seat across from Carly.

The brunette boy that both girls like grins at Carly. "Bye, Carly."

"Bye, Freddie," She answers, a blush forming on her face. Once he is gone, she turns to Sam. "Sorry about that. I didn't realize you were coming so soon."

"No…problem," Sam hisses. She's honestly trying not to say anything mean to Carly.

"Yeah," Carly blushes like the girly-girl she is. "I was here alone, and I got really bored. Then I remembered how close Freddie lives, so I texted him and asked him to come here. He agreed and then showed up. But, you know, it was pretty awkward and everything. I'd suppose that's how most first dates are. He hardly talked-"

"Wait a minute," Sam interjected. "It was a date?"

Carly turns even redder. "Well, I don't know. I don't think we're boyfriend and girlfriend yet."

"Yet?" questions Sam.

"Well, I like him," Carly states it like it's obvious. Which it probably is- meaning that Sam must be pretty oblivious. "And he likes me. That means we're probably predestined to get together sometime." Clasping her hands on the table, she goes off on another tangent. "You know, it was really awkward. Gibby showed up here and saw us. He asked what we were doing here alone together- as if it wasn't obvious!" Carly giggled. "But, you know, he seemed pretty angry. Jealous, should I say?"

"You think Gibby likes you?" Sam inquires.

"I don't know," Carly twists her hands together on top of the table. "He is pretty cute. Oh, man, what am I saying? I'm going out with Freddie- I can't be thinking romantic thoughts about Gibby of all people!"

Sam's eyebrow shoots up. "Wow."

"I mean, sure, Freddie's incredibly boring, but he's still cuter than Gibby!" Carly continues.

"Boring? Why?" Sam puts in.

"He doesn't really seem to have much to say," Carly shrugs. "I usually started the conversation. And when I asked him what he was thinking about, he said, 'I'm thinking of something to say!'"

"Oh." Sam just summarizes her thoughts. "Um, boring."

"I know!" Carly squeals. "But still, at least he likes me!"

"Yeah," Sam whispers quietly. "At least you have that."

Unlike me.


"Carly!" Wendy runs up to Carly at her locker the next day. "You're going to die once I tell you what I just saw. And not in the good way."

"Is there a good way to die?" Sam retorts. Wendy shoots her a confused look, so she shuts her mouth.

Still confused, Wendy continues, "Freddie got his hair cut!"

"What?" Carly exclaims, frowning. "Oh, crap! Does it look…"

"Incredibly dorky," Wendy cuts in, laughing. "You wouldn't believe it."

Hanging her head, Carly whispers, "Does he still look cute?"

Wendy shakes her head. "In fact, he might even look even worse than Gibby. I feel bad for you, Carly."

"You know, it's not all about appearance," Sam puts in. The other two girls shoot her incredulous looks.

"So you would date an ugly guy, Sam?" Wendy chortles. "Aw, man, Carly, come on, and follow me. I'll show you the horrific-ness."

Interested, Sam follows behind the pair until her eyes finally land on the brunette boy. "Hey, Carly," Freddie says.

His hair is, like, shorn.

It doesn't fall around his face and frame it perfectly like it used to. In fact, it's cut in the ugly bowl cut that Sam so despises. However, she's not pleased to find that her heart still speeds up when she sees him. Her palms still sweat, and she's still nervous.

Oh, well, Sam sighs internally. Guess this proves that I don't base my crushes on appearance or this guy would be so dead to me.

"He looks horrible," Carly whispers loudly to Wendy.

Cracking up, Wendy hisses through laughter, "Yeah, I know. Poor, poor you, Carly."

"I know. What am I going to do?" Carly wails.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sam sees Missy, a malicious grin on her face. Turning to her companion Valerie, Missy says loud enough for Carly to hear (which was probably her intent), "Told ya this would happen. That loser Carly only likes guys when they look good enough for her or have hair that is long enough to meet her standards."

"I can't help my hormones," Carly yells back, upset.

Sam can't help but wonder how Freddie is oblivious to all of this. She wishes she was. She wishes that, at this point, she wasn't agreeing with Missy over her best friend. She wishes that what Missy was saying wasn't true.

But it is.

Carly only likes guys when they look good enough.

Suddenly, Freddie whips around, obviously having been told what was going on by one of his guy friends. "Is that true, Carly?"

Carly's mouth falls open.

A/N: Not too good. But yeah, cliffy again. I didn't mean to make Carly so… vain, narcissistic but one of my friends is like this and I think it's hilarious. Anyone for Cibby? XD

Yeah, so much (has) happened that I can't wait to write about! So get ready for some more mafan stories coming to your computer screen!

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