Hi... This is me with a crazy idea that just popped my head like 4 hours ago. To be honest I don't know from where this came from and where am I heading with this. I just had to write. I don't know how good or bad it is but your reviews or the lack of them will let me know.

I am posting this on my own... No Beta, no help... just me, myself and my brain. Please forgive any spelling or grammar mistake that you might see.

Welcome to my crazy fan-fiction brain.

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Chapter 1

Mercedes Jones was a very exceptional girl. She was driven, she knew what she wanted since an early age and she had a plan drawn to achieve all her goals. She wanted to create the life she always wanted, not because she was a maliciously ambitious bitch but because struggling has been part of her upbringing and she wanted something better for herself. She graduated high school at the top of her class and earned her free ride to college with an academic scholarship. Walking into the Yale University world was an out of the world experience for her because never in her life she thought that Ms. Small Town Mercedes was going to be able to make it into an Ivy League School. Even though social elitism is one of the characteristics that distinguish the schools that are part of the Ivy League, Mercedes found a very awesome group of friends that never saw her differently because she came from a different social stratum than them. In the contrary, they were always making her feel welcome into their lives and like she belonged with them. At this point in her life, Mercedes felt like everything was going exactly the way she wanted.

"Hey Mercedes!"

"Hola Santana, como estas?" Mercedes answered back, trying her best to sound like she was perfectly fluent in Spanish. Mercedes was on her way to the library when Santana Lopez, her feisty Latina friend, ran into her.

"I'm good. That accent is getting better and better. Next time my abuela sees you she's going to be very proud of her adoptive nieta." Santana replied with her particular teasing smile.

"You know me, I am very dedicated. There's a reason I'm here." Mercedes proudly answered.

"I know, I know." Santana said tangling her arm with her dear friend's arm. "Let's meet the other girls."

Mercedes stopped her tracks, making Santana almost stumble and fall. "I can't meet the girls."

"Why?" Santana said rolling her eyes. "What can be more interesting than having lunch with us?" Santana turned her head to look at her friend sporting a mischievous grin. "Don't tell me you finally found some hot foreign exchange student to tap this ass?" Santana added smacking her friend ass in front of some other students, who rapidly looked at them weirdly.

"Really Santana! You have to smack my ass in front of a bunch of strangers?" Santana snickered. "To answer your question; no, I don't have a hot date with a guy. I have a date with all my books and my notes. I have an exam in a couple of days and I still don't feel ready." Mercedes told her friend. "You know how important is for me to keep my grades and with this new part-time job I had to get to make some money my studying time has been cut slightly, which means less social life for me." She added sadly.

"That's ok, Mercy. Promise me you will call me later."

"Promise."

The friends went separated ways afterwards.

Mercedes was just like any other 18-year old, she wanted to enjoy life but at the same time she was not like the other 18-year old students that surrounded her at Yale and she had to work a bit harder than the rest of them to make her dreams come true. What she did not know was that a force of nature in the form of a young guy was going to turn her world upside down.

Meanwhile, in another area of the university was a young guy trying his best to avoid the life his parents chose for him. Sam Evans was a charming but snobbish southern boy who came from a wealthy southern family from Tennessee that built their fortune and name with a lot of sweat and hard work but forgot to show their little ones the sense of humility. With his good looks, personality and deep pockets, Sam portrayed himself as this real-life Ken but instead of letting himself being played with, he played with people's emotions as he pleased and when things were not going his way he tried to buy his way through life. For Sam Evans money was power, access and popularity. He was not a relationship's fan and for that reason, he had many girl friends but not a girlfriend. He believed in freedom and tying himself down with a girl meant dealing with too much drama he was not ready to handle. However, deep inside this young foolish man lived a dreamer that wanted to become a world-famous comic book illustrator instead of the lawyer his parents wanted him to be. Scared to vocalize his dreams and getting his parents' rejection, he decided to go with the flow and enjoy the other wonders of his privileged life.

"So Sam, how was the weekend getaway?" His friend Finn Hudson, another utterly stuck-up guy from Ohio, whose stepfather was the newly elected Senator Burt Hummel, asked him as he approached him in the students parking lot.

"It was good." He nonchalantly said.

"Just good? I mean, you went on an escapade with Rachel Berry and you return saying that it was just good. There's something wrong in your head." Finn quipped.

"I mean it and don't ask for details because you won't get them." Sam replied locking his Range Rover.

"Come on dude, you have to give me a little something." Finn insisted.

"It's not a gentlemen's thing to speak about his previous lovers." Sam replied as he waved at some girls that were desperately waving at him. He could not help but chuckle at the squeaks the girls made after his gesture.

"My senses are telling me that sex with Rachel Berry was plain bad." Finn teased.

"Think whatever you want, Hudson. My lips are sealed." Sam said while getting his cellphone out of his pocket. "I have to run. I 'm supposed to meet this nerd at the library for a study meeting and I'm already twenty minutes late. Meet me for lunch?"

"Sure!" Finn answered and they parted ways.

As Sam made his way to library, he felt like a celebrity. Everybody approached him even for stupid stuff and no matter how much it could irritate him; he always kept his charming smile because he wanted the attention anyways. As he approached the library and he found himself in a less crowded area, he could not help but wonder about his long-lost dream of becoming a renowned illustrator in the comic world. He remembered of how much he enjoyed spending his summers hidden the attic of his house, drawing and creating all the stories he wanted to put together. Distracted by his thoughts, he did not realize he stumbled with someone who was going to change his life forever.

"Excuse me?" A very frustrated Mercedes spat as she saw him walking away not caring about stumbling with her and knocking down her belongings.

"Excuse you!" Sam replied indifferently.

"Didn't your parents teach you to be gentleman and help others when something like this happens?" Mercedes asked loudly, getting the attention of some of the other students that were around.

Sam turned around to face the fiery female. "Yes, they did. I choose not to do it occasionally. Unluckily for you, today is one of those days and for what I can see, you have two functioning hands. Help yourself."

"Asshole." She muttered as she finished collecting her things.

"No. I'm Sam Evans." He said as she stood up.

"As if I cared to know." She said as she walked by him and started to look for a table.

Dumbfounded by her attitude, Sam Evans decided to follow her. "Don't you know who I am?"

"Of course I know who you are." She said sweetly and he smiled thinking she had softened. "You are an insensitive, snobbish asshole that thinks that money and looks can buy you your way through life. Am I wrong?"

He was speechless. How can a girl that he have never seen in his life could read him as easy as reading a children's book? For the first time in a long time, Sam Evans did not know how to retreat himself out of a situation without flaunting who he was or what he had.

"Are you done bothering me? Unlike you, I come to the library to study and not to make spectacles." Mercedes harshly said taking her seat.

Sam was muted. He walked away from Mercedes' table and started to look for the nerdy he was supposed to meet thirty minutes ago. He glanced back at her and instantly felt something inexplicable running through his veins but he could not pinpoint what it was. In that moment, he realized something.

"Dammit! I never asked for her name."

A/N: What do you think? Good or Bad? Yes or no? Should I kill it or should I give it a try?

Like I said before... this idea just came to me and I have no clue where my brain is going to take me and how long is going to take me to organize this. Also, I still have to tackle the mess I created in You Belong With Me... Bear with me... Please!

Until Next Time...

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