


The First Cut Is The Deepest

by Princess-Warrior 17



Category: iCarly
Genre: Angst, Romance
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2012-12-26
Updated: 2012-12-26
Packaged: 2013-08-14 12:55:33
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 631
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8838416/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/4048065/Princess-Warrior-17
Summary: "Have you ever been cut and scarred by a guy you really liked? Now that hurts. I would know; I've been there lots of times. I have scares on my heart to prove it. That's why I don't fall. It's not worth it it to hear, 'I love you,' again. It doesn't mean anything anymore." -Sam Puckett Sam has been hurt too many times. Will things be different when a new boy moves to Seattle? AU.





	The First Cut Is The Deepest

**A/N:**

_So, I really don't know what this is. I just found it on my computer and thought, "Why not?" I changed the names around a little bit, to match it up with Seddie. This is pretty much just a preface of a multi-chapter. If people (and that means you guys) actually like this and think it can go somewhere, I'll continue with it. If not, I can trash it. No hard feelings there. I've just been desperate to post something, and I have nothing else prepped for an update. _

_Basically, the outline of the story is that Sam has been hurt so many times, which goes along with her characterization. She has been 'cut' by guys who she has had serious feelings for. Except, things are different when a new boy named Freddie moves to Seattle. This is slightly AU-ish because they don't meet until they're sixteen. Like I said, I have no idea where this idea came from. I'm just going with it._

_Please review if you are willing to. I know it's not up to my usual work, but I'm hoping to expand on it. It's an introduction to the real story at this point._

**Disclaimer:**

_I don't own iCarly. It's as simple as that. _

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**The First Cut Is The Deepest**

**PREFACE**

He leaned closer, blowing a warm breath of air into my face as he sighed. His smoldering brown eyes rippled with emotion, trapping me. I started to inch backward, but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me in towards him.

Before he could say anything, I jumped in with sharp remark.

"Stop it, Freddie. Don't touch me," I announced icily. "Just leave me alone."

"Why? Why won't you let me get close to you?" he asked, releasing his hold on my wrist. Instead, he reached out to gently stroke my cheek.

It took me a moment before I realized that if I continued to let him touch me, I would grow weak. And I wasn't about to that happen, so I pushed his hand away. Standing up from the ground, I brushed off the dirt from my clothes.

"Do you need to ask?" I snarled, turning to leave. I didn't make it that far before he spun me around, holding me by the shoulders.

"This is different. _We _are different. Sam, I'm not going to cut you. You're not going to bleed. I'm not like the other guys who have used and abused you, okay? They just wanted a girl they could parade around with. They didn't want you like I want you. Don't you see? Sam…" he said my name slowly, trailing off for a second.

Then, he took a deep breath and said, "I'm in love with you. I know it's a little premature because we only met a few months ago, but I'm telling you the truth. I'm crazy about you, Sam."

I stared at him, feeling the anger coiling inside of me, like a cobra ready to strike. I had heard those words before. Knew that they didn't mean a thing. Freddie might have said that he was different, but he wasn't. All guys were the same, no matter how 'different' or 'special' they claimed to be.

He tried to touch me again, in hopes that I would relent and fall into his arms, promising that I felt the same way. Of course, I knew better than to open the gaping hole in my heart. So I left. Ran far away, without looking back once. No goodbyes, no tears. And definitely no saying "I love you" back to him.


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